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Beauty in Perfection; Stand by Me

by imLittleLily

Chapter Five

. . . Good Morning . . .

The next morning dawned bright and crisp. Harry Potter,
the-boy-who-lived, was snuggled down in his blankets as far as he could get.
Some prat had opened his bed hangings and let in all that beautiful sunlight.

"Come on mate, you really need to get up; you are going to
miss breakfast. 'Mione is already downstairs she didn't want to wait for you.
What did you do to your alarm clock?" Ron was shaking Harry in a futile attempt
to rouse him. "Maybe I should try water."

Harry groaned and mumbled something incoherent, "m ake, go
way."

"Whatever you say, mate. I'm going, I'm starved." As if
seconding the motion, his stomach gave a large rumble.

Harry rolled over pulling his pillow over his head and
completely forgot about Ron, Hermione and breakfast.

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Secrets . . .

Twenty-five minutes later, a sleep mussed Harry was
running along the transfiguration hallway thinking he wished he could teleport
there. He came to a sliding stop at the door; hair sticking out more than usual,
tie skewed and shirt untucked, landing on Ron with a grunt.

"Why, good morning, Harry," grinned Cayan, "Glad to see
you could join us. Here, I brought you an �clair for a sugar fix."

As Harry began to eat his sugar fix, the door to the
classroom opened to let the students enter. Harry stuffed the rest of the �clair
into his mouth and entered. He was greeted by Professor McGonagall frowning at
his unkempt appearance and full cheeks. "You know Mr. Potter, we have a nice
large room downstairs in which everyone is able to eat properly."

Harry finished chewing and looked at her, "I know. I'm
sorry. I slept in this morning, missed breakfast completely. I didn�t want to be
late," he added hoping for forgiveness.

"Don't you have an alarm clock?"

"Um, well . . . I did, but . . . it is currently
un-repairable." Harry looked at Ron with arched brows thinking, 'I wonder if he knows how to
get melted plastic off the floor, we'll see later.'

Professor McGonagall looked at him over her spectacles and
said, "I suggest then, Mr. Potter, that you find a more reliable means of waking
in the morning, or perhaps you could try going to sleep earlier."

Transfiguration was interesting that day. They were
expected to turn a vase into a small fluffy dog. "I realize class, that some of
you may find this topic redundant; however, there are some in this classroom who
are still struggling with this very simple spell. This will be an important
aspect of your NEWTS; therefore, I expect each and everyone of you to take this
seriously. She looked Harry in the eye when she said this, not because he was
unable to perform this simple spell, because she rarely used the term 'serious'
when Harry was present. Her look was one of apology.

Zabini looked at the vase on his table, looked directly at
Pansy, and then tapped the vase with his wand, "fluffy
catella." Blaise grinned and reached out to scratch the ears of the little
fluffy dog and said with a grin, "Ooh, hello Pansy, aren't you the fluffy little
thing this morning." The other students sitting around him snickered, even Draco
joined in, as Pansy scowled fiercely at him.

As the other students were packing up at
the conclusion of class, Professor McGonagall looked to Harry and said, "Mr.
Potter, please remain behind for a moment."

Harry looked to his friends and said, "See
you later." He finished packing his class supplies and proceeded to the front of
the class preparing himself mentally for the inevitable question.

When the door closed, leaving the two of
them alone, "Harry, how is your animagus spell coming along? Have you made any
progress?"

Harry looked at the floor, hoping that the
motion would seem like embarrassment because he really hated lying to his head
of house, "No Professor, nothing so far."

His professor looked at him over her
spectacles, "Perhaps if I coached you a little more?"

Harry shook his head, "No, its Ok, really,
I know you have been busy with Ginny and Luna, they need your help more than I
do. I think I should just accept things the way they are. Thanks for the offer
though." He glanced up at her hoping she would let him leave. She merely stood
there studying him. "Is that all professor?"

She nodded, "You may go, Harry."

"Thank you, I guess I'll see you later
then. Bye."

Professor McGonagall studied her student
as he walked out of her classroom. 'Curious,' she thought, 'that her best
student, even better than Miss Granger and Mr. Malfoy, struggled with a simple
animagus spell.' This required more thought and perhaps discussion with the
headmaster.

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Centrifugal Force and Fire . . .

