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Ch.6
A/N: I still haven\'t gotten anymore reviews.... But I\'ve got lots of hits so I guess that better than nothing! ^^ The next chapter is going to be long and neat, so be patient and Happy Reading!!
CH.6
~GraY
The afternoon had been long and tiring in Severus’ opinion. The boys had occupied themselves first with a game of wizard’s chess then a game of poker. Diegara had pleaded with him to play as well but Severus refused on grounds that he didn’t like gambling in any form, even if it wasn’t for money. Diegara had just cracked a joke about him being a real stick in Los Vegas. The man had ignored the comment and Harry’s chuckle. He returned to his desk and continued to ignore the boys until Diegara announced that they were going to hit the sack.
“See ya in the morning Sev!” The Changeling chirped with more perkiness than any one person had the right to have at such a late hour as he ducked into their room, a zombi like Harry following him. A little while later and the man followed their example.
A few hours passed and a restless Diegara slipped quietly out of bed and literally tiptoed, mostly out of his dramatic nature, into the main room. He was only clad in a pair of black boxers that Harry had bought him as a Christmas present the year before, as he paced around restlessly for a few minutes, his whole body was wide awake, seeing as he wasn’t use to sleeping through the night. He always met with Harry or went hunting. His Father had taught him the advantage of keeping to the shadows not long after his Abou[1] had been murdered by vengeful vampires. It had been a sad day, the memories of which flittered across his mind as he went to the kitchen to make himself some tea.
Flash Back
It had been a very long time ago, he was about twenty seven human years old and still considered very young by both Changeling and Dragoon communities. His father, the second son of an adviser to the leader of the Airex clan, had decided to take him and Abou, his other father who happened to be his Changeling parent, on a tour of what is now India. They were coming upon the border to China when a swarm of vampires attacked. Diegara had transformed into a hawk and flew a safe distance away at the command of his Father. Unfortunately he turned back just in time to see a faction of the vamps circle his Abou, who had changed into a Basilisk, but despite the cunning and strength of his other father they killed him. Once the Changeling was dead the vampires retreated.
Diegara had found his father at his Abou’s side, in all of the glory that was his dragon form. Shining bone spikes trailing down his back and two from the skull glinted sharply in the moon light. His scales were a dark, midnight blue that looked black in the shadows as he threw his head back in harsh roar laced with rage and dispar. Tears streamed from his glowing violet eyes as he mourned his mate as only dragons could. Anguished cries arose from his throat and made the very ground tremble, the earth itself seemed to join in his song of mourning. At one point Diegara changed into his dragon form, a few sizes smaller and covered in pearly white scales, glinting like stars as he approached his father. The older dragon looked down into his son’s eyes and blinked away the tears. He leaned forward and nuzzled the other comfortingly as he composed himself and a few tears of his own dripped down Diegara’s face.
“He’s gone Diegara. I’m sorry.” He spoke in mind speak. Diegara nodded.
“We’re alone now. Will we be ok, Father?” Diegara asked innocently.
“Yes, son, I think that in time we will be ok.” The older man saw the look of dispar still persistent on the boy’s face, “And he will be watching over us to make sure of just that.”
Diegara smiled a little, “Yeah, and when you have to go you’ll watch over me too!” The older Dragoon nodded sadly.
Unfortunately everything hadn’t been as good as Diegara had hoped. A little over twenty five years later, after he was fully grown, his father died at the age of 876. With his only son now an adult and his life mate dead he fell into deep dispar and quickly succumbed to a Broken Heart, it was the Dragoon’s version of dying of old age. Since they were virtually immortal age meant almost nothing to them. Human wizards out for their resources and vampires, the old Dragoon’s favored and main means of food, were a constant threat in those days[2]. Vampires were constantly staging ambushes, like the one that killed Diegara’s other father, against the strongest Dragoons and their families in hopes of getting rid of them. In the case of Diegara’s family it worked, slowly but eventually killing off the elder Dragoon. Because of his loss and wish to join his lover the man had given into the darkness of death, it was the most honorable way to die, for the love of your mate, however Diegara’s part in this seemed to matter little to his mind. The death of his Father devastated Diegara and it took many years of struggling to rebuild his family before Diegara was even remotely alright again.
