Familiar

Hey everyone, this is only short as I’ve just finished my exams today and this was just lying around, to be read over and posted. So I thought I’d be nice and rouse my brain from its stupor.

Arealdeal…it may be silly but everyones entitled to their own opinions. Unfortunately I like Harry’s hair that long and I do have a reason for it being that way. Also his hair hasn’t gotten caught in a door an he hasn’t sat on it, if anyone’s noticed he hasn’t mentioned brushing it once! Then again I don’t think Harry’s noticed either.

Angel…don’t worry you’ll find out soon.

Hesky…its great to hear from you. On the subject of Dumbledore, I’m not gonna tell you cos that would hurt all the pretty plot bunnies waiting in line. Don’t mind me on a high, I’ve finished my exams woooo. Krai isn’t old, he’s a very young snake. But he’s past the juvenile sunbeam stage (have a band around the neck) but he certainly is wise. I’m not gonna answer your question about Harry, for fear of angry bunnies. But Harry definitely is a half god and I wish I could show you the picture in my mind.

Stasha…We’ll hav to see about Draco recognising him wont we?

Mindige0…Thank you, sometimes certain people just make you think of words don’t they, a lot of the time though they aren’t as nice as the ones I used.


Thanks to everyone else who reviewed, and guys please remember my brain is currently mush, so be nice to me and review. It'll get me back on line and i'll have a quick update as a thankyou.


Chapter 12: A Reply


Harry slept in late the next morning, having had trouble sleeping the night before. Falling out with one of your friends is bound to make you a little bit restless, but add to that another friend whose intentions you were no longer sure of, well, lets just say he hadn’t got to sleep till the very early hours. While he was sleeping in, Krai took out the letter from the Malfoy boy and read it over…


Dear Aidan

I was surprised to hear from you, I didn’t think I would. Yes, that man was my father and no he wasn’t mad, he’s always like that in public. At home he’s much worse. I’m not used to talking to people either. Its difficult when you cant be honest.

I have two friends and a house of followers. Do you have any friends? You never mentioned them in your letter. I was curious, if you don’t want to answer that I understand, some things are better not said. Or known. By anyone. I think my fathers ashamed of me too. He has expectations, all fathers have expectations, right? Sometimes he doesn’t even look at me, he looks past me. It’s like I’m not there. And I don’t like that feeling. He lists my faults too.

He gives me orders. Does your father give you orders as well? Sometimes its simple things like: ‘never let the mask slip, concentrate on schoolwork, let Crabbe and Goyle follow you around.’

But sometimes its harder, things like ‘make friends with Potter, bring him to our side,’ things like that are much more difficult. They make me realise that I am more my father, or maybe my fathers puppet than I am myself. Is that wrong or is it the duty of every pureblood to aspire to be like their sire?

You did stand out in Knockturn Alley, I wouldn’t recommend going back in. It is too easy to get trapped there. You did bother me and it did change, I wouldn’t be writing back if I felt otherwise, I would have sent you a curse through the post.

Draco

P.S. I’m sorry but when you finish reading this it will be set alight. I can’t take any chances. Only you will be able to read these letters safely. I ask that you do the same thing with your letters. The spell is written below. Swish and flick like with wingardium leviosa.


He read over the spell and smiled, it was a strong one. The moment he finished the parchment ignited and all that was left was ash and a scrap of paper with the spell words written on it.

Well it seemed there was hope for the young Malfoy yet, he was smart and cunning like any slytherin and had a strong sense of self-preservation which would help balance out his own Master’s more Gryffindorish tendencies. He carefully thought over his reply before writing back…


Draco

Don’t worry, I’ve cast the spell on the letter, only you can read it, so don’t worry. I know what it feels like to get ordered around. The expectations though are worse. I resent being ordered around by my Father and almost hate him for it. But when he looks at me and shakes his head because I haven’t lived up to his expectations, I feel guilty. Like I should be doing everything I can to earn his respect, his admiration, his love. But it never comes. Sometimes I think that if I just give up and do as he says my life will be better and it probably would be, but it wouldn’t be my life would it, it’d be his.

Yes I do have friends, but they don’t live here. I have no one here bar you. So you can imagine how happy I was to get your letter. Even if I did have friends here, my father probably wouldn’t allow me to see them. Does your father control your life as much as my own controls mine?


Aidan


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He sent Hedwig off with the letter, he knew the Malfoy boy would use his own owl this time and he needed Hedwig back as soon as possible. He had an idea that might help his Master. He penned a quick note before leaving to find Lynny.

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When Harry awoke later, there was a bulky white object on the coffee table next to his breakfast. Dressing quickly he went to examine it and found that it was something he recognised. Knowing what it was for he smiled. Krai always seemed to know what he needed. He couldn’t imagine not having the snake around.
~Thanks~ he hissed to the room at large.
~You are welcome Massster. But I would ssssuggesst usssing it later. The owl hasss gone out hunting and will not be back for sssome time~

Secretly Harry didn’t believe that, with all the time Hedwig seemed to spend away, he was sure that his owl had found a mate in the nearby forest. He settled down to eat his breakfast. Krai came up to him and curled into him, seeking his warmth.
~What are we doing today familiar mine~
~Now that we have ssseen the ssstrength at your command Massster, it iss important to harnesss it, control it. It mussst only esscape you when you want it to~

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Harry was once again in the training room and just like the last time he was flat on his back. But this time he hadn’t been knocked on his ass by his magic, no this time he had knocked his magic on its ass and he was exhausted. Krai had drilled him and drilled him, over and over again on exercises to control his power. To hold it back with his will when he opened the door. He’d struggled more than he cared to admit. But Krai had told him, that now that he had done it once it would only get easier. Magic recognised dominance and as long as he continued to exert his will it would eventually submit to him. He’d never had to do this before. He knew it was because a wizard/witch could naturally control their initial power levels but had trouble controlling their after transition magics. There was nothing wrong with it. It happened to everyone but he seemed to have more magic than most.

He wasn’t worried. He had Krai!



A/N…And there we go another chapter, hoping to get over the hundred review milestone with this guys, so please review.

Cookies to anyone who can figure out what the object was that Krai procured.

And if you are wondering, one more chapter and Hogwarts will be beckoning.