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Awakening To the Dream	By : ChimaeraChan Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 45316 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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- 67-CH67 *New 6/6/2015*
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Ok, my sweets. We will be establishing a basis for trust and friendship. Why? Because that’s what these boys need. Smut will come later but, (don’t kill me) I’d like plot to be in the forefront of this story, so, you know, you’re gonna have ta wait. (Wai, don’t kill me! >_< ) I’ll try to find a way to hold you over. Sorry so short but I’m tight on time right now. Huggles for all the sweet reviews! It’s gets me all fired up to know people actually like my attempts at writing. ^^;
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

CH32

“Am I dead? I think I’m dead.” Harry whispered pitifully, staring blankly at the bedspread. His whole body felt heavy and sore; he couldn’t positively say that if he tried to move that he’d be able to. Dimly he remembered running from Privet Dr. and flooing to Grimmauld Place, but where he was now he had no idea. Everything was blue and clean and there was no way in hell it was 12 Grimmauld Place.
“You talk a lot for a dead guy.”
He frowned; the source of the voice was behind him and he couldn’t be bothered to move and see who it was. It was male and not Dudley and that was all he could distinguish. He wondered for a moment if Dudley was sticking to his diet before focusing on the figure that had just moved in front of him. Clean, expensive pants with brightly shined shoes greeted him, surrounded in a calming aura. “You smell like dust.” He commented drowsily.
“Yeah, well that’s about all that’s a constant in this house, Potter. How do you feel?”
A hand gently pressed against his forehead and he caught the sight of bright, pale skin and elegantly tapered fingers. Brows furrowed, a vague memory slipped past his mind’s eye; long silver hair hiding frightened eyes, glowing light… He gasped as the last few weeks came rushing in on him. “…Oh hell.”
“Sounds about right. Drink this.”
Harry drank the offered water absentmindedly, mind whirling as he tried to make out what had happened at the Dursleys. Vernon had tried to kill his Aunt and turn him over to the Death Eaters. Could he have been under the imperious curse? Gods, he hoped so; the other possibility was just too horrifying to contemplate. Vernon was a bastard but he never would have attacked his wife without someone else calling the shots. Hopefully the Order had gotten there in time before… “Mmmmm.” He drifted off as the pain suddenly drained away and heat began to build in his shoulders. Before he knew it, his wings had burst free and the figure tending to him jumped back with a squawk.
“That was unexpected.” Harry murmured, flexing his shoulders and peering down at Draco who had landed on the floor with a thud. “Malfoy.” He said, nodding his head in acknowledgement.
“Potter.” Draco nodded back indifferently, his eyes slowly gaining light until he had to cover them with a curse. “Son of a bitch! Why does this keep happening?” He jumped to his feet and started rummaging on the other side of the room only to return wearing a dark pair of sunglasses. “You feel up to walking? The bathroom is over there.”
Contemplating Draco’s tapping foot, he flexed his arms experimentally. “I feel funny… itchy.” Another wave of heat began to build and suddenly his back was twice as heavy than before. “Ahhh… that’s nice.” He groaned, letting his face sink into the mattress. With spine and forehead burning and his skin feeling prickly, he realized that he wasn’t going to feel quite right until he just let it all go. “Best step back, Malfoy.” He warned as the now welcome heat flooded him completely.
“Uh… sure.” Draco stuttered, frozen to the spot. “I’ll be going over there…” He said more to himself and slowly backed away and turned from the coiled being that was now reclining lazily on the large bed, serpentine tail twitching contently.
Harry tilted his head, watching Draco with gleaming green eyes detailed in gold. “You look different when I’m like this.”
“Your senses are different. Magic will be visible to you as well as other things… it varies.” Draco still refused to turn back around and had now gone to covering his sunglasses with his hands to block the glow.
“Oh… I rather like it.” Harry commented, eyes trailing inquisitively over Draco’s form and eventually stopping at his neck. “That necklace is trapping your energy.” He observed, and with a blink the gold had left his eyes to leave only his normal green to gleam in the light shining through the window.
“Voldemort made it. I can’t get it off.” Draco jumped when breath suddenly washed over the back of his neck.
“Turn around.”
Draco bit his lip but didn’t resist the hands gently turning him.
“Glasses.”
“I, ah, don’t think…” But Harry had already removed them and was drawn down into the bright silver until it seemed time stopped. Draco clenched his hands into tight fists but didn’t step back. He waited patiently, fighting for control of his powers without taking the other boy with him.
