Under Moon and Sun
Why Now?
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mine… well the plot line in this is… But the characters and the premise
for it are not, so don’t sue.
G, I guess… for now. It will probably get higher as I go along
Don’t know yet. I haven’t decided.
Up to OotP
Here and will go up on my site when it’s finished (the site I mean). If
you want to archive it, let me know. I don’t object, but I would like to
brag.
Voldemort isn’t dead, Sirius is. Story takes place in 6th
year. Ron and Hermione are NOT together. Draco and Harry are NOT
together (yet). Snape is not with anyone and there is no indication that
Draco and Lucius have anything but a father/son relationship. Oh and
Dumbledore and McGonagall are not together either. Will have het and
slash… eventually. This is going to be a long story.
When Harry woke up the next morning, he could tell,
immediately after rolling out of bed, two things.
spent the night alone and two; someone would get a rude awakening when he got
out of the shower. With a small, tight
grin, he grabbed a towel and some clean clothes before heading towards the
bathroom. The hot water didn’t wake him
up quite as fast as the cold water that students were subjected to on weekdays,
but by the time he had washed his hair and dumped a more then generous amount
of conditioner into it, he was feeling up to dealing with the world.
combed and dried his hair and got dressed, he was happy to face itartiarticularly since it was Sunday. Blue
jeans and a black button down shit, in honour of it being the Sabbath were his
clothes of choice. He looked good.
his fashion sense he mused as he looked in the mir
Finally he grabbed a book from his locker and stood in the
middle of the room, “I’m going down to
breakfast now. If you want to be fed,
you better hurry up.” He hissed is parsaltongue.
few seconds later, a naked and screaming Padma Patil scrambled out of Ron’s
bed, tripped over the bedclothes and crawled, on hands and feet as fast as she
could away from the black, red and yellow snake that slithered out and came towards
Harry. The dark haired boy grinned at
the flustered Ravenclaw, “Good morning, Pa”
The girl just looked at him in shock.
Grinning he knelt down and allowed the snake to climb up his arm and
curl around his bicep again. It was
laughing. “Harry, mate?
control?” Ron asked exasperatepan
pan
style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Harry smiled at him, “She likes you.
you don’t move around as much as I do.”
Ron sighed and rolled his eyes.
As far as Harry was concerned, the snake could do no wrong.
back into the bed and curled up beside Ron.
She shot a murderous glare at Harry, who laughed again and then left the
dorm.
The Great Hall was empty when Harry arrived.
laziness, he walked over to the Gryffindor table and sat down.
helped himself as the snake slithered down his arm and began to choose from the
food on the table as well.
Harry had read two pages of his book and was half way though
his breakfast when the next person came into the hall.
alone and then made his way over to the table.
He sat down beside Harry and watched the snake as it swallowed another
bit of toast. “What did you call it?”
“Snakes don’t have names among themselves.
book. Draco smiled at him and Harry
couldn’t help but smile back. The blonde
boy snagged a piece of toast from the plate on front of Harry and began to
eat. Harry raised an eyebrow and put the
book down. “Do you want to practise now
instead of tonight?” At Draco’s nod, he
added, “What are we going to do today?”
“I thought we could continue with the animagus training.
the two spells and sighed.
“How long did it take you to get them right?”
“Helseius, about
three weeks. The other one I picked up
in about twenty minutes. Remember
Potter, I had been studying Dark Arts foer ter three years by that point.
months.” Harry nodded, but didn’t
reply. Instead he shovelled another
spoonful of beans into his mouth. “Any
ideas on what we’re going to turn into yet?” Draco asked.
“From what I’ve read, both of us are most likely some kind of
magical creature. If we were regular
animals we’d have managed at least a partial transformation by now.”
“Magical creatures? I
though that was impossible.”
“Not impossible, just improbable.
Thestral.” Draco nodded at the argument
and speared another piece of toast.
“Are you going to tell your friends?”
head. Then he nodded to Draco.
last bit of his breakfast, Draco answered, “No, I like living.”
After they had finished eating the two boys left the hall,
Draco waiting a few minutes before following Harry out.
minutes later and Harry opened the entrance to the Chamber of Secrets.
chamber and Harry stretched his arms above his head.
beginning to look almost lived in. They
had conjured a couple of couches and some tables as well as torches.
covered quite a large area and this had become an almost living room for
them. Other spahad had targets set
up. One corner had even been turned into
a miniature potions lab.
