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Black Phoenix	By : Lomonaaeren Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 21568 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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Chapter Five—Persephone’s Approval
            “I think you were going to tell me something when you came in, but we got so occupied that I forgot what it was.”
            Harry’s voice was thick and lazy, and he was padding around by the fire still naked. Draco, lounging in the bed, examined Harry’s arse and found it good. Then he chuckled and rolled over on the pillow that immediately became even more comfortable. At the moment, he thought he would find anything good.
            He still felt as though a slight trembling could invade his limbs any second and drop him to the ground. Part of him was still soaring, riding, gasping. Part of him couldn’t wait to be like that again.
            But he reminded himself that he had come here for a reason, and wrestled his mind back from the vistas that Harry had opened for him. There was another part of him, one that always stood back from what was happening at the moment and thought about something, and he called it to his aid now.
            “Yes,” he said finally. “My contacts in the Ministry said that a certain law is being passed against you.”
            “By the Wizengamot?” Harry turned around with a feast that the house-elves must have sent through the fire from the kitchen. His mouth watering, Draco sat up and reached for a scone covered in melted, dripping butter, only for Harry to swat his hand away. Draco glared, and Harry picked up the scone and smiled.
            “I want to feed you,” he said.
            There wasn’t a lot Draco could bring up to object to that. He leaned back and opened his mouth instead, and Harry broke off a piece of the scone and placed it on his tongue. Draco shut his eyes to eat it. Yes, the butter had soaked into the bread, which itself was fluffy enough to start coming to pieces right away, and altogether the warmth mingled with the delicious melted feeling in his body and made it even better.
            Draco ate that, and the clotted cream that Harry offered him on his fingers, and then sipped from the cup of tea that Harry held up. Finally, he had to lie back on the bed, his arms folded over his stomach, and shake his head. They hadn’t slept that long, and Draco had been eating all that day, during dinners with some of his political supporters.
            “Not hungry?” Harry began eating himself, not taking his eyes off Draco’s face. It made Draco shudder in delight, to feel that searing attention so solely focused on him. “I would have thought you would be, with all the energy we burned up lately.”
            Draco could feel his face flushing, as warm as the buttered bread. It was ridiculous, because he was an adult and one who had chosen to go to bed with Harry entirely of his own free will. But he did clear his throat and said, “I was working off a large dinner when I—when I slept with you.”
            “Ah.” Harry’s mouth curved lazily, his eyes growing even brighter, which Draco hadn’t known was possible. “By the Wizengamot?”
            It took Draco a long minute to blink and get back on track, from the conversation they were having to the one that had got sidetracked when Harry approached the bed with food in his hands. Then he nodded. “Yes. They say that they’re going to outlaw anyone who accepts you as their Lord.”
            “What does that mean, exactly?” Harry licked cream from his own fingers, and Draco shifted to throw a leg over his groin. Harry gave him a wicked grin. A second later, the bed tilted, exposing Draco whether or not he wanted to be.
            Draco caught his breath, but managed to concentrate on politics. If Harry could, despite having less of a head for it, then he should be able to. He was going to be Minister. “They aren’t going to let them have jobs in the wizarding world, or homes. Any business is supposed to refuse their money. Their children can’t get wands or go to primary school or get adopted in the wizarding world.”
            Harry’s head cocked, and just like that, the warm mask dropped away. Draco heard a hammering at the window and looked out. Persephone was hovering there, her wings shedding curling torrents of blue-black flame.
            Harry rose and padded over to let her in, although Draco knew very well that he could have waved a hand and melted the glass away from the window if he wanted to. He never took his eyes from Draco, though, not even when Persephone flew in and settled on his bare shoulder. “That part about the children was specific?”
            Draco frowned. “That’s what my contacts at the Ministry said.” He drew some of the heaped black blankets over his groin. He didn’t like the look Persephone was directing at him, as if she was measuring certain parts of his body against her beak.
            Harry exhaled hard and scratched beneath Persephone’s chin. She nudged him with her crested head and crooned.
            “What does she want?” Draco asked, and then he thought he knew. “You want to hurt someone over this?”
            “I think they targeted children on purpose,” Harry muttered. “They know I want to protect them and that most of my students at Hogwarts aren’t of age. This will affect those who go to Hogwarts, too, won’t it?” He looked at Draco for the first time since he’d let Persephone come in. His eyes glittered and glowed.
            “My contacts weren’t that specific,” Draco said. “But yes, I think they are ultimately going to try and penalize the people who chose to attend Hogwarts and send their children here, as well.”
            “Of course they are,” Harry said softly.
            Draco blinked. For a moment, he thought Harry was changing into a black phoenix himself, or so it seemed. There was a glittering purple aura around his body that spread out in concentric rings, rising and thinning as it went, but his outline also blurred and wavered, and that was alarming enough.
