Black, Red, and Blue

Title: Black, Red, and Blue (formerly Changes of Life, a major rewrite)
Overall Rating: NC17
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Disclaimer: I don’t own them, and so forth, or things would have been different ^_^ erm, yeah. The plot is mine, though, along with… well, you’ll see in the future and I will change the disclaimer accordingly. (Please note: original one time use characters will not be listed here)

A/N: Warning: drug usage. I don’t use drugs, but it works with my little twist on the characters (you will find out more later). Also, past few days, I haven’t kept up with my at least one hour a day thing, so I’m sitting here now with my drink and snacks for a few hours, trying to make up for it.

To my reviewers (love you guys [because I love reviews!!! ^_^]):
~~~Kumori: thanks much for the review, I appreciate it a lot ^_^
~~~Lilywood: Thanks much for the compliment. What’s confusing to you? You can email me with any questions, I’ll be happy to answer them to the best I can. Also, it is stated in the first chapter, that Harry found early into the summer that little spells weren’t what could get him in trouble. So ‘alohomora’ and, I guess ‘lumos’ too (don’t know about that one, stupid movie people, lol) would be considered okay. Just the light spells, nothing too heavy.
~~~Danie-dell: Shifting perspective? How so? Email me if you have any questions, or whatever, I’d love talking to any of my readers, especially if it helps to clear things up. Thank you much on your review and compliment

Hm, trying to think if there’s anything else I’m missing in here… but I guess this is it. Thank you again, and enjoy!

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Harry opened his eyes to see the blackness of his room. How had he gotten up here? He felt a need to go back to Draco… but he was sort of glad he was here. Obviously there were things he needed to think about.

Soon his eyes adjusted to the darkness and he could see. This time was different though. Instead of only seeing shapes, he could clearly see the details and colors of everything in his room. He didn’t have a lamp in his room, but it was like someone flicked on a soft light. It wasn’t as bright as what a normal lamp would give out.

Harry started to wonder if this was another vision or dream, but the same little voice who told him not to mourn for Sirius was the same that told him this was reality. He stood from his bed and turned around, shocked to see a man standing there. He went for his wand as he spoke in alarm, “Who are you?”

His wand wasn’t there. He glanced around his room, not seeing his wand anywhere, before looking back to the man.

The man had waist-length black hair which lay smooth and straight, and pale skin. Light blue eyes that glinted red, and a smooth complexion. He wore a black cloak with old fashioned clothes underneath. Between his slender fingers, he twirled Harry’s wand.

Harry’s eyes landed on his wand before drifting his gaze back to the man’s face. “Who are you and what do you want?” Harry spoke quietly. For some reason, at this moment, he didn’t care what the man was going to do. If tonight was his last night living, it would be okay.

The smallest smile graced the man’s face as he stopped twirling the wand. A silky smooth voice broke the silence that had fallen. “My name is Adrian.” He looked Harry in the eyes before continuing to talk. “You know me, but you do not remember.” He held Harry’s wand out to him, handle first.

Eyeing the man wearily, he stepped forward and took his wand back. “Why are you here?” Harry spoke again, still quietly. He could be from the order, but that little voice (which seemed to be getting stronger now) hushed that thought quickly.

“I’m here to help. I am sure you are confused about things other than me being here. Visions, the false light. I know what you’re going through. I am here to help you through it.” Adrian’s silky voice spoke again.

“The false light… you know what that is?” Harry asked.

Adrian gave a nod. “Your eyes have changed. You don’t even have your glasses on.”

Harry’s hand flew up to his face to feel for the glasses. Adrian was right. The glasses were not on his face. “How?”

“You are coming into your inheritance. There is something about Lily and James that I am sure no one’s told you. To my knowledge only a few people actually know. You may want to be sitting for this.”

Harry nodded and sat on his bed quickly, wanting to hear of his parents. “Okay…”

“James was given to his parents just after he was born. If you look back, you will see that when he was born, his parents were too old to actually have a new baby. I do not say he was adopted, because there was no paperwork done. His parents wanted a child, but they always ran into problems. In their life, they had three miscarriages. There was nothing magic could do to help. All too soon for them, their time ran out.

“Soon after hearing of this news, a woman came to them. She made a blood pact with them and became the biological mother to James. Her magic kept James alive and let his birth go without flaw. After his birth, she told the couple about things they should know when he grew. They knew before the pact what she was. They had expected something of the sort. She smiled at them, and then left their house, saying she won’t return. No one really knows why she went to their house, or why she did at that time.

“James was born dead. His mother was a vampire. Yes, that makes you one too. He didn’t need to feed until he was sixteen. His body didn’t stop aging before he was killed. It was determined to be on his 30th birthday.” Adrian paused so Harry could have some time absorbing all he told him. He looked at Harry and with a flick of his hand, the bars from the window disappeared. He walked to the window and opened it. “You don’t mind, do you?” Adrian asked Harry, taking out a pack of cigarettes.