Harry was walking away from the
transfiguration classroom when he suddenly encountered something that could only
be referred to as centrifugal force pulling him into an empty classroom. The
door closed firmly, and instantly had a personal ward placed upon it that even
Dumbledore would not be able to breach.

Harry turned to the only other person
present, "What did you do?"

Draco grinned like the cat that caught
the canary, "Accio, Harry Potter."

"What!? You arse! You can't just
Accio
people! It epitomizes rudeness, you who practices perfect manners even
when you are being a snarky prat! Damnit, I cannot not believe you!" Needless to
say, by this time Harry was surrounded by beautiful black and green flames. The
cat yowled at the blond, "Why then, did you do it, damnit?"

"Because you flashed out last night before
we were finished," Draco said with an arched brow and tilt of his head.

"I say we were finished." Harry was
gasping with emotion, "I don't want to hurt you." He was still flaming up, his
emerald eyes expressing the deep anger and pain he felt as he looked at Draco,
the one who held Harry's heart in his hands. The pain was so deep that it
wrenched his heart; changing his pulse rate, slowing it down, Harry gasped and
fell to his knees with a sob. Hands to his chest over his heart in a vain
attempt to ease the pain. Tears were sliding down his face as he looked at Draco
with yearning. He turned his head away unable to bear the pain of eye contact.

There was an intrusion of someone knocking
on the door and yelling, "Harry, are you in there?" No one in the room paid the
slightest attention.

"Harry, I can feel it, too." Draco spoke
softly. "Come on, Fyr, come back to me. I know that you want to escape
the pain, but you need to allow yourself to feel it. Look at me, please.
Pain is energy, too. When we try to ignore it or skirt the issue it simply
festers and becomes worse. If you confront it, then you will be able to conquer
it."

Harry turned his tear stained face to
Draco and whispered, "It always comes out the same. I'm a freak and my
own freakishness turns on me. I can't even be close to you without this
damn so called 'gift' erupting. I'm just tired of the whole thing. Enough
already!" The pace of Harry's tears had picked up and he was barely able to
breath.

Draco knelt on one knee so that he would
be eye level with Harry. "Harry, you are not a freak. You are the strongest and
most compassionate person I have ever had the pleasure to meet. I know you don't
know this, but your fire was what melted my frozen heart. Think on that for a
moment." Draco's silver eyes pleaded with Harry's emerald fire eyes to see the
truth. "Fundamentally, you single handedly changed the purpose for which
I was born. I was created to stand at the side of the worst dark lord in our
time. You, with your fiery passion saved me. You will save many more."

Harry looked down at the flames that
surrounded him and didn't feel any better. "That doesn't help, Dray. It doesn't
change the fact that this," he motioned to the space between them, "is the best
we can do. It doesn't balance out." He finished saying with more tears and
frustration.

The pounding at the door intensified due
to a lack of response from within.

Draco presented Harry with a small sad
smile. "That is why I wanted to talk to you. You see, you," he pointed to
Harry, "have already melted my heart with your fire. Don't you think it is
interesting that fire melts ice; however, the other aspect of that
equation is that water puts out fire." Draco raised his hand into the
air, palm facing Harry, "Fyr, touch me," he requested softly never taking
his eyes from Harry's.

Rapid shake of the head was the only
response as Harry moved his eyes to Draco's hand.

Draco wiggled his fingers, "Water puts
out fire, come on, Harry," he tried to coax him softly. "Touch me."

Harry swallowed and slowly raised his
hand. He looked into Draco's eyes pleading.

Draco nodded.

Two hands met in mid air; there was even a
slight sizzling sound - fusion. Harry looked upon the two joined hands in wonder
then at Draco's face split with a wide grin.

"How did you know?"

Draco still grinning said, "Didn't."

"What!! You arse!!"

He was silenced by a very enticing set of
cool lips kissing him. He would respond later to that 'didn't' comment since he
was suddenly very busy.

Laughter and clapping broke into the
sounds of moaning. They pulled apart and looked in surprise at the person
sitting on the teacher's desk at the front of the classroom.

"Belenus, when did you get here, how much
did you see and why didn't you tell us you were here," Draco said in a rush as
he stood up quickly, brushing dust from his rumpled robes.

Belenus grinned and held up his hand.
"One, I've been here since before Mr. Accio here burst into flame. Two,"
he grinned wider with an arched brow, "I saw everything. Three, I didn't tell you I was
here because I was having too much fun watching the show. By the way Draconis,
good job."