End Flash Back
More memories of the lonely years he spent flashed through his mind as he sat on the couch, tea cup held tightly and stared into the light of the candle he had lit and placed on the coffee table in front of him. This was how Severus Snape found him the next morning. Sitting in his boxers alone and sad with a cold cup of tea in his hand. The Potions Master had been angry at first, the dark green, silver and black cup was one of his favorites, how dare that thing touch it, but as he looked closer he saw the devastation in those stormy blue eyes. The usual wild metallic shine was tamed and caged. It was a sad thing to see such a magnificently wild and unruly creature in this condition. It reminded Severus of Remus Lupin back in school right before and after one of his monthly transformation. Sometimes the Griffindor would just sit and stare out at the Forbidden Forest in almost longing.
“Your awake awfully early Severus.” Diegara spoke suddenly in a soft voice, void of it’s usual energy.
“I always get up early.” Severus answered curtly. Diegara smiled softly and set the cup onto the coffee table.
“But it’s a Saturday. Why not sleep in?” The boy still hadn’t looked at him and continued to stair into the air.
“And be a lazy slob like those damned brats that infest this castle?!” He growled more in hopes of getting a reaction out of the Changeling than to down right scare him.
“Truthfully I’m glad your up.” Severus arched an eyebrow, “Now all I have to do is get Harry up and we can get started on the errands I’ve got on my To-Do list for the day!” The old overly energetic and ungodly happy Diegara was back as he turned to grin at Snape. He hopped up and bounded into his and Harry’s room. Severus let out a heavy sigh and sent a quick prayer to God that the boy wouldn’t drag him along.
Since it was a Hogsmede weekend and Harry wasn’t permitted to go ‘for his own safety’ the boy-who-lived hadn’t been concerned with getting up early or even joining the other Griffindors for breakfast. That is until Diegara came bounding in loudly and shook him like Ron usually did. Needless to say Harry wasn’t to happy with this. He sat up quickly, making himself a bit dizzy, with sleep blurred and anger inflamed eyes to glare death itself at his friend. Sparkling metallic eyes and an eat shit and die grin met him. Rather than actually speak Harry just groaned and fell back into the bed.
“Awe!! C’mon Harry!! We’re going shopping, but first you gotta open the present I forgot to give you earlier. This caught the sleepy boy’s attention and he looked up curiously at Diegara who giggled at the look and moved over to his bed. Harry watched as the scantily clad boy pulled a box out from under his bed.
“You got me a present?” Harry asked as the Changeling handed him the simple box.
“Yep! It’s a late B-Day pressie! Hope you like it!” Diegara grinned as he watch him open it. It turned out to be a new out fit, specially picked out by the Changeling just for Harry.
“Wow! This is amazing Diegara! Thank you so much!” The excitement got him out of bed and into the new clothing in a hurry. Diegara laughed and watched Harry model them fom.
m.
“You’ve been needing new clothe for ages lil’ Bro! It was the least I could do and later today we’ll go pick you up some more.” Diegara loved the grin that spread over Harry’s face as he transfigured the box into a full length mirror.
Harry Potter was now clad in a pair of tight ink black jeans, spelled against fading, and ripped in the knees. A leather turtlenecked vest that zipped up the front clad his chest over long sleeved black mesh. The leather was a custom make, and obviously of Dragoon origin. It was black with a tint of midnight blue to it and the zipper was burned silver, the zipper pull in the shape of a cobra with azure eyes. The only spell on the article of clothing was a mid grade protection spell, so the tinting wasn’t magically induced and the only people Harry knew of that could tint leather in just about any color naturally, including this unique dark blue, were the Dragoons. Next were the dark gray dragon hide boots.
“Well, don’t you make a fancy ass picture!” Diegara chirped as he watched the boy modeling, “Now why don’t you go get a shower, then we can head out!” Harry did as suggested and Diegara changed into his own clothes or the day.
