Soar on Delicate Wings

**Please do not comment on how I write. It's simple. If you don't like it, you don't have to read it. If there are mistakes however, you are more than welcome to point those out. This is Harry/Draco and will get dirty at some point, so please be patient.**

CHAPTER ONE: DISCOVERING HISTORY


The first thing Harry woke to was quiet whispers surrounding him. Green eyes opened recognizing the ceiling of the healing ward. It was even the same bed he usually had. The next thing he noticed was the fact that despite not having his glasses on his vision was clear.


“I had certainly hoped you could survive the summer without ending up here, Mr. Potter,” Madam Pomfrey said, hovering in his line of vision.


Harry groaned and sat up a little so that he could see the entire staff, knowing full well that Pomfrey wouldn’t let him get up just yet. To confirm his sight he picked up his glasses peering through them noticing the blurriness before setting them down.
“What happened?” Harry asked.


“We were hoping you could tell us that, Mr. Potter,” McGonagall said.


“First it felt like something crawled up my back and stopped near my shoulder blades, then pain spread through my body until I passed out,” Harry said.


“Crawled up your back? Lean forward and let me have a look,” Pomfrey said.


Harry did as she instructed and felt her pull up his shirt to look at his back. The entire room gasped and Harry was worried. He leaned back to look at them all and seeing their grim faces became even more worried.


“All right, what is it? Am I dying?” Harry asked, trying to make a joke.


“No Mr. Potter, in fact far from it. You are now part of the Fae line, the thing you felt on your back is a pair of wings that will come when you call,” McGonagall said.


“This is wrong why?” Harry asked.


“Only one pureblood Fae is supposed to be born every 50 years. Mr. Malfoy here, is supposed to be the one for the next 30 years. Yet here you are, the anomaly,” Snape retorted.


“So what can I expect being a Fae?” Harry asked, looking at Draco.


“Well it will be easier for you to become an animagus, and the form will be deadly, uncontrollable like my dragon at first. The smaller your form it means you’ll be the submissive in the relationship. You’ll be colder in the winter until you find your mate. As McGonagall said your wings can come as you will them, they will be strong enough to carry you. Magic will be stronger so you should practice before using a spell on someone. Healing abilities are strengthened so you’ll never have to worry about small cuts and bruises. Once you find your mate and bond will them you’ll live until you or the other dies, which is why Fae only have one pureblood newborn every 50 years. They live long enough to find their mate and then most continue to live on after that,” Draco said.


“What I don’t understand is why I became Fae in the first place. Surely it’s not a hereditary trait, or my father would have been Fae,” Harry said.


“The Potters had Fae blood in them, but it’s been almost 200 years since the last one was powerful enough to become Fae when one becomes of age. It’s been other bloodlines these last few years,” Draco explained.


“But you’re already a Fae, why do these things always happen to me?” Harry sighed frustrated.


“I suppose we’ll have to talk to the Fae council. They should know better than anyone. In the meantime I have some books you can look thru. If you have any questions after that you can ask me. You know where my office is,” Draco said, smiling.


Harry looked at Pomfrey. “Is it safe for me to leave or should I stay overnight?” The boy knew there would be no leaving without approval from the over protective Healer.


Silently she took a moment to thing before waving him away. "But if anything seems wrong, return here immediately.”


Nodding his understanding, he got up from the bed, straightened his clothes and pulled his robe on.


“I think I’ll go to the family vault and see if there’s any information there. Who knows, there may even be some books you don’t have, Malfoy,” Harry said, picking up his glasses from the bed. Putting them in his pocket he knew that even though he no longer needed them, he couldn’t just throw them out. With that he left the room, only side tracking by his room to grab his cloak. Only after leaving Hogwarts and stepping off of the grounds did he Apparate to Diagon Alley.


Making his way through the crowded pre-school filled street he finally reached Gringotts. Remembering that the goblins had been sore at him for quite sometime after losing their dragon, he had made up for it, by paying for a replacement one. Walking through the goblin filled front hall he reached the head goblin’s desk. The old goblin looked over the desk, only his eyes showed that he was still displeased.


“I need access to the Potter family vault.” Only a short while ago did he discover that there were three vaults, one with his parent’s money, one with his ancestor’s, which he used for charities and another holding family heirlooms. It was there that he found a painting of his parents, apparently done after he was born. That painting now hung in his room at Hogwarts, along with one of Sirius and Remus that he had found in one of the Black vaults.


