Black, Red, and Blue

Title: Black, Red, and Blue (formerly Changes of Life, a major rewrite)
Chapter: 3
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 Adrian. (Please note: original one time use characters will not be listed here)

A/N: PLEASE NOTE: I am an American. I have just recently looked up stuff at a wonderful site with British terms and what it translates to in American English. O_O Let me just say now: I am so sorry if I offend anyone (though I’m sure you may have guess I had no clue about what I was saying, lol). For example, I used the word ‘pants’ O_O er, what I had meant was trousers. Just to clear up any confusion for anyone out there, yeah! (though I’m sure that may be amusing then)

Main point: I just didn’t want to go back and change everything, so this is Americanized… you have been warned, lol (I try to keep at least ‘mom’ to ‘mum’ though, but I think that’s about it, as I’m still unclear on some of the other words)


Oh yeah, and sorry on the loooooong wait for this next chapter. Life is getting to me again.

And, as always, thanks to my reviewers and readers, especially those that are sticking with me here.

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Draco spent a few more minutes in the den before getting up and going to his room. He took a quick shower and put on the soft cotton pajamas he only wore when he was home.

Only when he lay in his bed did he start to really think about everything. So his mother was going to start seeing her mate in private. Whoever he is. She could *die* within the next year if she didn’t, so of course he would accept it. He knew she was unhappy with his father. What did she mean she may have caused permanent damage already? Was it physical? Emotional? And now she wanted Draco to talk to his mate. So that he would be protected from the same thing she was going through. If it was him in her position, he knew Harry wouldn’t let him in after so long. So he had to start early. It made sense.

“Damnit, Harry, why did it have to be you?” Draco whispered into the darkness. He rolled over, feeling his stomach tighten just at the thought of talking to Harry about it. “Fuck.” How was he supposed to do it? Walk right up to Harry and tell him the truth? Just blurt it all out? Yeah, that’ll go over well. He could see it now. Harry would glare at him and ask him what his problem was, but that would only be the beginning. He’d be lucky to get out of that without a scratch.

How did Blaise and Seamus do it? Maybe they could help him. The only Gryffindor/Slytherin couple in the school. The Slytherins were the only ones who knew about it, and both didn’t really mind. Blaise was good at defensive and offensive spells. Seamus sort of knew Harry. He was, after all, in that club thing Harry had.

If Draco went to them for help with how to talk to Harry, Blaise would only be so glad that Draco would finally try telling Harry. Blaise wanted Draco to do so since he found out, sometime around their fourth year, and gave him lectures every time it got out of hand, knowing that Draco was hurting himself when it happened.

Setting those thoughts as finished until he got to the school, he went to the next subject. About how his mother wanted him to think about *that* conversation now.

Sighing in frustration at not being able to go to sleep, Draco threw the covers off himself and stood. He walked to his window, grabbing a pack of cigarettes and a lighter from his nightstand on the way. Lighting up, he looked out the window at the darkened grounds, letting his memory overtake him.

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The date was June 5, 1987. It was Draco’s seventh birthday, and it was night when his mother entered his room to conjure up a chair, pulling her son into her lap.

“There’s something I have to talk to you about,” Narcissa had started. “I have been worried this past year, because something should have happened. But it didn’t. I’m not saying it’s a bad thing, but I have to tell you about it. There are certain magical people who are reborn when they die. Their spirit lives on forever, even if they go insane in one of their previous lives, when they die, it‘s as if their spirit is mended. When they come to a certain age in their new life, they get all their memories over a period of a month.

“When you get older, and if you need to, feel free to read about some history. There is a book in the library, where you can find no where else now. It‘s been kept to a few families. It’s hidden behind the third bookcase in the back, between the 27th and 28th book on the 5th shelf. Is it okay, hunny, for me to put a spell on you? It will make you remember the exact details of this conversation for when the time is right.”

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Draco’s eyes widened as realization hit him. This was when it was ready. He had to know now. He had to know the history of the Tripudiaetas. He had a feeling there were just certain ones he had to know about, though. And he would find them.

He finished the little bit left of his cigarette quickly before throwing on a robe and leaving his room to the library. He called a house elf to him on his way, and she had to jog to keep up with his stride. After taking note of the coffee and where he’d be, the house elf left.

Draco made it to their well sized library soon after the elf left and headed straight for where his mother told him the book would be. He counted to the 27th book and took both that and the next one out before reaching in. He felt the worn leather binding through a hole in the back of the shelf and the wall before he pulled it out.

He was surprised by how big the book was, but soon figured it would have to be with how much history had to be in it. He was also slightly amazed at it. This thing had to be thousands of years old. The fact that it was still in good shape was amazing in itself. Putting the 27th and 28th books back, he carefully carried the bigger book to a little table in the middle of the library and sat down to get started.

The house elf appeared and put the coffee on the table before leaving again.

