The Heirs of Heaven and Hell
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
19
Views:
6,695
Reviews:
25
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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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 18
The Heirs of Heaven and Hell
Chapter: 18
Rated: R
By: Celeste Jacobs
Beta: Maria
Disclaimer: HP does not belong to me but, Siena and the story plot do.
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Siena crept into the owlery, studying the figure before her. The boy had chocolate brown hair and from his whispering, he looked to be talking to one of his owls.
“Aren’t Prefects suppose to be patrolling the hall?” she asked.
Siena watched as the boy whipped around, his Prefect badge glinting in the moonlight. She laughed a bit before heading over to her raven Kimora who resided next to a snowy white owl.
“You should be in your dormitory,” said Abel.
“I should be but I’m not. Write me up if you dare,” stated Siena.
Abel wasn’t sure what to say.
“Be a good Prefect and go bother someone else” said Siena as she petted Kimora.
“Now wait a minute,” started Abel but he trailed off when he got a good look at the girl.
Siena had turned and was looking him straight in the eyes. He had never seen such eyes before. They were a royal purple with specks of amber.
“Your eyes…” whispered Abel.
Siena furrowed her brows in confusion.
“They are the most beautiful purple I had ever seen” he finished.
Siena’s eyes widened. How did he know her true eye color? No one could see them but…
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“I’m definitely lost” thought Draco as he traveled around Hogwarts. It was very easy to get lost in a school when you don’t know your way around.
“Don’t panic” he whispered as he made his way up a flight of stairs.
Suddenly, the stairs began to move and Draco stumbled backwards. He let out a scream before his head connected with one of the steps, knocking him unconscious. His limp body fell down about ten steps before finally landing on the bottom one. He lay sprawled where the staircases met and would have been crushed into the floor if a strong pair of arms had not grabbed him in the nick of time.
“What the hell was that?” whispered Harry as held the blond haired boy in his arms.
He had decided to do a little exploring after tiring of Epictetus. There was only so much of the philosopher that he could take. He had exited the portrait to find that the stairs were changing. At the bottom he saw a boy about to be crushed and could not help but fold his arms and smile. He would be the first one here to witness the death and therefore had legal rights to send the boy straight to Hellena, regardless of his innocence.
Harry was content to sit back and watch the show when suddenly he felt his body jerking towards the stairs. He tried to fight whatever had entered his body but it was to no avail. The next thing he knew, his wings had burst from his back and he was flying down the stairs to save the boy.
Now, here he was with a stranger in his arms. Harry winced as he placed the blonde on the floor. He took his right hand and touched his back. His fingers came back stained with crimson. His wings had not been out in years. Harry felt himself becoming angry. Something had entered his body and he did not like it. It wasn’t a good feeling to know that someone could take over your actions at any moment.
He looked down at the boy on the floor. He was wearing a Slytherin emblem on his ripped robe.
“Must have snagged on one of the steps” thought Harry as he picked the Slytherin up.
“You have something to do with this and I’m going to find out why” whispered Harry.
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Blaise watched with narrowed eyes as Draco’s body disappeared around the corner. He had watched the boy slip out of the room and decided to follow him. He clenched his teeth, Draco was his and he would have to teach the dark haired boy a lesson he would never forget.
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God smiled and rubbed his hands together. He knew the slight push to his son would not harm him and he planned accordingly. God knew that Harry would not save Draco willingly and had sent an angel to enter his body. It would only be a matter of time before his plan went into effect. Blaise was a thorn in his plans but he was sure that Harry was capable of handling it.
Chapter: 18
Rated: R
By: Celeste Jacobs
Beta: Maria
Disclaimer: HP does not belong to me but, Siena and the story plot do.
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Siena crept into the owlery, studying the figure before her. The boy had chocolate brown hair and from his whispering, he looked to be talking to one of his owls.
“Aren’t Prefects suppose to be patrolling the hall?” she asked.
Siena watched as the boy whipped around, his Prefect badge glinting in the moonlight. She laughed a bit before heading over to her raven Kimora who resided next to a snowy white owl.
“You should be in your dormitory,” said Abel.
“I should be but I’m not. Write me up if you dare,” stated Siena.
Abel wasn’t sure what to say.
“Be a good Prefect and go bother someone else” said Siena as she petted Kimora.
“Now wait a minute,” started Abel but he trailed off when he got a good look at the girl.
Siena had turned and was looking him straight in the eyes. He had never seen such eyes before. They were a royal purple with specks of amber.
“Your eyes…” whispered Abel.
Siena furrowed her brows in confusion.
“They are the most beautiful purple I had ever seen” he finished.
Siena’s eyes widened. How did he know her true eye color? No one could see them but…
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“I’m definitely lost” thought Draco as he traveled around Hogwarts. It was very easy to get lost in a school when you don’t know your way around.
“Don’t panic” he whispered as he made his way up a flight of stairs.
Suddenly, the stairs began to move and Draco stumbled backwards. He let out a scream before his head connected with one of the steps, knocking him unconscious. His limp body fell down about ten steps before finally landing on the bottom one. He lay sprawled where the staircases met and would have been crushed into the floor if a strong pair of arms had not grabbed him in the nick of time.
“What the hell was that?” whispered Harry as held the blond haired boy in his arms.
He had decided to do a little exploring after tiring of Epictetus. There was only so much of the philosopher that he could take. He had exited the portrait to find that the stairs were changing. At the bottom he saw a boy about to be crushed and could not help but fold his arms and smile. He would be the first one here to witness the death and therefore had legal rights to send the boy straight to Hellena, regardless of his innocence.
Harry was content to sit back and watch the show when suddenly he felt his body jerking towards the stairs. He tried to fight whatever had entered his body but it was to no avail. The next thing he knew, his wings had burst from his back and he was flying down the stairs to save the boy.
Now, here he was with a stranger in his arms. Harry winced as he placed the blonde on the floor. He took his right hand and touched his back. His fingers came back stained with crimson. His wings had not been out in years. Harry felt himself becoming angry. Something had entered his body and he did not like it. It wasn’t a good feeling to know that someone could take over your actions at any moment.
He looked down at the boy on the floor. He was wearing a Slytherin emblem on his ripped robe.
“Must have snagged on one of the steps” thought Harry as he picked the Slytherin up.
“You have something to do with this and I’m going to find out why” whispered Harry.
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Blaise watched with narrowed eyes as Draco’s body disappeared around the corner. He had watched the boy slip out of the room and decided to follow him. He clenched his teeth, Draco was his and he would have to teach the dark haired boy a lesson he would never forget.
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God smiled and rubbed his hands together. He knew the slight push to his son would not harm him and he planned accordingly. God knew that Harry would not save Draco willingly and had sent an angel to enter his body. It would only be a matter of time before his plan went into effect. Blaise was a thorn in his plans but he was sure that Harry was capable of handling it.