Harry looked at him absently and just waved his hand, letting Adrian do as he pleased. He was still too into everything the mysterious man was telling him.

Adrian lighted it up before looking out along the night sky; now clear from the rain clouds that had passed.

After a minute, Adrian continued. “The Evans’ had a second daughter, Petunia being the first. They named her Elizabeth. Unfortunately, she was seriously ill from birth. The doctors couldn’t find out what it was, and she died when she was 5 years old. One week after, a little girl, only a few weeks older than Elizabeth, knocked on their door. She said she was alone, and didn’t know where else to turn. The Evans’ spent the day with her and immediately fell in love with her.

“She was abandoned as a baby and put into a foster home. She didn’t have a name, so they named her Kara. But soon they found out she was making things happen without meaning to, so they switched her around every month or so to different homes. One night when she was four, she had a nightmare. The next morning, one of the women in her new, but temporary, foster home turned up dead. Clues led to it that Kara did it. She was kicked out, and wandered the streets for a year. Picking up food whenever she could, and sometimes when she was so desperate for food, she attacked people in order to get it. I don’t think it was entirely her fault. She had instincts, and a basic need for survival. Even at her age.

“She had been watching the Evans family for four months, wanting what they had. She felt no need to hurt them. She wanted the love she felt radiating off them. Cooling her anger at the world she was forced to live in. When she saw the youngest did not return from where they went, she knew something was wrong. When she saw the girl did not return that week after, that was when she decided to meet them. During the day she spent with them, she told the two adults her story. Petunia had been in her room with her friend when Kara had come to them.

“Kara was unofficially adopted into their home, and renamed Lily. When she started accidental magic again, her parents were happy. Both of them were ‘fictional’ fans. They loved everything that had to do with anything ‘fictional’ to their terms, being muggle and all. When they found out what she really was, they still didn’t mind. She wouldn’t hurt the family, and they understood, so they had no problems with it. Petunia only ever knew she was a witch.

“But she, too, was more than a witch. She was a demon.” Adrian heard the intake of breath from Harry before he continued. “I hope you understand. There are different kinds of demons, just as there are different kinds of vampires.”

Adrian turned to face Harry again, having finished his cigarette. “You are both. And while you are only part of each, you will have full powers from both. You will become very powerful, but fortunately it won’t be all at once. I’ll give you some time to let all this sink in, but it can’t be too long. I’ll have to help you with your physical changes too, and I still need to tell you some things about what happened and what will happen during these changes.”

“How do you know so much?” Harry breathed out, looking at Adrian wide eyed.

“I spoke with your parents before they died. They knew me.” Adrian said simply before looking outside again.

It was a few long minutes later that Harry spoke again. “What else do you have to tell me?”

Adrian turned to look at him again. “You passed out on the stairs. Do you remember that?”

Harry thought about where he was before the visions started. “Yeah. That’s where I was before the visions started.”

“That was the beginning stage of the changes. Your body went into shock and started convulsing. Your aunt found you at the bottom of the stairs and dragged you up here. Before you ask, I got here because I move through the shadows. That’s not the point right now though. Soon after you were dragged and locked in here, your body died. This happened because you were not born dead like James was. It may have something to do with the mix of blood that caused you to die now rather than then.

“You will have a mate. All vampires do, and they can choose to live with them or not, though the desire for them will be great. You may know who the person is now, or you may not. If you don’t know now, you will know soon. Within the first week. Now, the eyes were the first to change, but everything else comes at random. I am sure another change has happened while I was talking. Do you know what it could be?”

Harry concentrated for anything that was different and found an answer quickly. “My hearing. I can hear the grass moving from the wind. But your voice isn’t any louder…” He quickly went back to thinking about what Adrian said about a mate.

Adrian showed a small smile again. “The mind knows the difference. Your hearing is increased, but you won’t be deafened by anything normal, like talking. Even screaming. It’s a protection trait.”

“A mate?” Harry let out in a quiet voice. “How will I know?”

Adrian eyed Harry before answering. “Usually by dreams, urges, thoughts. There’s a number of ways.”

“And it’s a strong desire…” Harry spoke again. “Fuck.”

“Am I safe in assuming you know who your mate is already?”

“Yeah…” Harry didn’t have to second guess it. There was a strong feeling of truth to the thought that Draco was his mate. “Fuck!” He whispered harshly again, letting his head fall into his hands.

“Is it that bad?” Adrian asked, stepping away from the window to sit on Harry’s bed.

“Well…” Harry sighed before continuing. “I’ve had feelings for him for a while. I don’t know why; he goes and pisses me off, but they’re still there, and I didn’t even realize what it was until last year! I was always just drawn to him, but he would make me so mad. I guess I’m over that now, what with how the summer’s been.” Harry stopped talking for a moment. He didn’t want to get into this summer, so he continued talking about Draco. “We’re not exactly friendly, and I don’t even know what side he’s on. If he wants me dead or not. How can my enemy be my mate?”

