In Your Eyes

Draco was sitting in his typical spot by the lake, Severus knew how much the blond hated being in the dorms and often let him sneak out after hours. He spent most of that time by the lake thinking, or just being alone. He often hated the situation that he was caught in, now more than ever, how could he ever be expected to kill Dumbledore? It was impossible! Not that he even wanted to, despite his heritage the young Malfoy didn't want to be dark, nor a killer. Even back at Hogwarts he didn't feel any safer, in fact trapped in a room with many of the dark lords most loyal followers spawn made him feel even less safe than being in his own house. He was watching the surface of the lake that in the dark looked like black glass when this...creature swooped out of nowhere and landed in the shallows. Huge blue-black wings folded themselves neatly against the figures bare back. Draco couldn't help but gasp in awe, no creature he knew of had wings like that. The figure turned looking for the source of said gasp and he cursed at himself stumbling to stand in case it was less than friendly.

Vibrant green eyes locked with his gray ones and after staring into those eyes for a moment Draco realized how he must look. Blond hair mussed from laying on the ground and tear stained cheeks, not quite the best first impression. However the person standing in the lake didn’t seem to mind in fact he gave the most beautiful smile when Draco wiped furiously at his eyes. The figure moved closer opening one wing a bit and plucking a feather, holding it glowed a brief light blue color then transfigured into a handkerchief, with a dark feather pattern. He held it out with a soft smile; Draco couldn’t but blush accepting the handkerchief.  

“T…Thank you.” He stuttered blushing harder in embarrassment since when did Draco Malfoy stutter?! The stranger only grinned,

“No problem. Never was very good at transfiguration.” He replied in a silky voice like melted chocolate. Draco blushed again, Merlin what was wrong with him tonight?

“Who are you?” He asked looking at those green eyes, almost familiar green eyes.

“Eridsn Neriu, you can just call me Eri.” He replied with an amused smile.

“Draco Malfoy.” He said holding out a hand, they shook and Draco noted the rough calluses on his companion’s hands. Green eyes sparkled as they swept over his face, looking at him with open curiosity.

“What are you doing out her Draco?” he asked curiously, causing the blond to blush awkwardly, not that he really minded the informality but his name had never sounded so sensual. He could almost forget his one-sided devotion next to this person, but there was something familiar bugging him.

“Thinking, enjoying the night, and avoiding my house mates,” he replied softly, honestly. Eri looked up sharply catching the other boy’s eyes and holding them,

“Do they hurt you?” he demanded, surprising Draco with his fierce attitude.

“Not physically, yet.” He replied looking down ashamed, “It’s hard to explain.” He continued, jumping slightly when cold fingers touched his chin making him look back up. He stared in those green eyes, Merlin he must have a weakness for green eyes or something. The other boy watched him then smiled sadly,

“Sorry, I never knew.” He whispered then looked over at the school, “Someone’s coming out. Severus I think, I need to go.” He said looking startled and worried stepping away from the blond. Draco wanted to ask what the he meant saying sorry; had they met before? Surely he would have remembered such a unique person.

“Do me a favor? Don’t tell him you saw me?” he said with a grin extending dark wings Draco saw the white feathers for the first time inhaling sharply at the beauty.  He nodded dumbly as those wings nimbly flexed and with a short run he took off, waving back with a smile. Flying high out of sight, as Severus did indeed come into view,

“Draco…” but the blond was staring off into the distance not really listening.

Harry sat back relived, what the hell had possessed him to talk with the young Malfoy?! His soul had just been so openly honest that it was almost frightening. Never had he encountered such an open honesty in someone's soul, especially someone as closed and distrustful as Draco. His turbulent thoughts came to a screeching halt, why was he calling the young Malfoy by his name? He shook his head leaning against the swaying branches of the Whomping Willow, he had apologized to it for the damage the previous year. One of his favorite things about being an Ellexi was the discovery that he could feel and speak with all souls, every living thing had a soul some more lively than others.

{I still dislike you for driving a tree into me...} the tree whispered, making him grin.

"I can't say that I like you much for attacking my friends either Tayne." he remarked using the tree's true name teasing her.

{Self-defense.} she replied huffily cradling him gently, despite their banter their was a deeper connection between any Ellexi and the living world something that bound them together, that and Tayne was truly a friendly tree.

"Do me a favor? Wake me up if anyone comes by." he said with a soft grin as she grumbled rearranging her branches so it was harder to see him.

{I am not an alarm spell.} she said fondly as he drifted off into dream mixed with a memory.

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Harry James Potter sat on his bed in the small bedroom of Privet Drive staring at his owl with an intense glare. Hedwig stared back, looking as annoyed as an owl could.
"There is no way I just heard you talk right? I mean that's just...not possible." he muttered staring at the owl, sure some odd thins had been happening since summer started but hearing his owl talking wasn't odd it was insane!

"Boy! Get down here!" Shouted his uncle loud obnoxious voice echoing up the stairs. Harry looked at his door frowning,

"Great first I'm hallucinating, then hearing things and now he wants something, today is really starting to suck." he muttered angrily getting up and crossing the small room. As he was closing the door he heard a hooting voice,

{Talking to yourself is the first sign of madness, dear.} he froze momentarily the shut the door with a sharp snap.

"Did not hear that. Nope, didn't hear it." he muttered going down the stairs slowly not looking forward to whatever his uncle wanted. They were sitting around the table in the kitchen, Vernon glowering over his family.

"Boy! I have several important company members coming over tonight and you are to remain in your room and silent for the entire night understand?" he demanded imperiously. Harry glared at him angrily but nodded nonetheless. Then something exceptionally...strange happened there was a shadowy figure forming in the corner of his eye it vaguely resembled his uncle. He blinked and tried to look right at it but the minute his eyes left his uncles it disappeared.

[Disgusting freak boy isn't even worth my time...] a voice said, it sounded almost like his uncle but much darker and crueler, it was frightening.

"Get back to your room boy." Harry couldn't move fast enough trying to get away from that terrible voice, sparing his aunt a quick frightened glance.

'What the hell is going on?' he thought leaning against his door and staring out at the sunny summers day outside his window, 'What in Merlin's name is going on.' he thought looking around wildly, spotting a figure on his bed, with red hair and familiar green eyes.

"Now I know I'm hallucinating..." he whispered aloud staring in stunned horror.

AN: Oh look...A quick update! Somewhat short with an awful cliff hanger... but I've given you a small taste of Harry's summer as many have requested. THERE IS A POINT TO HARRY'S SECOND NAME DON'T EAT ME FOR RE-NAMING CHARACTERS...T.T

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