Harry flopped down onto one of the couches and sighed.
follow Harry’s instructions. They were
spoken in an almost hypnotic tone of voice.
Following the instructions, Draco began to pull the world around him
into himself, letting it shape him. For
a few moments he felt very fuzzy, and then the world solidified.
“You’re big and you have wings.”
meant.
“Anything else?”
Harry shook his head.
“Try again.” He ordered.
clasclass=MsoNormal style='line-height:150%'>An hour later, Harry knelt on front of one of the most
beautiful creatures he had ever seen.
The Pantharatitle="">
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white, with silvery wings and eyes. It
licked his face as he stroked the huge wings.
“Merlin, you are gorgeous.” The
Panthara began to purr.
Draco changed back reluctantly and took Harry’s place on the
couch as he began to talk Harry though the first transformation.
he followed the instructions. By turns
he felt hot and cold as something rushed through him.
before he fell to the ground with an undignified squawk.
over. Looking down at himself, Harry
couldn’t help but try to laugh. It came
out as thrill as he looked at the
glorious sound of the an>
again.
Hours later, after they had exhausted themselves chasing each
other around the Chamber and exploring their gifts that had a rough idea of
what they were capable of. Harry had
already known that
were exceptionally strong. They were
also immune to most magic. On top of
that he also knew they were able to make their wings burn and anything touched
by that fire was almost impossible to put out.
The
someone to sleep or drive them into frenzy, depending on what he sang.
form as well.
Draco was dutifully impressed, but even Harry had to admit
that the Panthara was something else.
The huge, winged cat could change colour, chameleon like to match any
background. He could easily carry
Harry’s wt ont on his back or in his claws.
Draco was convinced that he could, with a bit of practise, control the
excretion of the poison. Its saliva was
the cure and a bit of research showed that it would cure anownnown poison.
that the Panthara could teleport, disappearing in a rush of wind.
though was its scream. The scream caused
it’s pray to freeze motionless for almost five seconds and then panic.
It was almost two in the afternoon when they decided it was
time to go and have some lunch. With
wicked grins they teleported into an abandoned classroom on the second
floor. Harry left first.
later. Neither looked at the other when
throughout lunch.
“Why is he just ignoring us?”
Ron growled in frustration as he watched Draco leave the Great Hall
flanked by Blaise Zabini and Pansy Parkinson.
Hermione ignored him as she continued to read the book pro up
up
against the pumpkin juice jug. Harry
glanced in the direction of his friend’s glare and shrugged.
you.” In reality, Draco was ignoring
them because he wouldn’t be able to keep a straight face if he ld atd at
Harry. It was the same reason that Harry
was ignoring him. Ron grunted and glared
over at the Slytherin table. “I bet he
has the mark. I wonder how many of the
rest of them do.”
Harry stilled. He
wanted to jump to Draco’s defence and say he knew that Draco didn’t have the
mark. It was an effort to keep his mouth
shut. Instead he said,
“I wonder if anyone from the other houses has
“All dark wizards and witches come from Slytherin, Harry, you
know that.”
“No, not all.” Ron
snorted and told him to name one. Harry
looked at his best friend and then answered,
“Peter Pettigrew.” Ron
opened his mouth and then closed it.
Harry leaned back and continued, “For that matter, Rosa Elson was a
Huffff.
Gryffindor. Anna Kingston-Rice was a
Ravenclaw. Not all Slytherins are evil
and not all Gryffindors are good.” Harry
stood up, suddenly angry and grabbed the snake around the middle.
evil, Ron, but maybe you should be more worried about yourself.”
of the hall. Everyone at the table
stared after him in shock.
As he wondered the halls, making his way back towards the
Gryffindor Common Room, he tried to work out what was up with him.
grey. A harsh laugh escaped Harry’s lips
and he tried to imagine whon won would say when he found out that y hay had to
murder Voldemort if he wanted to survive.
He didn’t want to even think about what Ron would say when he found out
what was going on between him and Draco Malfoy.
moments and mumbled the password.
“Speak up boy. I can’t
hear you.”
“I said ‘Griffin Blood’, okay?”
dormitory.
No one else was in the room, so Harry quickly routed around
in his trunk until he found the spell sealed box.
spoken command, the lid of the box sprang open.
