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The Snake and the Eagle	By : KusanoSaku Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 7386 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Title: The Snake and the Eagle

Pairing: Future AdrianxBlaise

Fandom; Harry Potter

Disclaimer: I don't own HP franchise. If I did there would have been slash.

Summary: A bird may love a snake but where would they live? The only child of famous Veela model Gabriella Baianchessi, Blaise Zabini grows up mostly unloved, limited social interactions and distrustful of people and promises. Adrian Pucey grows up the pampered only child of neutral Slytherins Lord and Lady Pucey. Blaise's mother expects him to bond to the elder Greengrass heiress Daphne and become consort to the future Lady Greengrass. So her prospective grandchildren might be titled. Adrian's parents wish for him to bond to the beautiful Giselle Goyle. However, Blaise was born Veela therefore only one person can satisfy him and ground his magic. Will Blaise be able to open his heart and learn to trust or will he become an emotionless shell trapped in a loveless relationship?

Author Note: dedicated to Harmony Stanzer who plays Adrian on Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry forum where I play Blaise. This idea sort evolved during our plotting the relationship between them. However there it is platonic...

Chapter 2

It was July, lay July when Blaise looked up from his potions reading to find the door to the library thrown open.

Standing there grinned was Adrian.

Behind him was Lady Pucey….

Blaise grinned at his friend, “Good morning…”

Adrian strode over and gave him a hug.

Blaise flushed when he saw Adrian’s mother give them a disapproving sniff.

He sighed, trying not to care as Adrian hugged him tight.

Adrian kissed top of his head, “Mother owled yours and we have permission to take you shopping.”

Blaise smiled, “That is pleasant news.” His voice thick with his Italian accent.

Adrian held out his hand, “Are you coming then/?”

Blaise accepted it and was gently hauled to his feet; he reached over and picked up his own half-forgotten letter. “I have mine.”

“Come along then boys. Morning is passing quickly. I’m due in Paris by four.”

Adrian sighed shaking his head, “The joys of having parents always away on Ministry business. Coming mother.”

Blaise felt his body flood with warmth because Adrian was still holding his hand. He thanked Merlin for his dark complexion he’d received from his paternal grandmother who had Moorish blood

They flooed from the Receiving Room at Ivy Hall to Diagon Alley…

They were escorted to Madam Malkin’s’ shop by Adrian’s disapproving voice.

They were quickly measured and their robes and cloaks were ordered.

Their next shop was the owl emporium.

Adrian knew he wanted his own owl badly, his mother had family owls but Blaise desperately wanted his own.

He found a beautiful owl with yellowish-brown striped with dark brown plumage.

It circled him and landed on his left shoulder and laughed at him.

Blaise reached over tentatively with his right hand despite being left handed and then thought better of it. “Adrian grab me a pack of owl treats.”

His friend loped over and snatched up the most expensive treats. He opened it and poured some into Blaise’s outstretched hand.

Blaise offered them to the owl.

It searched his face and then ate from his hand. It laughed again and closed his eyes, hiding its head under its wing.

“I’ll take her.” Blaise said imperiously.

The clerk blinked at him, “How do you know that’s a girl?”

Blaise raised an eyebrow and sneered, “I just do. Her price?”

“She’s a rare owl. We purchased her from a special breeding program.

Adrian snapped, “He didn’t ask for irrelevant information. He asked for the cost.”

The man swallowed, “My apologies Young Master Pucey. The price is thirty Galleons.”

“That’s outright theft!” Adrian snarled. “We won’t pay a sickle over twenty five.”

“Sir!”

Blaise held his hand out for the purse that Adrian’s mother held.

She handed it to him reluctantly.

Blaise grabbed twenty-two Galleons and held out a closed fist, “Final offer. You quoted an outrageous price and refused to accept a reasonable offer. For that I have chosen to pay less than my friend named. Now you can accept the price I offer or I walk always and take my business elsewhere. Which is a shame since I believe Iris is going to follow me whether you agree or not.”

“You can’t just take one of my owls and refuse to pay.”

