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Silent Butterfly	By : Glue Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 3358 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-ONE
- 2-TWO
- 3-THREE
- 4-FOUR
- 5-FIVE
- 6-SIX
- 3
- 4
- 5
Title: Silent Butterfly
Disclaimer: I don't own. Anything. Except the general thought. Story was originally thought up after listening to Smile.Dk's 'Butterfly'.
Summary: In retrospect, a voice wasn't so much of a loss, as long as he accomplished his goals. If he still had his voice, he would've said the spell again because it did the task. Linked to the Insanity Duet stories--though not dependent.
A/N: As the disclaimer says, the original plot was thought up (and revolved around) the song 'Butterfly'. In the past two days, that plot bunny has morphed into this creature. So... this should be interesting. The RORequirement can have a DDR machine, right? (sweatdrop) This is my first dip into HP fiction. With most likely contain HPDM somewhere along the way. So now here we go. And please be kind to Ted and Harriet. (huggles them)
Book On Butterflyes - Chapter Three
The Helen do not belong to one world.
In their original world, they were at one point the rulers. Exiled by plague, the Helen fled to other worlds, taking with them all of their subjects that they could. Many were scattered amongst the worlds.
In Modern times, 'Helen' is only akin to the 'Purebled'.
This is more true than any could know, for the Helen are the most pure of all of the Wizarding lines.
Those of direct and dominant decent from the Helens wear white.
Thusly, the Butterflyes wear a range of colors from white, to varying shades of grey, to black--though all are descendents of Helens.
FOUR
Dear OOTP:
I am fine.
I don't know how to say that any better than that, or to alleviate fears that should arise in the near future.
I have fled from my relatives home on Privet Drive to a place that I shall not disclose for my own safety.
I figure that if important information is deemed unnecessary for me to hear, then it is unnecessary for others to hear of important information on me.
Fair enough, ne?
In three days...
Yours, Harry Potter
PS. Hermione: Congrats. Kakusenai wa anata. Nosomu no nara oikakete kite.
Hermione blinked at the letter after she had finished reading it.
Snape still looked the worse for wear, but he now also looked comatose, eyes glazed over in thought. Both Narcissa and Draco had their heads tilted downwards towards the table. Molly looked frightened and Ron looked sick. (The rest of the Weasley crew was either at work or buying food for the Order). Dumbledore was fuming.
Hermione sighed. "It seems like Harry's okay then."
Everyone gathered gave her a sharp look.
She put up one hand in admission. "Either way, we have no idea where he is. We just have to wait three days and see if his letter comes."
Their sharp gazes abated and they nodded much subdued. They were all quiet as Hermione thought for a second before grabbing a spare bit of parchment out from one of the many pockets that littered her pants. She also managed to extract a quill and inkbottle from their depths as well.
All eyes had become trained on her.
"Granger...What are you doing?" Draco's one eyebrow was raised.
Hermione gave a melancholy smile. "Writing to my parents to see if they can send me my laptop."
Before Hermione had time to properly finish off the letter, Hedwig had already swooped down and snagged the parchment from the table, once again disappearing into thin air.
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Three hours later found Draco standing guard outside a pair of closets.
One was occupied.
The other only had half of its intended victims in it.
Draco smirked inwardly as he saw Ron walk in though the door, groceries in hand and on the way to the kitchen. "Weasley! Psst!"
Ron swerved around, tense until he saw that it was only Draco standing there. Ron trudged over to him and Draco couldn't be happier.
"Yeah? What do you want?" The words were colored with a light coat of amusement.
Draco noticed this. Yesterday the other would have sighed. Draco figured it had to do with this mornings' portrait-yelling, and gave him and innocent look. "I can't reach something in this closet. Can you get it for me?"
Ron rolled his eyes good naturedly though he did step up to the closet door.
Draco opened the door, and about the same time that Ron asked, "What is it I'm supposed to find," Draco said, "You'll thank me for this later."
Draco pushed him in and closed the door, grinning to himself.
Now he had done his part. He just hoped that Granger would put two and two together. He was sure she would, but...
At any rate, he opened the door of the other closet...and then firmly closed it again and tacked a sign to the outside of the door that said 'Do not open on pain of having eyes burnt out.'
He could only hope that Hermione and Ron had as much luck as Tonks and Lupin had seemed to.
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Two hours later found a smiling Hermione, Ron, Tonks and Lupin helping everyone else get ready for lunch.
When Molly asked why they were so happy on today, of all days, Draco made a cough that sounded distinctively like 'closet'.
He received four similar glares.
Leaning over, Ron snagged the letter that had sat at the table since it's arrival that morning. He blinked at the paper, frowning at the lines that had suddenly appeared below the last.
Akai kioku wa doku no tattoo

Mirai no KAOSU shimesu tattoo
Hermione's eyes had lit in glee as she tugged the paper from Ron's hands. "He's okay! He's still playing the game!" She paused, mouth frowned and scanning over the line that had previously been written to her. She fingered the edge of the thick parchment, eyes going blurry as the words translated themselves for her.
Looking up to everyone's stunned faces, she explained. "Earlier this summer Harry and I started to play a game where he finds remote lyrics of a song and I find out what its from and the singer." Her eyes narrowed a bit at the paper before widening again. Her eyes snapped up, smile bright. She bounced from one foot to another. "I think he knows I got my inheritance!"
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He chuckled, listening into the conversation through the pendant that he held. 'Yes, Hermione, I know.'
He grinned, looking at the beautiful bird that had landed on the chair next to him, laden with packages to go to the aforementioned witch. He ran his fingers lightly through her feathers. 'See that they don't worry about me, Hedwig. Stay there until I call you.' He smiled at her light squawk of understanding. 'Listen to Hermione. She can be your temporary mistress.'
Hedwig then left, arriving seconds later at the Order of the Phoenix.
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Oy. Originally, this chapter ended after the closet scene. I then got reviews that helped to lengthen it. (grins)
-Glue

Review Replies

--thrnbrooke - Tah-dah! Chapter four! I don't know if this is any better though...

--sbkar - Oy...thank you for pointing that out. I fixed it thanks to you. (grin) I had been without my books at the time. I like the idea of Hedwig and Harry being tuned to each other as well. (grins)

--DBZVelena - Where tthis is going is going to surely be interesting. (grins)

--fragonknight01 - Thanks! ...fragonknights? (is really confused)

--IceBlueRose - (gives a nod to you) Very perceptive. That's it exactly. In chapter one, when he's talking with Harriet, I used double quotation marks for her and single for him. I think Hermione seemed...a bit...flightly in this chapter... (sigh)
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