When Harry came out fully dressed once again, this time squeaky clean, he was met with the lovely sight of Diegara in tight leather pants bending over to buckle up his boots. The Changeling had on his favorite black leather pants, stained in a scarlet crimson over the thighs. A pair of black leather boots that zipped up the side and had two buckles over the calves graced his feet and lower legs. While a tight smoke gray T-Shirt with a black widow spider insignia in red and black on the front clung tightly to his sleek chest. The shirt hid his chest piercings and tattoos well while the black jacket that he wore over it hid the an hin his arms. A silver, chain link choker hugged his throat while a simple cross hung from a longer, thinner chain over his chest; level with his heart. Only a bit ofshadshadow and some cherry chapstick was painted onto his features, which was a rarity seeing as the boy loved his makeup.
“You look really nice today Diegara. Different but in a good way.” Harry commented softly. Diegara looked up and smiled a little.
“Thanks, little brother.”
“So where are we going.” Harry asked as Diegara stood up.
“To see an old lady about some classified shit that you’ll find out about when we get there, then we’re gonna go shopping for some new cloths for you, Mr. No-Fashion-Sense!” He said swiftly, grinning at Harry. The Griffindor sighed and shook his head and motion his friend into the main room where Severus waited in his usual clothes. “Ok people, lest get haulin’ shall we?!”
“And where, might I inquire, are we ‘hauling’ to?” Snape asked grumpily.
“You’ll see Sev, now c’mon.” Diegara grabbed some flew powder and murmured some words neither of the wizards had ever heard before throwing it into the fireplace and grabbing hold of Harry and Snape’s wrist. The Changeling drug them into the fire place and they were off, where to only one of them knew.
[1] Abou is the title of birth father to a Dragoon. Most Dragoons are just considered to be male since their human forms are men, only rarely will one have a female human form. Dragon forms have little difference aside from clan inheritannd cnd color(clan inheritance includes differences in body shape belonging to a particular group. Examples: wing shape, jaw formation, teeth, claws, spikes, etc...). So, the second father, the one to actually give birth to the child is called Abou.
[2] In the beginning of their existence the Dragoon’s main food was the vampire. Eventually Dragoon clans and Vampire clans began to write truces of peace among one another but still a few of the vampire groups preferred to hunt Dragoons and have other wise nothing to do with them. Dragoons of the present rarely eat vampires, though they will not hesitate to kill any threat to their family, and there are still some vampire clans out for Dragoon blood.
CH.6
~GraY
The afternoon had been long and tiring in Severus’ opinion. The boys had occupied themselves first with a game of wizard’s chess then a game of poker. Diegara had pleaded with him to play as well but Severus refused on grounds that he didn’t like gambling in any form, even if it wasn’t for money. Diegara had just cracked a joke about him being a real stick in Los Vegas. The man had ignored the comment and Harry’s chuckle. He returned to his desk and continued to ignore the boys until Diegara announced that they were going to hit the sack.
“See ya in the morning Sev!” The Changeling chirped with more perkiness than any one person had the right to have at such a late hour as he ducked into their room, a zombi like Harry following him. A little while later and the man followed their example.
A few hours passed and a restless Diegara slipped quietly out of bed and literally tiptoed, mostly out of his dramatic nature, into the main room. He was only clad in a pair of black boxers that Harry had bought him as a Christmas present the year before, as he paced around restlessly for a few minutes, his whole body was wide awake, seeing as he wasn’t use to sleeping through the night. He always met with Harry or went hunting. His Father had taught him the advantage of keeping to the shadows not long after his Abou[1] had been murdered by vengeful vampires. It had been a sad day, the memories of which flittered across his mind as he went to the kitchen to make himself some tea.
Flash Back
It had been a very long time ago, he was about twenty seven human years old and still considered very young by both Changeling and Dragoon communities. His father, the second son of an adviser to the leader of the Airex clan, had decided to take him and Abou, his other father who happened to be his Changeling parent, on a tour of what is now India. They were coming upon the border to China when a swarm of vampires attacked. Diegara had transformed into a hawk and flew a safe distance away at the command of his Father. Unfortunately he turned back just in time to see a faction of the vamps circle his Abou, who had changed into a Basilisk, but despite the cunning and strength of his other father they killed him. Once the Changeling was dead the vampires retreated.