“Possession is nine-tenths of the law.” Blaise hissed, “I’m sure if you asked Iris she’d agree she’s mine. Now do you wish for payment or not?”

The man held out a shaking hand, “Thank you for your patronage.”

Blaise tossed his head, “I would say it’s a pleasure but it would an untruth. I think I will be seeing about finding another place to purchase owls if I ever find myself in need of another.” He stalked off.

Adrian touched his arm, “Be careful…we need you to calm down. Your aura is radiating anger Blaise.”

Blaise leaned closer taking in his scent and imprinting it into his mind. he smiled up at his friend, “I’m fine. I just hate it when someone attempts to take advantage of me. I maybe young but I’m no child.”

Lady Pucey sniffed.

Adrian pressed his hand, “I know. Sometimes we grow up fast and others don’t want to see the truth.”

They went to Flourish and Blotts next.

Blaise picked out all the books he needed as well as a book on hexes, jinxes and curses for your enemies. Just because he couldn’t uses them on Madre didn’t mean her couldn’t fantasize.

He maybe upset with her over being gone so long, she’d owled him irregularly as usual.

She said that her last husband’s death was ruled natural and she was off to Tahiti to soothe her wounded heart. She was nineteen when he was born, a year out of Beauxbatons. Now she was thirty and looked twenty-one, she felt so bereft without Jacob…

She’d buried six husbands including his father…

Blaise was not looking forward to meeting the seventh. Knowing her she’d be married inside a year…

It never took long for her to end up with some other rich wizard who was dazzled by her beauty…

“Blaise? Blaise?”

Blaise blinked his thoughts interrupted and he glanced up at Adrian, “Yes?”

“Do you have everything?”

Blaise glanced at his list and nodded.

“We are finished mother.”

His mother turned on her heel and strode towards the counter.

Blaise sighed, what a cold woman.

His mother was flighty, like a butterfly. Affection if present, and oblivious if away.

Half the time he felt she forgot she had a son all together.

Lady Pucey wasn’t affectionate in public at least.

Lady Narcissa was always primping Draco and making sure he looked impeccable. Her affection was never in doubt- Draco was spoilt….

They paid.

Adrian had far more books then he did.

Blaise leaned over to whisper, “What did you get?”

“My books for my elective. I’m taking Ancient Runes, Numerology, Alchemy and Advanced Magical Theory.”

“Why?” Blaise asked curiously.

“I’m interested in the field of spell creation.”

Blaise’s eyes widened. “That sounds interesting…I don’t know what I want to do yet…”

Adrian chuckled, “You’re only eleven. That’s quite alright. You have time to decide. “

Blaise smiled at him, his books were shrunken and placed in his pocket of his light summer robe.

They purchased his trunk and then visited the apothecary where Adrian ordered ingredients for both of them

Blaise put his packet in his pocket as well.

“Owl, books, potion ingredients…trunk. You’ll need crystal vials, a silver scale, a cauldron and a wand.”

They quickly picked up everything but the wand.

Adrian took his hand and led him through the crowds towards Ollivander’s Fine Wands.

The door opened when they approached and a musical tinkle sounded.

Adrian blinked, “You’re not Mr. Ollivander.”

The old man laughed, “Actually, I am. My name is Louis Ollivander. My cousin Garrick no doubt served you. We differ in our opinions of wand cores but we’re both highly trained in the art of Wandmaking and noted scholars in the field of Wandlore.”

Adrian nodded. “My friend is need of a wand.”

“Wand arm?”

Blaise held out his left arm.

“Oh? A lefty? I’ve not had the pleasure of providing a wand for very many of those. That’s a mark of a special wizard…” the man leaned over and examined him. “Would I be remiss in thinking you have Veela blood?”

Blaise gaped at him forgetting his manners, “How do you know that?”

The man chuckled, “Don’t worry. I shan’t tell. I’ve fitted quite a few Veela with wands. I matched the Delacour heiress to a lovely Rosewood and Veela hair wand.”