Draco took a sip of the coffee, and opened the book to the beginning. He had no clue how he could go through all of this, or exactly what it was he needed to see, but he let his feeling take over. Surely something was going on, and it was the only thing he could think of.

‘The Tripudiaetas are a race. They are very rare and, in a way, immortal. There is no known date as to when the very first lived for the first time, but their spirits are created only once. Their spirits move to a newly created life sometime after they’ve died, so it is possible for the next death to be quick if the mother gets an abortion. This book will go into details of all known Tripudiaetas (hence why there is so few of this book out, and can only be found in certain families, and known to certain people), and is being constantly updated by magic. The earliest recorded year has been translated to the day and age in which you, the reader, are living in. The first part of this book takes place only about 4000 years ago, though the Tripudiaetas have lived very well before then.’

Draco sighed, closing his eyes momentarily. It was going to be a long night.

***

The morning shown bright and Harry found himself waking, the light shining on his face. He growled at it before a blind was pulled down over the window, blocking it from entering the room.

Harry got to his hands and knees and crawled to the side of the bed, throwing his legs off the bed to sit on the edge of it. It took him a while to remember what happened, and to figure out who else was in the room, but soon after he did, he perked right up. “Adrian?”

“Yes, Harry. I’m here.”

Harry looked down at himself, seeing grayish skin. He felt an odd sensation from his back and looked behind him, only to see a dark red, velvety wing. A quietly gasped, and went to feel the wings. They felt like soft leather, and he could feel his hand on his wing. It felt so weird, not used to the extensions from his back. Continuing his discovery, one hand went to his mouth, feeling at his teeth while the other went to his hair. He had fangs, the rest of his teeth were sharper, and his hair now hung to his mid-back, tangles gone with only waves left over.

“If this wasn’t proof enough…” Harry started, letting his hands go in front of his face to examine his claws before looking at Adrian. “I still know all you’ve told me is truth because…”

Adrian nodded his head slightly. “Not because I told you, but because *they* did. It was the same, when Lily found out she was a demon and James on his 16th. Their real parents, whether dead or alive, told them. They woke and just knew. Just like you. It may have something to do with instinct too.”

Harry nodded. “It’s a deep feeling. I know, but it’s still just… getting used to it that will be difficult, I think. I guess I should have asked you this before, but how will I feed? I’m kind of hungry.” Harry shifted in his bed, not sure how it would taste, or even if he would like it. He passed that thought away quickly, though, as he was a vampire, there would be no way he wouldn’t like blood. Suddenly, a mental image of him sinking his fangs into a smooth neck appeared, and he shivered. From being uncomfortable, or excited, he didn’t know.

“Fortunately, as you can tell, you don’t wake up with a sudden, instant urge to feed. Also fortunately, there are wonderful substitutes.” Adrian pulled out a lollipop from his pocket. It was wrapped in a gold wrapper and had the word ‘genuine’ written across it. He handed it to Harry. “Donors had their blood drawn. Each lollipop is a surprise as to which kind you’d get, and it’s magically enhanced to be warm, and give a lot from a little lick. It’s also charmed not to drip. Though, I do recommend getting a live donor every now and then. What would be better is your mate.”

The mental image victim shifted to a male, with platinum blond hair, stormy grey eyes, a smooth, firm chest, and milky skin. Harry shivered again and took the lollipop, taking the wrapper off before sticking the lollipop in his mouth. Immediately, his eyes widened and he swallowed quickly as the lollipop seemed to burst in his mouth. He swallowed it all and took the lollipop out, surprised to see it was still mostly all there. He put it back in his mouth, getting used to the flow of blood into his mouth and down his throat. It was surprisingly good, just as he had figured. Like hot soup, pouring down his throat, and warming him in a comfortable way.

“Today will be mainly for getting you used to your body like this. Your room has properly been warded off, so we should have no interruptions from your aunt.” Adrian spoke while Harry ‘mmm’ed at the lollipop in his mouth.

Harry just nodded his head in reply to Adrian and wondered how Draco’s blood would taste.

“You can keep the lollipop in your mouth, but I want you to stand so you can stretch out your wings. You will get used to the feel of them and how they work.” Adrian spoke as he magically (without a wand, surprisingly) flattened the furniture to the walls.

‘Wings!’ Harry thought, as a picture of him flying with no broom and how wonderful that would feel popped into his head. He smiled somewhat around the stick and stood as Adrian had requested.

Lastly, Adrian flattened the bed to the wall and spoke again. “Just so you know, my magic is untraceable for certain reasons of which you will find out later. Okay. The first thing I’ll have you work on is stretching out your wings, and bringing them back to your body.”

***

An auburn haired man entered his house, setting down his bag just inside the door before slipping his shoes off and closing the door. He quietly walked to the living room and smiled at a man with dark blond hair who was sitting on the couch. “Hi, Nathan,” the auburn haired man spoke.