            “Harry?”
            Something about his voice reached Harry, or made it possible for him to come back. He shook his head, and exhaled, and refocused on Draco. The purple aura disappeared. On his shoulder, Persephone settled down, stared, and then pecked Harry’s cheek.
            Harry ignored the small stream of blood now flowing down his face, smiling at Draco again. “Thank you,” he said. “You reminded me that, after all, I have more things to do than punish the Wizengamot. I did already try that, too. It doesn’t seem to have stuck.”
            “What are you going to do, then?” Draco leaned forwards in interest. He hadn’t thought the news that important when he was contemplating it from the perspective of being Harry’s lover, but it would affect him as Harry’s ally.
            Harry stared into the distance for a moment, and Persephone fluffed out her tail. When Harry didn’t say whatever it was she wanted him to say, though, she took off and landed on her perch, sulking.
            “I’m going to leave them alone,” Harry said. “I’m going to let people who want to swear to me swear to me, and grant them full protections as long as they’re part of my court. I can even give them jobs. There are dozens of things that could be done around Hogwarts that aren’t being done, mostly because I don’t have enough people. And of course I’ll protect the children who attend.”
            “What about wands?” Draco had to admit, that was the part of the law that most concerned him. The Ministry had regulated wands to an extent before, limiting the purchase of them to wizards eleven and above, and putting the Trace on underage wizards’ wands, but they hadn’t interfered like this. Ollivander’s had always been an independent business. If they tried to do this much to influence the people who swore to Harry, they might do something different to others who opposed their policies, whether or not their allegiance was to Harry.
            “The solution to that is pretty simple,” Harry said, and only seemed to realize that he needed to explain when Draco looked patiently at him. “There’s going to have to be a wandmaker here.”
            Draco blinked. “They don’t grow on trees, you know.”
            “Neither do wands.” Harry turned and strode to his window, looking out over a view that Draco knew the castle changed each day in case Harry grew bored. “But they’re made. I’ll send owls abroad. There might be a wandmaker who’s stifling somewhere. Someone like Ollivander stays in business for a long, long time. I can probably find someone who’s been trained as an apprentice but can’t open their own business.”
            “You’re talking about making an independent nation here,” Draco said, a little dazed. “Your own court and Hogsmeade and Ministry and Diagon Alley in one.”
            Harry turned to him and raised an eyebrow. “What did you think establishing an independent court would mean, Draco? Of course I have to run the school, but that can’t be all I do, not if people start coming here to live and not just work or go to classes.”
            Draco nodded slowly. “Don’t you think this is going a little beyond what you saw at first?”
            “Saw?” Harry snorted. “I declared myself Dark Lord without thinking about it. I thought it was the one title that people might be scared enough not to challenge. Hah,” he added moodily. “I should have realized that, because it’s me, they would have challenged me if I said I was a Light Lord. They always have to have someone to fight, and they’ve been uneasy about me since I was a bloody abused child.”
            “Your power is rather unique, you know,” Draco murmured, seeing a chance to bring up something he had wondered about. “And I don’t mean your magic. No one knew about that until recently. Don’t you think that they worried about what you might do with your name and fame?”
            “I’m not going to use it now,” Harry said. “What would be the point? Everyone who needs to hear about me has probably already heard. The Ministry hasn’t been able to keep this quiet.”
            Draco shrugged, frowning a little. He didn’t know what to say, but the words rolled around on his tongue and finally came out, almost independent of his brain. “I just thought—if you had used some of that power before you became a Dark Lord and set up your court, then maybe you wouldn’t have as many problems with the Ministry.”
            “Maybe not,” Harry agreed. “But any decision I make now is always going to be overshadowed by this one. I’m going to be the Dark Lord who used to be the Boy-Who-Lived, not just the Boy-Who-Lived.”
            Draco nodded in reluctant agreement, and admiration. “And you say that you don’t know anything about politics.”
            Harry tilted his head, a challenging gleam in his eyes. “Everything I know about politics, I learned from people trying to kill me. That might give me some experience, but it rather colors my views, too, don’t you think?”
*
            “Hello, Anne.” Harry kept his voice low and calm. Exploding into recriminations against her parents wouldn’t help Anne, and she wasn’t ready for questions. But if she was going to stay in Hogwarts, she had to know about him. “My name is Harry.”
            Anne stood beside Hagrid at the door of his house, pale and quiet. She had dark hair, but her face was so white in comparison that it made her look like a vampire. She glanced up at Hagrid once, and he sniffled and patted her on the head. Harry was relieved that he did it lightly, so as not to crush the little girl into the floor.
            “And this is Persephone,” Harry added. He had thought about leaving Persephone behind, but he had decided he would rather have Anne know about everything that might scare her at once, rather than having it spring out on her later. Knowing Persephone, the springing out might be literal.