Diegara had found his father at his Abou’s side, in all of the glory that was his dragon form. Shining bone spikes trailing down his back and two from the skull glinted sharply in the moon light. His scales were a dark, midnight blue that looked black in the shadows as he threw his head back in harsh roar laced with rage and dispar. Tears streamed from his glowing violet eyes as he mourned his mate as only dragons could. Anguished cries arose from his throat and made the very ground tremble, the earth itself seemed to join in his song of mourning. At one point Diegara changed into his dragon form, a few sizes smaller and covered in pearly white scales, glinting like stars as he approached his father. The older dragon looked down into his son’s eyes and blinked away the tears. He leaned forward and nuzzled the other comfortingly as he composed himself and a few tears of his own dripped down Diegara’s face.
“He’s gone Diegara. I’m sorry.” He spoke in mind speak. Diegara nodded.
“We’re alone now. Will we be ok, Father?” Diegara asked innocently.
“Yes, son, I think that in time we will be ok.” The older man saw the look of dispar still persistent on the boy’s face, “And he will be watching over us to make sure of just that.”
Diegara smiled a little, “Yeah, and when you have to go you’ll watch over me too!” The older Dragoon nodded sadly.
Unfortunately everything hadn’t been as good as Diegara had hoped. A little over twenty five years later, after he was fully grown, his father died at the age of 876. With his only son now an adult and his life mate dead he fell into deep dispar and quickly succumbed to a Broken Heart, it was the Dragoon’s version of dying of old age. Since they were virtually immortal age meant almost nothing to them. Human wizards out for their resources and vampires, the old Dragoon’s favored and main means of food, were a constant threat in those days[2]. Vampires were constantly staging ambushes, like the one that killed Diegara’s other father, against the strongest Dragoons and their families in hopes of getting rid of them. In the case of Diegara’s family it worked, slowly but eventually killing off the elder Dragoon. Because of his loss and wish to join his lover the man had given into the darkness of death, it was the most honorable way to die, for the love of your mate, however Diegara’s part in this seemed to matter little to his mind. The death of his Father devastated Diegara and it took many years of struggling to rebuild his family before Diegara was even remotely alright again.
End Flash Back
More memories of the lonely years he spent flashed through his mind as he sat on the couch, tea cup held tightly and stared into the light of the candle he had lit and placed on the coffee table in front of him. This was how Severus Snape found him the next morning. Sitting in his boxers alone and sad with a cold cup of tea in his hand. The Potions Master had been angry at first, the dark green, silver and black cup was one of his favorites, how dare that thing touch it, but as he looked closer he saw the devastation in those stormy blue eyes. The usual wild metallic shine was tamed and caged. It was a sad thing to see such a magnificently wild and unruly creature in this condition. It reminded Severus of Remus Lupin back in school right before and after one of his monthly transformation. Sometimes the Griffindor would just sit and stare out at the Forbidden Forest in almost longing.
“Your awake awfully early Severus.” Diegara spoke suddenly in a soft voice, void of it’s usual energy.
“I always get up early.” Severus answered curtly. Diegara smiled softly and set the cup onto the coffee table.
“But it’s a Saturday. Why not sleep in?” The boy still hadn’t looked at him and continued to stair into the air.
“And be a lazy slob like those damned brats that infest this castle?!” He growled more in hopes of getting a reaction out of the Changeling than to down right scare him.
“Truthfully I’m glad your up.” Severus arched an eyebrow, “Now all I have to do is get Harry up and we can get started on the errands I’ve got on my To-Do list for the day!” The old overly energetic and ungodly happy Diegara was back as he turned to grin at Snape. He hopped up and bounded into his and Harry’s room. Severus let out a heavy sigh and sent a quick prayer to God that the boy wouldn’t drag him along.
Since it was a Hogsmede weekend and Harry wasn’t permitted to go ‘for his own safety’ the boy-who-lived hadn’t been concerned with getting up early or even joining the other Griffindors for breakfast. That is until Diegara came bounding in loudly and shook him like Ron usually did. Needless to say Harry wasn’t to happy with this. He sat up quickly, making himself a bit dizzy, with sleep blurred and anger inflamed eyes to glare death itself at his friend. Sparkling metallic eyes and an eat shit and die grin met him. Rather than actually speak Harry just groaned and fell back into the bed.
