Changes of Life

Title: Changes of Life
Chapter: 2
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Harry/Draco
A/N: First of all, thanks to my reviews. It makes me happy to know people like it ^_^. Alright, if you like the Draco bit, sorry then. There’s only a small section of Draco’s summer in this chapter. I just wanted to get a few things about him understood. The story will mainly be in Harry’s “pov”. Getting slowly into plot lines I have for the story. Anyway, like always, hope you enjoy it as much as I’ve enjoyed writing it. And if you don’t, well… um… yeah.
Disclaimer: same as chapter 1

This chapter will have cutting in it. I can’t get into too much detail, it’s not depressed or pleasure type cutting, but just a warning now that there is cutting.

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Flying was wonderful! Okay, so Harry could fly with a broom, but it wasn’t as good as flying with wings. With wings, there was nothing to hold you back. You didn’t have to worry about keeping your grip on the broom, or about how old or what style it was. This was flying in its most natural and purest form.

Although, Harry would have liked it better if it was night, he just needed to stretch and test out his wings. He remembered what was said about vampires being out in the sun. But he was here in the sun now and wasn’t getting burned. He figured that maybe it was because he was only part vampire and part demon, or maybe it was just a rumor that wasn’t true. That vampires, and demons, just prefer the night over the daytime because they’re more used to it, and can get more things accomplished at night, like hunting.

He sighed and flew back to the house. The sun was annoying him; he’d go out flying later, after it got dark.

Once inside, he looked at himself again in the mirror before closing his eyes and taking deep breath. He concentrated on how he wanted to go back to his human form. It must have worked because he started to feel his body change again. It didn’t hurt as much as it did when he went into the demon/vampire form, but there was still that constant pain.

When the transformation was complete, Harry made a small smile to himself, and tested other things out.

***

“Now will you tell me what it is?” Narcissa asked of her son.

It was just her and Draco in his room. With how much Draco talked about his father, you would think that he and his dad had a good relationship. However, Draco had barely talked to him, and vice-versa. Draco had the good relationship with his mom. It was his mother, after all, that he got the veela genes from.

“Something has happened to him. I remember you told me that until we’ve bonded, I will only know what he’s feeling in times when it’s greatly felt. He was in pain, and restrained. It’s stopped now, but I don’t know if that’s because whatever was making him hurt has stopped now, or if it’s because he’s passed out from it…” Draco said, sitting down on his bed as if it would help ease the worry some.

“Draco, perhaps he hasn’t passed out. The best you can do right now is hope it’s not the latter.” Narcissa did not tell him not to worry. She knew from experience that telling a veela not to worry over their mate fell on deaf ears. “Perhaps you should do something to get your mind off of it for the time being…”

***

5 days had passed by without too much importance. Harry didn’t get any birthday presents and still no letters. He had experimented enough with his new knowledge to where he could transform any part of himself at will, and know that he could still eat regular food. He could have the lollipops in his human form without any harm done. He still kept up with the one lollipop a day, and flying almost every night. He also managed to program lots of songs into his music cube.
It was an interesting cube. After you programmed the songs into the cube, it would play at random. Almost like a radio station programmed to the songs you like without the commercials. Also, multiple people could hear the music at the same time, the music plays in your head. Not to where it’s like it’s stuck in your head, but like you have headphones on. You could control the volume, and you could continue to hear the music for up to a distance of 50 meters. There was also a way to stop the music, and change the volume, even if you’re away from the cube. He was listening to the cube at the moment when his listening was interrupted.

Today the Dursleys had gotten back from America. Only 10 minutes ago to be precise, and Vernon’s yelling was already heard.

“You stole from us, boy!” Vernon yelled, as he opened the door, red in the face.

“Well guess what. Believe it or not, you owe me so much more.” Harry replied calmly. Seeing his uncle reach for his belt in anger, Harry continued. “And I don’t appreciate being hit either. Fair warning.”

But Vernon didn’t seem to listen, or care, for he moved to hit Harry.

Harry grabbed his uncle’s wrist before the belt could make contact, and Harry found himself glaring and growling at his uncle. By instinct his eyes were red and his fangs out. “I won’t let it happen this time.” Harry told him.

Vernon saw the fangs he could have sworn weren’t there before, and those eyes sent chills down his spine. He let go of the belt in fear, even though he was now angrier at the boy. When Harry let go of his hand, he merely said, “You are dead to me” and left the room.

Harry blinked in mild surprise. He knew that Vernon hated him, but the obvious disowning wasn’t something Harry expected. He heard Vernon downstairs start to dial a number on the telephone, but was stopped short. A second later, Harry heard Vernon curse at the phone. A little confused, Harry just passed it off, and moved to lie back down on his bed, listening to the music again.