Harry took out the two books and the loose sheets of parchment it had
contained. Then he replaced the box and
closed the trunk. Taking a deep breath,
Harry focused on the Chamber of Secrets and disappeared, reappearing between
the two couches. He grinned and sat down
to wait for Draco.
He didn’t have to wait long before Draco appeared in a rush
of wind and fog. The two boys looked at
each other, smiled and then Draco dropped the books he had brought onto the
table and sat down across from Harry. “Okay,
let’s start with Helseius.
table till he came to an area covered in soft cushions.
“I know, but it’s the only way to learn.”
who had moved to stand in the middle of the cushioned space.
“Helseius!” he
yelled. Red light shot from his wand and
hit Draco in the chest. The other boy
shivered a bit and then shook his head.
“Try it again.” Harry
did.
The practised the spell for another half hour before Harry
made it work correctly.
to the ground with a scream. Harry raced
over. The blonde’s lips were already
turning blue as the spell drained all the heat from, his body.
cradled Draco to him as he waited for warmth to seep back into the other boy.
chattering enough to speak. Harry
smiled. “Yeah, I think I do.”
nice. The thought entered his head
unbidden as he held the other boy, sharing his warmth.
strip down to heal each other.” He added.
mind, Pity.
Neither Harry nor Draco knew how long they stayed there.
same time. Harry’s hand was gently
running through Draco’s hair and the blonde boy was purring.
same time and froze. Trying to hide his
reluctance, Draco sat up and pushed to his feet.
his lips had lost the blue tinge. He
brushed off his robes and looked around.
“Okay, let’s try Dormatius.”
well. “Well, at least we can use the targets
for this one.” Harry said.
An hour later Draco called it a day.
unwillingness to hurt anything meant the spell lacked any real power.
willing to hurt your opponent, Potter.” Harry
shrugged, looking a combination of guilty and defiant.
he had been glancing through. He put a bookmark
in, closed the book, and then he patted Harry on the shoulder.
Mudblood and the Weasel they’ll start to think you’re pissed with them.”
“I am pissed with them.”
Harry muttered.
“Huh?”
“Nothing.”
“No, it wasn’t. You
said, and I quote ‘I am pissed with them.’
What’s going on?”
Harry hesitated and then dropped gracefully onto a
couch. He ran a hand through his hair
and sighed. Draco crossed his arms over
his chest and looked down at him. “What
am I to you?” Draco looked surprised at
the question.
“What?”
“Just answer the question… please.”
“I don’t know…
Training partner, I guess.” Draco
was confused. He didn’t like where Harry
was going with this.
“Training partner? Is
that all?” Harry closed his eyes and
sighed again, “I want more.” He said bluntly.
Draco dropped his arms to his sides and almost took a step back.
that all evil doesn’t come from Slytherin.
I’m pissed with Hermione because she’s stopped fighting with Ron about
his prejudices and I’m pissed with both of them because I can’t talk about you
with them. I’m pissed with them for
making me keep you a secret and I’m pissed with you for letting me.
for their attitude to Slytherin and Gryffindor Houses.
Gryffindor for starting this stupid rivalry and I’m pissed with the houses for
continuing it. I’m pissed with the
teachers for allowing it and I’m pissed with the school for how hypocritical
is. I’m a Gryffindor, but here I am, in
the Chamber of Bloody Secrets learning the Dark Arts from a Slytherin, but the
moment I leave here, I have to be the ‘Gryffindor Golden Boy’ again.
Slytherin. Merlin have mercy I might
me. When the teachers find out what we’re
doing who will be blamed even though I went to you with the idea?
decide to learn the Dark Arts? Why can’t
it be mine?” Harry paused in his tirade
for breath. Draco was still too stunned
to say anything, but he snapped out of it quickly.
“I’ll probably be blamed for teaching you, you’re right about
that. I don’t know why it’s always Slytherin’s
fault, but I agree that the school has a rather hypocritical attitude to us.
Weasel about us, then go ahead. I’ll
even tell my friends if that’s what you want.”
He knelt down beside Harry, surprised to see tears in his eyes, “And I’d
like to be you’re friend too.”
“Why now?” Harry
whispered.
“Because, I know I have nothing to fear from you anymore…
Harry.”
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this animal up. I always thought that
Draco, if he was an animagus would be a winged panther and decided to name the
species ‘Panthara’. The colouring has a
lot of similarity to Ryanaven’s Harry Potter and Gaining Momentum.
turn into a