Nathaniel looked up from a few papers on his lap and smiled back. “Hey Zack. Are you going to stand all day, or what?”

Zachary just gave the blonde a look before shaking his head and sitting on the couch. He put an arm around Nathaniel and gave him a quick kiss before looking down at the papers. “Anything new?”

“No. The boss says everything’s pretty calm lately. It just gets me curious. Almost like it’s too quiet. We had seven assignments in a row, then nothing. I’ve been trying to see if I can find a reason from the previous cases.” Nathaniel flipped through the pages for a bit.

“Hm.” Zachary replied before taking the paper from Nathaniel’s lap. “Well, take a break, okay? Looks like you’ve been working on it all day.”

Nathaniel slowly brought his eyes to look at Zachary, a smirk forming on his face. “Can’t you think of anything else when you come home?”

“What can I say?” Zachary spoke as he put his other arm around Nathaniel, pulling him closer. “You know how boring my day job is. I have to think of something to keep me occupied.” He paused to give Nathaniel a brief kiss on the lips. “Those wonderful silvery green eyes of yours are hard to forget about.”

Nathaniel laughed a bit, running his hand down Zachary’s chest, down to his lap. “So my eyes turn you on?” Nathaniel joked before speaking again. “I’m sure this is a wonderful thing to have at work.” He gave Zachary a mischievous look as he lightly stroked the fabric covering his boyfriend’s erection.

Zachary’s hazel eyes darkened. “Nathan, love, don’t be a tease.”

“Me? A tease? Never!” Nathaniel replied with mock innocence, leaning a little bit more on the slightly younger man, and stroking a bit harder.

Zachary pushed Nathaniel down so he was lying on the couch before kissing him hard. Nathaniel moaned lightly into the kiss before Zachary worked his lips down to the blonde’s neck. “You know I tease for your reaction.” Nathaniel spoke before gasping as Zachary nipped at his neck.

“Yeah, I know… love you, Nathan.” Zachary spoke, taking a break from kissing.

“Love you too, Zack.” Nathaniel spoke softly, bringing a hand up to run through Zachary’s long hair. “Now, enough talk.”

“Now who’s the sex addict?” Zachary said, smirking.

Nathaniel growled a bit before fisting the hair in his hand and bringing that tantalizing mouth to his own.

***

Draco’s eyes opened slowly. It took him a minute to register in his mind where he was. He was still in the library, a mug sitting on the table, half filled with cold coffee which used to be hot. He rubbed at his face a little bit, slightly embarrassed to have fallen asleep on the book, but when he looked down at what page it was, his dream came back to him. On the top of the page, in big bold lettering were the names ‘Nathaniel and Zachary’.

He jumped up, not bothering to put the book back, or even close it, as he and his mother were the only ones in the manor. He went to his mother’s room, but she couldn‘t be found. He checked the time to find it was almost noon, so went downstairs to the kitchen to find his mother there. Since the summer began, his mother started making a bit of her own food, if just for something to do.

“Mum, I did what you told me. And you’re right, it is time, I guess. I started reading, and had a dream.” Draco spoke up. He knew he could tell his mother about it. He told her almost everything else, leaving out certain things she didn’t need to know, of course.

His mother stopped what she was doing and turned around to face her son. “So it was time. I figured it was…”

“Why?” Draco asked.

“You’ll find out. Anyway, tell me about it. What did you learn?” Narcissa asked of him.

“For some reason, I was drawn to a certain page. It had two names on it: ‘Nathaniel and Zachary’. I guess I only read a little bit before I fell asleep, but in the dream I learned… they were lovers, and had a certain kind of job. I don’t know what it is, but they were saying something about assignments and cases. I don‘t know if that‘s true or not, it just… feels true. Not like just a dream.”

Narcissa listened to her son and nodded slightly when he was done. She looked him in the eyes again before speaking. “Listen, hunny. Things are going to change now. I have a feeling something is going to happen in the next year or two. I’ll be here for you as much as I can. Read that book, and keep it in a safe place. You’re allowed to bring it to the school with you, but make sure *no one else* sees it. And *do not* lose it, okay? You may need it. I can’t explain it now, just trust me.”

Draco just nodded before moving to help his mother with lunch, still thinking about what she just told him. Her words rang true; he just wondered what was going to happen. “So… who is your mate?”

Narcissa paused what she was doing again, sort of surprised at the question, but half expecting it from what she told him last night. “Well… you know him, but that’s all I’ll tell you right now. I don’t want you getting you’re hopes up if it doesn’t work out, and I don’t want you going to him for revenge if he doesn’t accept me back…”

“Whoever he is, I don’t think he’d just let you die…” Draco said quietly.

Narcissa nodded, hoping with an anxious heart that her son was right.