He felt something pressing against his back and sat up again. Grabbing the blood lollipop that wasn’t there before, he knew who cut the phone call short, and Harry gave a small smile.

***

Harry stopped drawing and looked up from the paper. He could sense something wasn’t right. He turned the volume of the music cube down and got off of his bed to see what it was. He could smell that whatever it was, it was downstairs.

Now Harry hasn’t been downstairs for a week ever since his uncle disowned him. He didn’t even get fed by them anymore; he had to live off of the blood lollipops. So when Harry started down the stairs, he expected someone to question him or at least give him a look. But no one was there to do that. He checked outside to see if maybe they went someplace, but the car was still there.

Suddenly Harry picked up on a scent he couldn’t make out. He turned around quickly and was met by a face with pitch black eyes and snow-white skin. The creature was so close, that was all he could see. The creature hissed and Harry felt the breath wasn’t warm like one would expect, but cold as ice.

Not willing to stay that close and find out just what exactly the creature wanted with him, he side stepped the creature, standing away from the door, but closer to the window.

He could fully see the creature’s body now. It had the snow white skin all over, its knees bent the other way, but it still stood on only them. It had talon like hands, cat eyes, two horns on its head, a wolf like tail, and bat wings.

Harry pulled his shirt off and began the transformation. He realized he liked the demon and vampire mix form the most, and decided on that one for right now. He needed all the help he could get, as he could sense this creature was malevolent.

“Are you here for me?” Harry asked it, trying to stall the time until he was transformed. It didn’t take that long, anyway.

“Of course.” The creature said and leapt to Harry, but Harry went around him, and knocked the door open, not caring that he broke it. He immediately flew off, checking behind him to double check the creature was following him.

Harry didn’t want to have a fight in a closed area, nor with too many humans around. It was about 10 at night, so not too many would be at the park, so that’s where he led the creature.

At about a foot off the ground, Harry turned and faced his opponent. He ducked the talons that were outstretched and slashed at the stomach with his claws before flying out of the way.

The creature winced a little, but stayed in the air, and went after Harry again.

Harry met it this time rather than flying away. The creature attempted to wrap its talon around Harry’s throat, but he dug his claws into the wrist of the creature, and twisted its arm. The other arm of the creature came up in defense, hitting Harry in the stomach. The creature was going to then dig it’s talon in Harry’s side, but Harry let go of the arm and moved away.

Suddenly, the creature disappeared, leaving Harry very confused. He flew around for a bit to see if maybe the thing would come back or see if it was just invisible and not gone, but that proved wrong. The creature was gone, and Harry couldn’t figure out why.

Deciding to shrug it off, at least for now, Harry went back to the house and went back into his human form, gathering his shirt in his hands. He went up to his room and threw it on his bed for now, grabbed his wand, then went back downstairs to fix the door.

“Harry.”

Harry turned around as soon as he fixed the door. “Hi, Adrian.”

“Here.” Adrian said and handed Harry a box.

Harry opened the box to find a dagger laying there. The handle was black and there was a silver jewel on the end of it. Underneath the dagger were its sheath and a strap to tie it around his leg if wanted.

“It was mine, but you will need it. From this day forth, you will have to trust me more than you have already. You will need to do things for me, and do it even if I don’t give you an answer as to why I want you to do it. Hard times are ahead and you must prepare yourself. There is an undetectable place in Hogwarts you will have to meet me in a couple times when the need to go there arises. I will give you more details on that later. For now, let us go into the back yard. We must do something tonight.”

As soon as they were in the back yard, Adrian talked again. “Do as I do. Follow what I do. This is wandless magic. Not just any wandless magic, but blood magic. Not quite ancient magic, you’re not ready for that yet. This is still stronger than any spell you’ve probably done as of yet, and it will take more out of you, though I believe you are ready for it. One more thing you need to know right now. That dagger has magical qualities. You will find out all of what it does and what you will use it for over time. Hold the dagger in your right hand and open your hand, palm facing upwards.”

Harry did as told. The dagger then rose off of his palm a bit, and Adrian grabbed it in his right hand. Adrian then held it up to the moon before he slashed his left hand from the index finger in a diagonal line to his wrist. He then opened up his right hand, having the dagger float up a little bit.

Harry grabbed the dagger and held it up to the moon. He took a breath before pressing the sharp tip into the skin just below his index finger. He felt the cold metal pierce into his skin in a stinging pain. He closed his eyes for a second before opening them up again and cutting the line in a quick motion. Harry let out the breath he’d been holding by letting out a whimper. He looked u Adr Adrian.