Draco blushed.

"Aren't you the Warrior who was supposed
to come and help me with my fire gift?" Growled the angry cat next to Draco.

"Yep," grinned Belenus. "You seemed to be
doing just fine from what I could see. Besides, taking advantage of the
emotional connection between the two of you helped you to gain control faster.
Now we can focus on the strategy aspect of your gift."

Harry grumbled but he knew that Belenus
was correct.

The rumble at the door finally caught the
attention of the two students. "That is something that you should
probably go take care of now," Belenus said with a tilt of his head toward the
door. "The headmaster is out there and he is seriously pissed because he wants
to know what is going on behind that locked door. Catch you later. Be in the
courtyard tonight at 8:00." With a flashpoint of fire; Belenus was gone.

"Is that . . ."

"Yes." Draco answered. "Come on, we better go and face the
inquisition, at least we're together. We are, aren't we?" Draco asked suddenly
feeling unsure.

Harry smiled, leaned in with a kiss and
took Draco's hand into his own, "Of course."

The door opened and they found themselves
facing an angry crowd of Professors; Dumbledore, McGonagall, Snape and an even
angrier Cayan and Vista. Cayan glared at the clasped hands of Draco and Harry
along with the tear stained face of his friend and growled, "What is going on in
here?"

Harry and Draco shared a smile. "Bonding .
. ."

Cayan growled. Professor Dumbledore turned
to Harry's friends and said, "Everything seems to be Ok here; perhaps, Mr.
Weasley, you and Miss Granger should go on along to lunch. Harry can talk to you
later. For now, I think it is best if he and Mr. Malfoy should accompany their
heads of house and me to my office. It appears that we have some things to
discuss." This last was said with a look over his spectacles at them that the
two were quite accustomed to seeing. Amid much grumbling, they deferred to the
higher authority and left with a look at Harry.

Harry mouthed, "later" to them and turned
to follow the professors never letting go of Draco's hand.

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"I am not a Dark Wizard . . . "

Draco and Harry had lagged slightly behind
on the journey to the headmaster's office. They whispered about the possible out
come of this pending meeting and tried to come to agreement as to exactly what
they would disclose to their elders on such a short notice. They had both
thought there would be more time to regroup and merge their factions before the
news of their union came out.

Professor Dumbledore stopped at the
gargoyle and turned waiting for them to catch up. "Come along boys, no sense in
prolonging the inevitable." Harry squeezed Draco's hand and they followed the
group up the stairs into the circular office.

As Professor Dumbledore strode around his
desk to take a seat, he conjured four chairs for his guests to sit down.
Professors McGonagall and Snape were otherwise preoccupied however with frowning
and scowling, respectively. "Please take a seat, everyone." He cast a stern look
at his teachers just as much as to his students. "Lemon drop?" This offer was
declined by all, even Harry, since he had decided that there must be a cheering
charm or at the least a potion for such results on the candy. Harry thought that
at this time he wanted to be the only one present with a trick up his sleeve,
well, maybe he'd keep a close eye on Snape anyway. That snarky prat was sure to
have a few tricks up his sleeve he had not shared with Harry so far.

"Perhaps I should have some lunch served?"

Draco and Harry looked at one another and said to the
headmaster at the same time, "I'm not hungry, sir."

"Mr. Potter, you did not have much breakfast, surely
you'll rethink that?" Asked Professor McGonagall.

"No thank you. I'm fine, really," Harry looked at
her with a look of determination while thinking, 'no food from the headmaster.'
There, let her try to read that.

She sat in the chintz chair that Dumbledore had conjured
wrapped in her usual tartan plaid with a lipless frown on her face and said no
more.

Apparently that was a signal for Snape to open his
personal floodgate of sarcastic anger aimed not just at Harry. "Draco, what do
you think you were doing locked away in a room with a Gryffindor and then
exiting holding hands?" He glared at their still joined hands as if expecting
his facial expression to be enough to sever the connection.

Harry bit back a smile and thought, 'Didn't work, did
Snivellus?'

"Professors, if you are quite finished . . . " Professor
Dumbledore gave his teachers another one of those looks, "I would imagine that
they will give us an explanation if we step back and give them the opportunity.
Harry?"

'That's it you old codger, go to your
Golden Boy first,' thought Draco as he sighed. 'Expect to get flamed.' He did not bite back
his smirk.