“It’s not possible. So he can’t be your enemy.” Adrian answered. “You said you had feelings for him for a while now. So you may be what breaks the tension between you too. If you choose to do so, you will get to act on your feelings. If he asks…” Adrian paused to smirk a little. “You’d have a valid reason, if none other comes up.”

“What? Oh, yeah… the mate thing…” Harry sighed again and shook his head. “It’s just… kind of hard to get used to.”

Adrian just nodded before speaking again. “It’s 11:21. The third and final change is about to take place. It will be physical, painful, and may be even more shocking than the rest has been. Would you like a potent pain potion ahead of time?”

Harry looked at him, thoughts of Draco gone for the moment, as nervousness settled in the pit of his stomach. “Yes, if you say so.”

Nodding, Adrian reached inside his robe to take out a vial with a deep purple liquid in it. “Take it. Now.”

Not wasting any time, Harry uncorked the vial and drank all the contents. He realized it tasted like peppermint chocolate before he suddenly got a migraine and his whole body tingled with little pinpricks. He groaned and lay back on the bed, closing his eyes. He barely noticed Adrian moving his legs on the bed and rolling him to his stomach.

“Sleep, Harry. I‘ll be here when you wake.”

The whispered voice was the last thing he heard before letting the wave of sleepiness take him away.

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Draco shivered as the coldness around him seeped into his skin. He opened his eyes and stood up, not bothering for a drying charm on his damp clothes. He made his way back to the manor, still lost in thought about everything that had happened so far.

His dad was put in Azkaban. That he could deal with, it made little to no difference as far as life at home went. But appearances had to be kept, so he had to keep up the ‘father adoring’ son act. It was his mother he felt the closest to. She was there when he had nightmares when he was little. She was also there a lot around his 6th year. Afterwards, she seemed a little worried, but that stopped soon. He remembered the conversation she had with him when he turned 7.

Shaking his head at the memory, he pushed the thought to the back of his mind and entered the manor.

The manor had always felt too big, at least when you were on the first floor. High ceilings and big rooms. Perfect for holding parties, and his mother always held wonderful parties. He knew her heart wasn’t into it, and as he grew, he wondered exactly where her heart was at that time.

As if reading his mind, Narcissa entered the hall Draco was walking through, and walked up to him, her heals clicking on the marble tile floor. “Draco, hunny, we should talk.” She put an arm around her teenaged son and led him to their den.

The room was smaller than the extensive rooms in the rest of the house. It was supposed to be a small office, but Draco and Narcissa changed it in the beginning of the summer. They took out everything before adding a carpet, couch, and pillows. Next to the couch was a small end table for any drinks they may have had with them. It was the room they both felt most comfortable in.

Draco let himself be seated by his mother, and stayed silent, waiting for her to talk.

Narcissa sat down next to him. “I know you have my blood in you. My veela blood. We’ve talked about this, I know. But if you remember, I never told you why I had veela blood in me. When I was 10, I found out that my mother was the mate to a veela. They never married, as they both had lifestyles to live up to. She never told either man about who I actually came from. She believed it was better that way. See, my family had a certain sense of propriety.”

A house elf popped in just then and handed Narcissa a joint. She took it and waved the house elf away before lighting it. She took a drag from it and closed her eyes momentarily before opening them and continuing to talk. “I figured you were old enough now to know. Lucius is not my mate, though you are our son. Each day, the pull to my true mate gets stronger, and it’s harder to go on.” She looked her son straight into his eyes. “I don’t want to end up like my mother. I don’t want to die early. I know I surely will if I go on like this. Draco, hunny, I have a year at most. I think it’s good that Lucius is in Azkaban. I can go to my mate, if in private. Hopefully he will still have me. He already understood this-” she indicated to the joint “long before Lucius did. He understood veelas, and other dark creatures. He knew there were different effects to drugs, and that we basically need them. Although, you tend to need them the longer you wait, away from the one you’re supposed to be with.”

“Mum.” Draco spoke, interrupting her. “You’re rambling.”

Narcissa nodded before taking another drag. “I don’t want you to end up like my mother. Like me. Please, try talking to him. You don’t have to go through this.”

“I don’t want to hurt him…” Draco replied quietly.

“I felt the same way for my mate. In fact, I was also afraid of hurting myself. But that’s not the point right now. I’m going to start going to my mate in secret. I may have already cause permanent damage to myself already. I don’t want to die, not yet, I can’t leave you yet. Not until you know.”

“Know what? And I don‘t want you dying even after I know!”

“I know, hunny. Until you know what else you are. I can’t say too much more. Just… I ask that you think about that conversation I had with you when you turned 7.”

“… I’ve already had thoughts about that.” Draco murmured out.

Narcissa looked a little shocked. “Really? Well, try looking more into it. I’ll talk to you later. Remember all I’ve said.” She kissed him on the top of his blond head and left the room.

Draco sighed and put his head in his hands. “Damn!”

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