Blaise blinked, “That’s impossible…”

Louis shook his head, “I ran through every wand in my shop and none suited her. I asked to be commissioned to create one for her for a slight fee. I ran some tests, I realized she was a Veela and then it hit me like a bolt of lighting. Rosewood. Normally, I wouldn’t make a Veela core one for just anyone. It has to suit. My cousin prefers to work only with Unicorn hair, phoenix feather and dragon heartstring. They are fine but not everyone is suited to them. My wands are perfect matches.” He walked around Blaise peering at him intently. “A Veela hair wand wouldn’t suit you. Rosewood isn’t right either…”

Adrian looked at him suspiciously.

Blaise was content to see what he thought.

“No no, not dragon heartstring either. You’ll be a Slytherin or a Ravenclaw…not Unicorn hair either. Hm…Abraxan hair! That’s it! Well balanced magically. May take time to master but ultimately rewarding. Now for the wandwood…Veela, definitely tied to the air element. So Oak isn’t right. Hawthorne? No. Aspen? No…best for talkative people. Seems like more of a planner…Ebony? No…suits persons not tied to a particular element.” Louis Ollivander glanced at Adrian, “Would you say he was particularly wilful?”

Adrian shook his head, “Not hardly. Strong on the surface but wavering underneath. Friendly but closed off. Intelligent, plays a mean game of chess. Difficult to predict.”

“Hm…much to think over…” he glanced up at Adrian’s mother. “Best to sit a bit. May take time.”

Lady Pucey sniffed, walking over to one of the chairs, casting a spell to remove the dust and then a cushioning charm.

No sooner had she sat down Louis pumped his fist in the air, “I have it! Why didn’t see it before? Ivy! You’re Veela…it’s perfect. Just a moment.” He snapped his fingers.

A house elf appeared.

“Master?”

“Lulu watch the shop please. I’ve got to floo to Paris. I’ve a wand to pick up. Well I have three of them…I’ll bring them all. My apologies.”

There was a pop and he was gone.

Adrian blinked, “And I thought the other Ollivander was odd…”

“Adrian!” his mother hissed.

“My apologies mother.”

“Master Louis isn’t odd. Master Louis is a genius. He’s bypassed Master Garrick. Your friend be fortunate. Master Louis’ wands never break and always the perfect fit!” the house elf glared.

Adrian nodded, “My apologies. They are very keen on their subject and one might misinterpret their devotion as obsession. I find myself humbled.”

Blaise snickered.

Then Louis Ollivander reappeared bearing three wand boxes and three holsters. “I took the liberty of choosing the holsters that best suited these wands.”

Blaise held out a hand and a wand box soared towards him.

“My my, wand chooses the wizard then? Take it out then young master.”

Blaise reverently opened the box; the wand snapped to his hand and set of yellow, silver and gold sparks.

“Sixteen and half inches. An Abraxan feather from Beauxbatons’ prize stallion Helios; he was less than pleased when I plucked it. I was lucky it wasn’t a hippogriff or I might have been clawed.. You’ll not find a better wand. It seems to be drawn to you.” He clapped his hands, “Another perfect match.” He turned to Adrian, “Ivy says a lot about a person. Watch over him. Don’t let anyone play with his heart. He’ll be like the Potters, the type to fall in love once and once only.” He gave Blaise a searching look, “Choose wisely. Veela are intense in their devotion…”

Blaise closed his eyes, “I know…” he clutched his wand.

“Price?” Adrian asked.

“Twelve.”

“Suitable.”

Louis turned to him, “Wand?”

Adrian held it out. “Beech and Unicorn hair.”

Louis scoffed. “Wrong. All wrong.” He shook his head. “Strong, neutral wood, reliable. No particular strengths or weaknesses, but for weak underwater casting. Wood carries meaning of prosperity and pleasant memory. You are not suited to a Unicorn hair wand. Merlin what was Garrick thinking. Weak spark yes? Only reaction you had with a wand here?”

Adrian blinked and nodded.