Harry glanced at Draco when he sighed and
noticed the smirk. Green eyes met silver, 'here we go,' he thought. He
gave Draco a soft smile and began speaking, "Well sir, perhaps I am
not the only one here who should give an explanation," he turned as Snape sputtered angrily,
"it has come to light to me that Draco is a member of the Order."
Harry held up his hand to stop the professor from interrupting. "Don't
misunderstand sir, I understand the need for secrecy in matters concerning the
Order; however, the way I see it you have encouraged a rivalry here when it
would have been best to form an alliance. This is the main issue that I believe
deserves an explanation, there are others but when viewed towards the big
picture this one is vastly important. This could even have had detrimental side
effects on the outcome of this war. I could possibly have faced him on the
battlefield not knowing he was an ally and killed him."

At this point Harry turned to Professor
Snape and said angrily, "You sir, should have great concern about this; I
believe that Draco is your godson, am I correct?"

Professor Snape swallowed his anger and
replied, "Yes he is, Potter, but I fail to see why you even . . . "

"Do you love him?"

Snape blanched and Draco looked surprised
at Harry's tactic.

"Well?"

After intense glaring Severus decided that
Harry would not back down from the question. "Yes," he finally answered as he
looked into Draco's surprised eyes.

Harry's voice was clipped as he said, "Yet you have spent the last year teaching
me how to kill him. Don't you think that is a bit odd, sir?"

"No, Potter we are at war."
Professor Snape answered with a sneer.

"But not with Draco!!"
Harry's anger had risen to a feverish pitch.
He responded the same way he had been recently when he became so emotional . . .
he stood up quickly so that the chair beneath him would not become engulfed in
the black and green flames. Draco quickly put out the small fire on the chair
with water out of his hands while Professor McGonagall let out a sharp cry and
promptly fainted; Professor Snape started yelling about Harry's genetic
arrogance and Professor Dumbledore's blue eyes were wide and most definitely
not twinkling.

In the midst of all this madness, Draco
was calm. "Harry." Their eyes met through the flames and Draco was pleased to
see that there was no longer the anger, fear and pain in those emerald eyes.
There was only confidence and love.

'Ahh, the realms of possibility,' Draco
thought.

That was when Harry heard a feminine voice
within his head that he was very familiar and comfortable with, "Show him; throw
your fire at the empty wall over there where his portrait will hang someday."

"I don't want to hurt you, you have
protected and guided me, I will not harm you," Harry said aloud. Draco looked at
him funny but Harry shook his head and motioned to the blank wall. Draco then
understood that he had meant the castle had spoken to him.

"No harm will come to me my son, I assure
you I have had much worse thrown at me in my lifetime of existence." She seemed
to chuckle through the air. "Why even in this very room a young man named Harry became so angry
that he was throwing things at my walls and floor."

Dumbledore sensed that Harry was listening
to something or someone and this did not bode well with the headmaster. His
first thought had been a snake or basilisk. He also did not like the flames;
they seemed to reek of evil to him, at the very least a dark art. Somehow
Draco's apparent acceptance of the fire seemed to create even more of a bad
feeling with the headmaster. He turned to Severus to get his reaction of his
godson's association in the matter.

Severus was kneeling next to his colleague
attempting to revive her so that she could wake up and take care of her brat
Golden Boy. He was having no luck.

Harry turned to Professor Dumbledore and
smiled, "Guess now is as good a time as any to bring up another issue you have
refused to discuss or assist me with; fire. Isn't it pretty?" He said this as he
held his hands out from his sides, palms facing upwards. Harry turned to face the
blank wall, pulled his fire into himself and said rather calmly while flicking
his wrist, "malleolus." (a/n1) A beautiful fire dart, in Draco's opinion
anyway, exited Harry's hand and flew towards the blank wall before him. Harry
spoke loud enough for all to hear him, "desitum transit;" stopping the
fire dart in transit before it hit the wall letting it rest in mid air. "As I
said, I will not harm you."

Professor Dumbledore's worst fear had been
realized, Harry Potter, the-boy-who-lived, savior of the wizarding world was
practicing the Dark Arts. He had been corrupted by Draco Malfoy, Prince of
Slytherin, and son of a death eater. His face fell to look at the documents on
his desk. Disappointment and sorrow etched on his face.

Harry could read that expression like a
book.