Adrian said nothing, but held out his hand, clenched it into a fist and let three drops of blood fall onto the ground below. Harry followed his lead. Adrian took the dagger again before letting go of it. The dagger floated up again then moved to point towards the place the blood dropped to, dropping one drip of blood found on the blade. Adrian then grabbed the dagger again and ran the flat of the blade against the wound, then handed the dagger to Harry for him to do the same.

After Harry did that to the dagger, the dagger was suddenly clean of the blood, and Harry could feel his hand healing.

“You may put it away now. Don’t ask why we had to do this, just know it was necessary. You may see if you can find out what it is we just did in books if you want to, but this may not be found in any books.” Adrian said to Harry. “Also, the cut on our palms we just did is the normal cut for blood magic. Every now and then it would call for a different cut, but this is the one usually used.”

“Okay.” Harry said. Then remembering what happened just before Adrian came, Harry continued, “By the way. What happened to the Dursleys, and what was-“

Before Harry could continue his question, Adrian interrupted him. “Nothing happened to the Dursleys…” After that, Adrian just left.

Harry was once again left confused, and annoyed. “Fine, don’t answer my question.” He said out loud to no one before entering the house again. Surprising, he found the Dursleys sitting, watching TV. “Where were you guys earlier?”

Both Vernon and Dudley ignored him, leaving Petunia to answer. “We’ve been here since after dinner.” Her tone was uninterested, and her eyes didn’t leave the TV.

Harry sighed and went up to his room, thinking how weird that was. ‘What just happened then? Why weren’t they there when they claim they were? What *was* that creature? Why does Adrian never tell me anything? Where did Adrian come from, why now, and why did I trust him immediately? Isn’t that supposed to be foolish?

“Too many questions.” Harry said aloud before sticking a blood lollipop in his mouth to chew on a bit. He already had one for today, but seeing the blood just minutes ago made him want more.

***

“Harry…” A whispered voice.

A familiar whispered voice.

“I’m here.” Harry whispered back. It didn’t take long before he saw his curtains being pulled back and a person climb on his bed, pulling the curtains shut again, whispering a silencing charm. Harry brought his arms up and wrapped them around his visitor’s neck, pulling themselves together for a kiss.

“Why are you here, Draco?” Harry asked after they parted.

“I think it’s quite obvious, luv.” Draco replied back with a small smile/smirk.

“Ah. Yes, of course.” Harry smiled and brought him down for another kiss, running his tongue along Draco’s lips, which the blond eagerly opened to. They each took random turns exploring the other’s mouth before the kiss intensified.

Draco took this time to press against Harry, making himself flush with the boy for a moment before pulling slightly away to run his hand under Harry’s shirt, pushing it up some before it just disappeared. Draco’s fingers ran against Harry’s chest before lightly clawing his nipples.

Harry broke from the kiss to let out a gasp. Draco took this opportunity to trail kisses and nips (both soft and hard) down the exposed neck and chest. He ground his erection into Harry’s growing one for added effect.

Harry tilted his head back slightly and let out a soft moan. Draco licked at one of the nipples, circling it with his tongue, and nipping at it. The fingers of one hand were teasing the other nipple. His other hand was slowly making its way down.

Harry let out a slightly louder moan, only to be followed by another one at the feeling of Draco’s slender fingers curl around his erection at the base. Harry’s eyes fell closed as Draco slid his hand to the tip, only to be brought down again. Harry felt Draco’s mouth at his neck again and felt Draco’s slow rhythm pick up. Harry let out another moan. “God, Draco. Harder, faster…” Harry gave out his command, his want, and his need. Yes, he needed more of this, oh so much more. God, this wasn’tugh…ugh… “Draco…” Harry let out.

***

Opening his eyes suddenly, Harry found himself panting. It was… a dream. Harry felt the effects of the dream without having to glance down. He groaned and rolled over. “Shit.” He let out, wondering how his crush on Draco from last year could turn into this just now.

He attempted to forget about it and try to go back to sleep, but it proved useless. His body was too far into arousal to be smothered out that quickly. He let out a small noise before deciding to just get rid of it the natural way. He rolled back onto his back and divested himself of his boxers before wrapping a hand around himself.

Immediately he remembered the dream, and couldn’t help but go with that fantasy. What could he say? Draco was hot. True, there was that whole fighting thing, but that doesn’t really matter for times like this.

***

The next morning, Harry thought about the dream he had. Obviously his feelings for the blond have intensified somewhat. The crush he had on Draco last year came from a curiosity and a want to know the real Draco. He had a feeling Draco didn’t really despise him as much as was thought. It also had to do with changes in himself, in his own personality. Often he wondered what would happen if he was sorted into Slytherin. What would he be like? Who would his friends be? At times he wondered what would happen if he chose Draco those almost 6 years ago.

Not like it would matter now. The only thing Harry could do right now is live here and now. And that’s just what he’d do.