Finally Harry blinked, breaking their locked gaze. He had the overwhelming feeling of déjà vu and a need to move closer that he firmly resisted. “You proved to me you’re not afraid of what I am. It goes the same way for me. You don’t have to hide.” He said calmly, taking a step back and idly stretching out his muscles and sending a few dark feathers to the floor. “Hey, do you have wings and weird stuff too? I can see a flow of energy on your back.”
“Uh… um, yeah.” Draco whispered shakily. “Oh Fuck! Don’t tell anyone that.” He growled suddenly, slapping his head with his palm and snapping out of his daze. “Why did I tell you that? Why the hell did I just—? Go. Bathroom. Ricket can help you wash or Dobby if you want. First my eyes and now I’m spewing life threatening secrets… Go!” He threw his arms up and stomped out the door and into the main house.
Harry stared blankly at the shut door. Malfoy always was fun when off balanced, although he wasn’t quite sure what the problem was right now. Rolling his shoulder, he shuffled into the bathroom, which was coldly luxuriant with a black and white theme, and planted himself under the hot shower spray for a good half hour.
The new additions looked odd yet felt natural all at the same time. He spent a long time staring at his reflection in the full-length mirror. He had gotten tall. Kinda had some muscle now too… His scrawniness had gone somewhere throughout the week even though he would have thought it would be worse now that he was stretched so tall. He could still count his ribs but after a few more weeks of good food he’d look almost healthy. Not much else had changed… Well, except for the huge midnight feathered wings, two sets of slightly smaller leather wings, long winding horns, serpent tail—hell, even his skin was different, glowing gold now, and lightly peppered with shiny slick scales up his arms and legs and down his spine, the same pitch black as his new claws. He almost didn’t recognize himself but he had a feeling he had gotten used to only seeing his face clearly when he was wearing his glasses. At least he didn’t look exactly monstrous. If he saw himself on the street he wouldn’t necessarily run away in horror… although he may try to catch and release himself into the wild far away from civilization. He looked a little wilder than before, as if his magic was crackling right beneath the surface. And actually, it kind of felt like it was…
What the hell was with this tail anyways? It kept hissing about the most random things. He swayed it close to his face so he could stare at the gleaming gold eyes as the dark serpent tail scented the air with a slender tongue and hissed about missing Yehl, and the smell of blood, and something somewhat lewd about Malfoy he quickly tuned out. “Quiet.” He said in parseltongue and his tail immediately fell silent and coiled around his ankle.
Mindlessly, he grabbed a small towel to dry his hair and accidentally shredded it with his new horns. Lips pursed, he carefully combed the dark locks with his fingers; not that it did anything to tame the mess. It had only gotten thicker and wilder with his exritus, his eyes wider and strangely predatorily… he was reminded of a large cat… with scales and horns and many wings… what had Furiae said? Chimaera or something… basically it meant he had a lot of sway with magical creatures and could understand more languages than he knew existed.
It was all rather complicated and he couldn’t wait to find Yehl and browse through the dark book. He had some new emotions and senses that really needed clarifying; for example, his absolute fixation on the scent of water was driving him a tad crazy while stuck in the bathroom. Wrapping a fluffy towel around his waist, he stepped into the bedroom to find an unfamiliar house elf, Dobby, and Draco all staring at him intently.
“Err… what?” He stopped short in the doorway, self-consciously gripping his towel tighter.
“Harry Potter has transformed into a great Fae Wizard!” Dobby squeaked happily and bowed.
“Hey, Dobby.” Harry said hesitantly. He wasn’t sure how to deal with the elf. Dobby had always treated him with unwavering admiration and would be Harry’s first real test of how others would view his new self. Let’s face it; Malfoy had never been that pleasant towards him in the first place… it’s probably one of the reasons he found it so easy to be around him. He was relieved to see the elf wasn’t cringing at all but smiling crookedly. It was encouraging after the whole killing the Death Eater with his bare hands thing, and left him more at ease.
After a few minutes of silent staring, Draco blinked out of his stupor and cursed loudly. “Potter, as amazing as it is that you clean up into whatever form of brilliance that is, I suggest you take your human form before someone sees you.”
Malfoy seemed to be a tad irate if his hissing and twitchy eye had anything to say about it. The boy was really tightly strung… more so than what he remembered from school. Things must have been bad this summer for him. Harry looked down in surprise as his tail started hissing back at the Slytherin… very lewdly at that. Cheeks flushed, he grabbed his tail and clamped it’s mouth shut before it could continue. “Sorry.” He said, noticed Draco’s expression, and tried again in a more human tongue. “Sorry… it’s a little weird.” He indicated his struggling tail. “Er, you can’t understand parseltongue, right?” He asked worriedly.