Professor McGonagall finally woke up from
her faint. Professor Snape was attempting to help her up with gentleness all the
while snarling about her Golden Boy and his genetic disposition.

"Albus, the lunch session is finished we
must go, we both have classes to teach this afternoon." Minerva was still
shaking but knew she could not let her other students down, classes must
continue, even in the face of disaster.

"That is fine, Minerva." Albus
said, "Please stop by the
Charms classroom and tell Professor Flitwick that Harry and Mr. Malfoy have been
excused from their afternoon classes. I would also like your assurance that this
matter will not be discussed out side of this office with anyone. Do I have that
assurance?"

They both nodded to the headmaster;
however, Professor Snape started to protest Draco staying behind, but was cut
short by the headmaster. "He is very much apart of this situation, Severus. It
is necessary to resolve this problem and he must be here for that."

Severus nodded and turned to exit the
office followed by his colleague. He could tell that she was very shaken by the
revelations revealed to them.

As she left the office Harry could feel
the trepidation rolling off of his head of house. He had hoped for understanding
from her. It would take some effort if he was to have that, he sighed.

Minerva was thinking on her way out, 'Why
couldn't he be a cute cat or even a shaggy black dog. Why this?'

Silence reigned in the headmaster's
office. "It will be all right," came a soft voice like a gentle breeze in
Harry's mind. "I know," he answered back softly. To the headmaster he said, "I'm
not a dark wizard."

Albus sighed.

"I'm not a Dark Wizard." There was
still no verbal response from the headmaster.

"I'm NOT a Dark Wizard." Harry
stood before the desk of the headmaster waiting for a response. "I thought you
wanted to talk, sir. Sitting there refusing to answer may bring my anger
up, but it will not go towards proving you right. Just because I have a temper
does not make me evil. Having the gift of elements does not make me evil; I
was born with it. A 'power the dark lord knows not,' this is what
will bring about our success."

Fawkes let out a note of song. For once it
seemed to have no effect on those present. He ruffled his feathers, tipped his
head at Harry and flashed out of the room.

"Harry," the headmaster said with
sorrow resonating in his voice, "the ministry considers the use of
fire as a weapon to be a Dark Art. Draco knows this because he somehow found out
about your predilection to use fire and I have discussed this with him." He arched
his brows at Draco, then he continued, "He has refused to understand the importance of you abstaining
from using it in battle. Now that you have been corrupted, we must decide what
we are going to do to prevent your apprehension
by them."

"Draco has not corrupted me."
Harry took a deep breath and continued, "I was
struggling with fire long before he stepped up to help. He has helped me to gain
control over something that threatened to flare up without forewarning. Ron and
'Mione were witness to my flair ups if you question my integrity. I would like
to add here that your own fear of my gifts is a path to darkness. Your
denial of such is not the only answer to our coming conflict. You must
come to realize that I am Voldemort's moral opposition. I will not stand
by and do nothing, too many lives have already been lost, and more must not be
bartered with any longer. With Draco by my side, we will be much stronger and
the Light will conquer Voldemort and his minions."

Dumbledore sighed, "Harry, you don't
understand; Draco cannot fight at your side, he must take the dark mark
and help us to crumble Voldemort from the inside."

Harry growled, Draco stepped forward in
case he was needed to calm his leader, "Draco will not take the Dark Mark."

"Harry, calm down, please." Draco
tried to coax calmness into Harry.

Harry turned to Draco, "You will not do
it. I said I would not stand by and watch more lives bartered, did you
really think you wouldn't count? I refuse to allow it, Draco, I need you with
me," he finished off softly looking into Draco's molten silver eyes. 'I can't
believe I ever thought they were cold, they are just as hot as my own.'

"Harry, it isn't for you to say . . ."

"Yes, it is. He will not do it." Harry
responded without taking his eyes from Draco's.

Draco swallowed and looked from Harry to
the headmaster. "I may have to Harry, if this next appearance of Voldemort does
not go as we plan."

"It will be finished - Yule."
Harry said.
'Oops,' he thought.

"Harry how do you . . ."

"I have my ways, sir. I even have a
few of my own spies."

The headmaster glanced around his office
looking for an unseen being; he found none. "Harry, who were you talking to
earlier?"

Harry smiled.

Draco tried to get his attention to
silence him. He, like everyone else, knew that hearing voices isn't a good sign,
even in the wizarding world. He felt a little nervous of Dumbledore's
assessment of the situation.