While lost in his thought another goblin had come to take him down to the mines. Following the goblin, they began the long trek into the deepest part of the mines, where the pureblood's vaults where located, for protection and because they were so old. After several long moments they were outside the vault. Getting out of the cart, he waited for the goblin to open the door. Inside treasures, paintings, tons of scrolls and a few books waited. Moving inside the vault Harry began looking through the scrolls, merely scanning them for important things. At about the fifth scroll something caught his attention; it described a Potter Manor, that hadn’t been lived in since his great-grandparents. Pointing to it, he showed it the goblin.


“Do you think it’s still there?” Harry asked.


“All property inquiries should be addressed to the correct Ministry department,” the goblin said, disinterested.


Harry nodded, rolling up the scroll and setting it aside to take it with him. If Hermione couldn’t figure it out she would know who to talk to about it. Quickly scanning the other he found nothing about what he currently searched for. The books also held no information except a family history. Taking those with him he exited the vault, making his way back to the street. From the Leaky Cauldron he Flooed his way to the Ministry. Nodding to the guard who had seen him plenty of times when he came to take his teacher test, and to see Ron and Hermione who both worked in different sectors. He began the trip to the research department where Hermione was currently stationed he opened the door to the large library they had. As usual, there was his brilliant friend surrounded by books too engrossed that she didn’t notice when he sat down across from her.


“Anything good?” Harry teased.


Hermione jumped, startled out of her reading by her friend’s voice. Looking up she saw Harry grinning madly, pleased that he had startled her.


“Harry!” She meant for it to be chiding, but her came out with a small laugh. “So what are you doing here? And on your birthday?”


“Well I need help. So my first thought was of you, my smart friend,” Harry said, pulling out the scroll he had found on the Potter Manor. Watching as she looked it over, he could see that she was thoroughly interested.


“What do I get out of it?” Hermione asked, a devious grin on her face.


“Well I suppose there will books in the place…” Harry trailed off, playing her game.


“Why do you suppose that?”


“Since the only books in the vault were family history I figured there would some in the house,” Harry said, leaning back in the chair.


“So are you saying I’d be able to keep them?” Hermione asked.


“No, but I could have copies made. One set for you, the other for the Ministry.”


A silence fell around them, as they stared at one another. Finally Hermione sighed and got up from her chair, moving into the rows of shelves. After a few minutes she came back a huge book floating in front of her. Setting it down on another table the book began to flip through the pages on it's own. When it finally stopped Harry got up to look at it. Hermione’s finger helped her scan the pages until she found “Potter”.


“Apparently there are three manors, two small vacation cottages and a house in Godric’s Hollow, which would be where your…” She couldn’t bring herself to finish that sentence.


“It’s all right. What the heck am I going to do with all those buildings? Plus what Sirius had. Kreacher can’t possibly keep them all clean. Not that I’d ask him too,” Harry said quickly.


“You could always make them into something else. Like an orphanage or a hospital,” Hermione suggested.


“Maybe one could be a library. One that carries both Muggle and Magical books?” Harry suggested, raising an eyebrow at Hermione.


Hermione couldn’t help it, she grabbed Harry in a fierce hug until a fake cough interrupted him. Ron was standing in the doorway watching his girlfriend attached to his best friend. They both laughed and Hermione released Harry.


“So what are you two doing anyway?” Ron asked, joining them.


“Finding out I have too many family estates. Look up Black for me too, will ya?” Harry asked.


Once again the book flipped through the pages until it reached the correct page. Scanning the page she quickly found the information she wanted.


“Five manors, four cottages and the place we all know about. One manor is Bellatrix’s as is a cottage and Regulus has a cottage,” Hermione stated.


“I don’t ever want to go to Bellatrix’s places, but Kreacher might like to see Regulus’,” Harry looked at his two friends. “Who wants to go with me? I don’t trust any place that belongs to the Blacks after seeing the house Sirius grew up in.”


“I’d love to go!” Hermione exclaimed, excited at the thought of all those books.


“I’m busy the next couple of days. Auror stuff, but I’d like to go to a couple at least,” Ron said, scratching his head.


“You free tomorrow, Mione?” Harry asked.


“For books that could have been long lost, yes,” Hermione said, dreamily.


“And yet she’s often too busy to get something to eat,” Ron said, rolling his eyes.


“All right, then. Outside of Hogwarts, eight o’clock?” Harry asked.


All he got was a nod in response.