“Awe!! C’mon Harry!! We’re going shopping, but first you gotta open the present I forgot to give you earlier. This caught the sleepy boy’s attention and he looked up curiously at Diegara who giggled at the look and moved over to his bed. Harry watched as the scantily clad boy pulled a box out from under his bed.
“You got me a present?” Harry asked as the Changeling handed him the simple box.
“Yep! It’s a late B-Day pressie! Hope you like it!” Diegara grinned as he watch him open it. It turned out to be a new out fit, specially picked out by the Changeling just for Harry.
“Wow! This is amazing Diegara! Thank you so much!” The excitement got him out of bed and into the new clothing in a hurry. Diegara laughed and watched Harry model them fom.
m.
“You’ve been needing new clothe for ages lil’ Bro! It was the least I could do and later today we’ll go pick you up some more.” Diegara loved the grin that spread over Harry’s face as he transfigured the box into a full length mirror.
Harry Potter was now clad in a pair of tight ink black jeans, spelled against fading, and ripped in the knees. A leather turtlenecked vest that zipped up the front clad his chest over long sleeved black mesh. The leather was a custom make, and obviously of Dragoon origin. It was black with a tint of midnight blue to it and the zipper was burned silver, the zipper pull in the shape of a cobra with azure eyes. The only spell on the article of clothing was a mid grade protection spell, so the tinting wasn’t magically induced and the only people Harry knew of that could tint leather in just about any color naturally, including this unique dark blue, were the Dragoons. Next were the dark gray dragon hide boots.
“Well, don’t you make a fancy ass picture!” Diegara chirped as he watched the boy modeling, “Now why don’t you go get a shower, then we can head out!” Harry did as suggested and Diegara changed into his own clothes or the day.
When Harry came out fully dressed once again, this time squeaky clean, he was met with the lovely sight of Diegara in tight leather pants bending over to buckle up his boots. The Changeling had on his favorite black leather pants, stained in a scarlet crimson over the thighs. A pair of black leather boots that zipped up the side and had two buckles over the calves graced his feet and lower legs. While a tight smoke gray T-Shirt with a black widow spider insignia in red and black on the front clung tightly to his sleek chest. The shirt hid his chest piercings and tattoos well while the black jacket that he wore over it hid the an hin his arms. A silver, chain link choker hugged his throat while a simple cross hung from a longer, thinner chain over his chest; level with his heart. Only a bit ofshadshadow and some cherry chapstick was painted onto his features, which was a rarity seeing as the boy loved his makeup.
“You look really nice today Diegara. Different but in a good way.” Harry commented softly. Diegara looked up and smiled a little.
“Thanks, little brother.”
“So where are we going.” Harry asked as Diegara stood up.
“To see an old lady about some classified shit that you’ll find out about when we get there, then we’re gonna go shopping for some new cloths for you, Mr. No-Fashion-Sense!” He said swiftly, grinning at Harry. The Griffindor sighed and shook his head and motion his friend into the main room where Severus waited in his usual clothes. “Ok people, lest get haulin’ shall we?!”
“And where, might I inquire, are we ‘hauling’ to?” Snape asked grumpily.
“You’ll see Sev, now c’mon.” Diegara grabbed some flew powder and murmured some words neither of the wizards had ever heard before throwing it into the fireplace and grabbing hold of Harry and Snape’s wrist. The Changeling drug them into the fire place and they were off, where to only one of them knew.
[1] Abou is the title of birth father to a Dragoon. Most Dragoons are just considered to be male since their human forms are men, only rarely will one have a female human form. Dragon forms have little difference aside from clan inheritannd cnd color(clan inheritance includes differences in body shape belonging to a particular group. Examples: wing shape, jaw formation, teeth, claws, spikes, etc...). So, the second father, the one to actually give birth to the child is called Abou.
[2] In the beginning of their existence the Dragoon’s main food was the vampire. Eventually Dragoon clans and Vampire clans began to write truces of peace among one another but still a few of the vampire groups preferred to hunt Dragoons and have other wise nothing to do with them. Dragoons of the present rarely eat vampires, though they will not hesitate to kill any threat to their family, and there are still some vampire clans out for Dragoon blood.