“Potter.” Draco said in a tone Harry imagined must be saved for speaking with very stupid children. “You are putting yourself at risk. If I have missed a photo, or if one of the house elves is captured, people will know your true form. Put the tail away.”
Taken aback, Harry contemplated this while walking to the table laden with food and helping himself to a biscuit. Malfoy sounded far more concerned then what could be considered normal; he sounded fairly fearful for him. Why would he care if people saw him? He knew that he shouldn’t be discovered because of the whole Heir business but Malfoy didn’t…
Did he? From what he could read of Draco’s blocked energy he was a Fae Wizard. He would know about the Heir, even if just in myth, while the majority of mankind had never heard of him. If he told him… Riiiight. Malfoy would just think he was trying to make himself out to be better than everyone else again. Forget that. Let the boy figure it out for himself. He might even be a good ally if they worked at it.
For now he decided to keep his questions to himself. “Well, it’s too late then. They’ve both seen me. I’ll go all normal before I leave the room. Right now I’m just enjoying the feeling of being whole.” He assured Draco before he could get all uppity. “Damn, I’m really hungry.” Surprised by his own appetite, he drew up the nearest chair and started stuffing his face.
“Fine. I suggest you’re more careful in the future.” Draco huffed, opening up the wardrobe and pulling out some clothes. “Here, these will be a bit short on you but it’s the best I have for now… might be tight in the shoulders too.” He eyed the clothes critically. “Then again, you’re rather used to ill fitting clothes, I imagine.”
Harry snorted at the understatement and took a large gulp of milk. Looks like Malfoy probably didn’t know. “Anything is fine; thanks. Dobby, you wouldn’t know what happened at the Dursleys, would you?” The house elf had yet to stop beaming at him. He had a feeling he still had a friend yet.
“I is staying by your side, Master Harry, all this time. I don’t know. Dobby can check if you want. I would be honored to.” Dobby said enthusiastically, his ears flopping.
Harry considered it for a moment before quickly dismissing the whole idea. “Thanks anyways, Dobby. I think I’ll talk to the Order first… Maybe I should just go back…”
“You’re not going anywhere, Potter.” Draco said firmly from across the room.
Harry flashed him a bemused look but didn’t argue the point. He should take at least a week to rest first, maybe more since he had been injured when transforming. “What are you reading?”
“Trans-dimensional travel between realms for the beginner. Quite the page turner.” Draco answered distractedly.
“Planning on traveling?” Harry asked, his mood lightening even more.
“Small vacation… rescue mission of sorts… SHIT! I didn’t just say that!” Draco threw his book down and stomped over to Harry. “What is it, Veritaserum? Legilimency? What the hell are you doing to my head so I keep telling you stuff!”
Cocking his head to the side, Harry thought about it. “Honest, I think you’re a bit daft, mate. Guilty conscience will get you blurting things out randomly… But you’re right; I’ve been messing with you.” He smiled. “It’s called the Vulcan mind meld, I can make you recite all the words to Hamlet if I wanted. It’s a great draw at parties.”
Draco growled, his eyes narrowing. “You are sorely mistaken if you think I haven’t seen Star Trek, Potter.”
Harry gaped; he had never expected that. “Shit Malfoy. Who the hell are you? I can’t believe you follow muggle television… too crazy.”
“Potter…” Draco hissed warningly.
He held up his hands, tail twitching in interest. “I promise I’m not doing anything… Well, that I’m conscious of. It’s probably some side effect to my exritus or something. You know, like your eye thing.”
Draco gave him a hard look but eventually nodded. “Keep it to yourself then because it’s bloody annoying.”
Harry nodded, his smile turning serious. “I won’t tell anyone.” If Draco wanted to tell him about it he could do it on his own urging. He didn’t want to force it out of him.
“Yeah, well, you never were that bright.” Draco sniffed and sat back down.
Well, he couldn’t really argue with that. “I suppose I should be happy to have you around to remind me.”
Draco sent him a sharp look. “Don’t get used to it. Dumbledore wanted you back a week ago.”
His tail hissed furiously and Harry went silent. Dumbledore wasn’t on his friendly topic list at the moment. He was pretty much stuck on the top of the bastard that betrayed and left him to suffer in the hands of Vernon list, and it didn’t look like it would change anytime soon. “You said they might not accept us at school. Did you want to go back to Hogwarts, Malfoy?”
Draco grunted noncommittally. “I need to.”
Nodding, Harry turned back to his food. “You can come with me then. They owe me big.”
Draco looked up in surprise, giving Harry a long look. “The Ministry thing?”