The headmaster was frowning. He gave Harry
that look over his spectacles which always worked but found that this time it
was to no avail.

"Tell me something, sir," Harry
asked, "Do I know all of
your secrets?"

Albus Dumbledore looked his student in the
eye, "Harry, if this information is vital to the cause, you must share it."

"If it were, I would. As it is, it is
strictly personal and of no use to battle strategy; therefore, I don't feel a
need to share." He told Moenia within his mind, 'Sorry about that Moenia, (a/n2) my home and protector, but I
simply must not divulge our secret just yet.'

"That's alright my son," the castle hummed
and sent him a breeze of an embrace.

"Headmaster," Harry said as he
studied the man before him, "I realize we are at an
impasse here, but perhaps we should continue this discussion at a later time.
Cooler heads and all. I would like to have a talk with Professor McGonagall and
put her heart at ease if I may. I am sure Draco would like to talk with his
godfather also. We can then all get together, perhaps tomorrow to continue this
current disagreement. Don't you think that would be best?" Harry wanted to leave
and take care of some other things, maybe have some time with Draco, they had so
much to talk about.

"That would be fine, Harry,
perhaps a fresh tin of biscuits may
help smooth the way with Minerva,"
said a very tired headmaster.

The boys turned to leave.

"Mr. Malfoy, stay one moment, please."

Harry turned, anger upon his countenance,
"I'm sure that whatever you have to say to him can be said to both of us, sir. I
do not want you attacking his actions while I am not present." Harry stood there
like a megalithic monument refusing to leave without Draco.

Professor Dumbledore frowned at Harry,
took a deep breath of resignation, and then turned to Draco. "The counter attack
was a success, there were no deaths." At Draco's arched brow he added, "No, not
even any Muggles. Two Death Eaters were captured, seems they were new recruits
from Bulgaria. That is all, you may go."

They exited through the door to the
stairs. As the door closed, Harry found himself thrust against the wall, a cool
breath in his ear, "You were brilliant - like the fire of all
existence."

There was a sudden flashpoint of fire.
The stairway was empty.

TBC

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Icekat: "Potter, (sputter) what have you done? Where are
we?"

FyrToehhers: "Ha, vengeance is mine, thus sayth the shadow
phoenix."

Icekat: "What did you do?"

FyrToehhers: (Large grin) "Accio, Draco Malfoy, in my own
special way, of course."

Icekat: "Where are we?"

FyrToehhers: "That, Shadow Phoenix's Kat, is my
secret."

Icekat: "Why do I get the idea that I have no
secrets? (Harry purrs) Harry?" (Icekat now has a 200 lb. black panther laying on
his chest)

FyrToehhers: 'Moenia?'

Moenia (Castle): 'Yes, my son?'

FyrToehhers: 'Send Salz around to wake us in time for
dinner, OK? It will be a nice surprise for Dray.'

Moenia (Castle): 'I'll do that for you. Enjoy your cat
nap.'

Icekat: "Harry, come on . . . Fyr . . . Fyr wake up."

FyrToehhers: "ppprrrrrrrr. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . "

Icekat: (sigh) "Not exactly what I had in mind . . . oh
well . . . "

LittleLily: I just had to end this chapter on a lighter
note. There was to much angst in this chapter, I don't usually write that way
but thought Harry needed to work through the pain. It will factor in with his
training later. Thanks for reading. Would love to hear from you by way of a
review.

A/N (1) My Latin is nonexistent. Sorry
about that. I used an online dictionary for the terms of fire and stop.
Hope I didn't mess it up too badly. I liked the idea of a fire dart for Harry
because it seems to match Draco's ice dagger. Harry already has a dagger,
Salazar's in fact.

Fire:
malleolus -i m. (a little hammer; a kind of fire-dart).

Stop:
desino -sinere -sii -situm transit. , (to cease, desist from); intransit., (to
cease, stop, end); with in and acc., (to end in).

A/N (2) Moenia; the castle has spoken.
This is Harry's pet name for her. She has given him permission to call her
Moenia because she feels a special bond with him. In his mind, it is the perfect
name for her. He likes the way it feels rolling off his tongue.

Moenia -ium n. pl. (the walls or
fortifications of a city , ramparts, bulwarks); poet., (castle,
dwelling).

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