a boy on a broomstik zoomed down the halls of hogwarts, his thoughts whirling drao’s not here whereisdraowhereisdraowhereisdrao?
the broom was pulled to a sudden stop at a rge window, its view overlooking the grounds of hogwarts wait…what was firenze doing outside of the forest—
the forest!
gss exploded outwards as the boy guided his broom out of the astle, poketing his still smoking wand as he did so
“harry potter!” firenze’s voie arried upward through the pelting rain “you must hurry—”
“where’s drao?”
“in the forest! you must find him before he dies!”
“i know!” harry sreamed through the rain as he hurled forward towards the looming trees, hand falling bak to his wand “point me!” his voie shrieked through the rain, raspy and hurried
following the diren given by the wand, boy and broom entered the forest
“drao!”
clouded eyes opened slightly what?
“drao!”
why would someone all his name? darkness surrounded him…so sleepy
“drao!”
go away; darkness feels no pain drao didn’t want to feel pain anymore
“drao!”
orbs of bk ed with silver blinked “harry?” ame the startled whisper
“drao!”
harry nded ungraefully on the groundto the fallen boy one ould hardly see drao, loaked as he was in an aura of ebony it’ll suffoate him! harry thought frantially as he dove into the louded aura
“don’t die, drao,” he muttered, as he fought through rain and aura to getto drao the wings seemed to hear what the boy did not, as they began to beat at the aura, w as if to push it away
harry managed to grasp drao as the aura began to disear he paled slightly as he saw eyes blink slowly at him, normally a silver, now an ebony bk
the darkness was going away…why was it going away? was he dead now? no…but that’s harry—blink—harry’s not dead yet
“why are you here?” the voie—was that his voie?—spoke low and slurred
“drao, i don’t want you to die don’t die!”
die? was he not dead already? no…the darkness was gone now he was not dead
“i’m not dead,” the voie spoke again, in that same low and expresnless tone and the boy’s eyes began slowly to hange olors, the silver w its way through the bk, as harry smiled
chapter 9: awaken
drao’s eyes opened to a sight he didn’t ever expet to see again: his room even more wondrous was the fat that his father was sittingto his bed and had arently been keeping vigil, whih the worn look on his fae implied this was something his father had not done sine he was six and had ome down with some sikness that he himself ouldn’t remember anything of exept his father raging at his mother that he wouldn’t have his son die from some stupid muggle illness (drao’s mother had been of the opin that his father had been over-reating at the time)
“how are you feeling?” his father asked quietly as drao blinked and looked around uusly
“strange” came the answer and that was the only expnan that drao ould think of he felt all weird inside
“sidering the fat that you survived suffoan, i’m not surprised”
drao blinked “then why am i not stupid?”
drao’s father looked at drao as if what his son had said ould not be proessed by his brain
“when you start to suffoate, your brain starts to die, so why am i not stupid?”
luius smirked wryly “beause you’re a veriae”
“oh” and that expined that “so why am i not dead, again?”
“beause your intended got old feet a few minutes before your death and resued you,” luius spoke dryly as if this wasn’t really what he thought of the matter “he arried you out of the forest one your aura had returned into your being and your wings retrated”
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