“Garrick when will you stop being an idiot?” he sighed, “Never. Stubborn Ravenclaw. Not Acacia…not subtle enough. Not like Snape. Now there was a perfect match; Acacia and Hippogriff feather. Temperamental to be sure but in those hands: outstanding. Youngest Potions Master on record. Lucky for him I was here. Alder? Too Gryffindor a wandwood and not suited to a duel core. Ash? No…not a ‘Know yourself and so know the world’ sort person. Black Laurel? Protective? Perhaps but not particularly courageous. Black Limba? Hm…possible but not probably. Poisonwood? No… that’s Dumbledore. Chestnut? No…” Louis glanced at him, “Charms? Quidditch?”

“Yes. I’m taking Ancient Runes and Numerology. I want to go into experimental charms and spell creation.”

“Hm…” his eyes sparkled, “Rowan.” He pronounced. “It is a dense wood. Associated with protection, especially against enchantments and beguiling. It is strong for Charms, Divination and Transfiguration. With an affinity for Ancient Runes, strong all-around and has proved excellent dueling wand. Users are often highly intelligent, visionaries or highly intuitive. Perfect for someone interested in spell creation.” He grinned, “Rowan and Hippogriff. I just happen to have two.” he turned to the house elf, “I’ll be right back.”

and then he was gone.

Adrian was stunned, “Rowan and hippogriff?”

Blaise turned to him. “Protection? Do you have any secret ideas about being an Auror?” he teased.

Adrian looked affronted, “Of course not. I have no need or desire to chase Dark Wizards or arrest persons. I’d be happier in a lab or a library researching.”

Blaise chuckled, “Hm…we’ll see.”

“I don’t want to be an Auror!” Adrian insisted.

Then Louis was back. “Here try this one.”

It had a weak spark.

Louis snatched it back and held handed him the second.

It lit up like a firework.

“Now that is what a wand ought to do.” Louis said smugly. “That will be fifteen Galleons.”

“Fifteen?” Adrian yelped. “I only spent ten on mine.”

“I’ll give it to you for seven in exchange for your current one. Unless you feel you need two. “

“He’ll take it.” Blaise said snatching his old wand away. “He’ll be happier with this one.” He held out the old wand, smirking, “Won’t you.”

The wand in Adrian’s hand sang. It hummed in tune to his magical core.

Blaise knew it was better as he handed the galleons over.

Adrian opened his mouth to protest.

“Be quiet and be grateful. I’ve never bought a wand for someone and that one is supposed to be yours.” Blaise smirked.

Adrian swallowed looking down at the wand, “Wow. I can’t wait to get back to school to use it.”

“Cast something. It’s alright here. It happens all the time.”

Adrian closed his eyes, “Lumos.”

The room glowed, not as brightly as a more powerful light spell but it was brighter than usual.

Blaise copied the wand movements and pronunciation, “Lumos.” His wand glowed just as brightly.

Adrian hugged him impulsively. “Thank you my friend.”

Blaise shivered, “You are most welcome caro.”

Louis raised an eyebrow at them.

“Ahem.”

They broke apart.

“I must be returning you to Ivy Hall. I have to return to Paris and get ready for my meeting.” Lady Pucey said haughtily.

“You are welcome to the floo my lady. It has been an honour. My apologies that he required a replacement but it was a joy to see two of my wands choose worthy masters.” Louis gestured to the back of the shop.

“Well since you insist and we must be off I shall accept your offer.”

Blaise sighed, “Since you are leaving, would it be alright I Adrian came over? He can stay for lunch and help me practice. I know he can’t use his wand but since I have not yet started I am not truly under the same restriction.”

Lady Pucey narrowed her eyes, “Very well I expect him to return home at a reasonable hour. He still has holiday homework to complete. I should be very disappointed to return and it remains uncompleted.”

Blaise swallowed. “I planned to retire early.”

She stalked off rather annoyed.

Blaise sighed, she didn’t care for him.

His mother didn’t and neither did Lady Goyle.

His second stepfather and his mother’s third husband was a Goyle. They tolerated him and let their son associate with him but they still disliked his mother.

He doubted anyone truly cared for her…

Except her entranced husbands…

What do you think? Outstanding? Exceeds Expectations? Acceptable? Poor? Dreadful? Troll?
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