“Nah, they left me for dead.” Draco was staring at him hard enough to burn but he just continued to pick at his food.
“…I can’t imagine you want to go back.”
Harry shrugged. “I’m not that bright… I… well, I’m not going to let them take away the only home I ever really had.” Hogwarts had been the only thing that had ever wanted him before and he wasn’t going to let Dumbledore ruin it for him.
“Than I suggest you’re more careful with who sees you in your Soul Form. You don’t want people knowing you’re not human. They treat magical beings like shit if you haven’t noticed; just look at Lupin.”
Ah, so that was it. The dark book had warned him about some of the laws concerning people like him that had full transformations with their exritus. They were called Fae Wizards but the were treated more like animals. Harry narrowed his eyes. “Don’t forget, you were the loudest voice against Lupin back then.”
“Of course I was.” Draco rolled his eyes at Harry’s stupidity. “Voldemort’s been looking for a foot into the werewolves for years. If he had succeeded, the pack would have gone straight for Lupin and used their magical ties to control him. Leaving a clean path into the Order’s business and right to Dumbledore. It was naïve to let a werewolf into Hogwarts at such a time.”
Harry gaped for countless minutes, just staring at Draco. He had read about a lot of magical creatures in the dark book, paying special attention to the werewolves because of Remus’ condition. Since most wizards turned werewolves didn’t run with packs, he hadn’t consider the fact that the shared mental link werewolves packs have could force Remus to give up his friends. Remus would have fought it but, like most magical bonds, he wouldn’t have had much of a choice. “…I’m shocked, absolutely shocked.”
“Don’t be, most people don’t know shit about werewolves, or magical creatures in general. Lupin got lucky. Now that Moldywarts has the Domin, he’s backed off on the other magical beings for now. Too bad about the Giants though.”
Harry shook himself out of his stupor. “No, I’m shocked that you actually acted out of the goodness of your heart. From your view you saved hundreds… Hell, Malfoy. What the hell?” He was totally baffled by this version of Malfoy. It was one thing to put up with a Gryffindor after being save by one; it was another to do something that could help save the world while inadvertently having everyone hate you for it.
Draco sighed softly. He should have kept his mouth shut. “Did I mention that werewolves scare the prat out of me? When I was a kid they were the equivalent of the monster under my bed. Don’t think I was completely selfless in the whole thing. My dad told me to make a stink about it and I did. That’s all.”
“I don’t believe you. Afraid or not… I think I need to sit down. I am sitting down… I think I need to lie down.”
“If you’re going to act like this for every good deed I do, than you might as well kill yourself now. I like being a prat, Potter. It’s fun. It doesn’t mean I’m bloody evil.”
Harry blushed at Draco’s defensive tone. “I never said you were. I’m just… well, surprised. You can’t blame me.” He had never thought Malfoy was evil, his father maybe, but not Draco. There was something in his eyes, flashed across the Great Hall when Draco thought he wasn’t looking, that spoke to him.
“I suppose not.” Draco drawled, all emotion gone from his voice. “Just like you can’t blame me for thinking you spent your summers being pampered.”
Harry looked up, meeting Draco’s gaze inquisitively.
“You talk in your sleep. A lot.”
Breath caught in his throat, Harry bit his lip and turned back to his food. “…Could you not—”
“Honestly, even if I did bother to pay attention, I would have to tell people how I learned it. Hey, guess what I heard while sleeping with Harry Potter…? I think you can fill in the blanks.”
Harry nodded dully, relief spreading like a warm fire. “Yeah, guess I can. Thanks… really.”
Draco shrugged, sitting on the bed with a bounce. “Keep my rep safe and I’ll do the same for you. The last thing I want is to replace you on the reckless hero list.”
“I dunno, you did a good job fighting off Macnair. Might have to make you an honorary Gryffindor.” Harry teased, crossing his arms behind his head and leaning back in his chair. “…You have a nice mum, Malfoy. She’s pretty decent.”
Draco nodded, looking far off. “Shut up, Potter.”
Harry did, keeping his thoughts to himself for the rest of the hour before forcing Draco into a game of cards with the deck Sirius had left in the room. Malfoy wasn’t really big on conversation but he did know a lot of card games and seemed happy to have the distraction of teaching him. He couldn’t help but wonder how many times Malfoy had been forced to play these games alone; the boy knew more types of solitaire than years Harry had spent living in a cupboard. They spent the rest of the day in companionable silence, only interrupted by small, playful spats of cheating—the cards had the annoying habit of tattling at the worst times— and Draco giving Harry bits of information on how he should expect he would be feeling for the next couple of weeks.
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