            The black phoenix on his shoulder stirred. Harry stood calmly, watching as she extended her neck down towards Anne. If she made a move to harm or frighten the girl, then Harry would hit her and hurt her with all the power of his magic.
            Persephone had to know that, either because she knew him or because she was picking up the general impression from the aura around him. She examined Anne minutely, from the top of her brown head to the bottom of her feet, still in small Muggle shoes, and then bobbed her head and sat up. Her tail fluffed out, but for once, she didn’t drop a load of shit down Harry’s back for him to deal with.
            Anne stared with open eyes and a rising hand. Harry watched closely. He didn’t control Persephone as well as he would like. If Anne touched her, she might decide to strike and deal with the punishment later.
            But Anne only whispered, as if it would be bad if anyone heard her, “What kind of bird is that?”
            Harry smiled. “She’s a phoenix.” Before Persephone could dig a claw into his collarbone, he added, “Ordinary phoenixes are red, and they don’t die. They grow old and then rise again in flames. They’re reborn over and over. Persephone is a black phoenix, though. I made her to save my life. I don’t know how’ll she burn yet.”
            Anne stared at him, and then at the phoenix again. When she spoke a second time, it was in a whisper that Harry thought was full of awe, not just fear. “Does that mean that you’re not going to die, either?”
            “I don’t know,” Harry said. “The first time she burns, I should learn something.” He glanced sideways at Persephone, who watched him without fear and without comment. “But I don’t really control her. She can help me and protect me, but only when she wants to.”
            “I want something like that.”
            “Like a phoenix?” Harry blinked. He doubted that Persephone would agree to be bound to Anne instead of him, and he didn’t know that he would want to do it even if she did. It would be like handing Anne a knife slicked in blood and insisting that it was her responsibility if she cut herself.
            “No,” Anne breathed. “Something that can protect me. Not because they have to. Not because—” She faltered and glanced at Hagrid. Harry had to hide a smile, wondering what sorts of things Hagrid had told her about Hogwarts. “Because it wants to.”
            And Harry nodded, because he could imagine the fierce desire that had invaded her, in a house where she had thought no one would ever come to get her, when she didn’t even have the comforting knowledge that the people raising and abusing her weren’t her real parents that Harry had had. He cupped his hands in front of him and focused his magic into them.
            Persephone began to sing. It was an edged song, a noise like that knife Harry had imagined scraping against a whetstone. Anne started back and might have hidden behind Hagrid, but he held her lightly in place.
            Harry started out with light. It seemed to him that Anne might want something that would shine in the darkness and could lead her around Hogwarts.
            Other than that, he kept his eyes on Anne and let her reactions guide him. He wasn’t surprised when she shuddered as the light began to grow into the image of a snake, so instead he bent it and made it the image of a four-legged animal. Anne relaxed. Harry nodded. So a mammal and not a bird, then.
            Although wings might be nice. He made pointed wings grow out of its back, and Anne caught her breath and held it.
            Harry lowered his head and breathed on the magic, although he could have done it some other way and was doing this mainly for its dramatic potential. The shape swirled and eddied, looking for a second like fire filled with twinkling lights. And then it solidified, and a winged cat, orange with pale white stripes, was curled asleep in Harry’s hands.
            Anne opened her mouth, but no sound came out. Harry bowed and presented her with the cat, which woke up a moment later. Harry had been half-afraid that he would have to keep guiding it with his mind in its, even if it was a creation of his own magic and split apart from him, but it was fine on its own, like Persephone.
            She bit him on the ear. Harry grinned. This time, he knew why. At least he was getting better at reading her moods.
            The cat leaped from his hands into Anne’s arms. She stared at him and then raised her eyes to Harry. Harry thought he knew why. She had wanted something that would protect her, but this cat looked like an ordinary animal, if a friendly one. It was rubbing its head against Anne’s cheek and purring.
            “He can fly and find someone to bring if you’re in danger,” Harry told her quietly. “And watch.” He worked his face into the hardest scowl he could and drew back his arm as if he was going to fling magic, although he watched Anne. He wanted to make the cat react, but it was no use if he really scared her.
            The cat promptly turned around and hissed. It didn’t just look bigger, the way a cat fluffing itself up would look, but actually grew bigger. The white stripes on its body glowed and folded away from the fur, and turned into jagged knives. It spat at Harry. Its teeth were fangs, now.
            “He’ll protect you against everybody,” Harry told her. “Even me.”
            Anne buried her face in the cat’s fur and held it. She was trembling a little. But then she looked up at him and offered him a smile that trembled a little, too, and Harry knew that he had made the right decision.
            Anne would take some time and be afraid and have to deal with the remnants of her abuse just the way Harry had had to, but she was in a good place now, and she had a good protector. She would be all right.
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