Warriors in love

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Now…on with the show

Not Now….

As Harry and Severus both were talking softly, while still in the infirmary, Draco ran at top speed down to the dungeons.
His whole being was longing to see his godfather again and in the meantime maybe he could get some answers too.
Then Draco realized something…he smelled a faint fragrance.
It made him think of freshly cut grass, there was just a hint of sage and musk in it.
He knew, just knew, that it was Harry’s scent.
He had smelled it the day he changed, after sniffing Harry’s neck.
But why did that smell linger in the dungeon corridors?
Jealousy flared in Draco’s heart and he felt rage building up inside himself, when he noticed the scent was mixed with another, heavier one. Sandalwood and earth? That was Severus’ scent.
Draco had been around his godfather on numerous occasions, so there was no mistaking the scent for someone else’s.
What did Sev have to do with ‘his’ Harry?
As his confusion grew, so did his rage.
He followed the scent and it was getting stronger near the Potions classroom.


Standing in front of the classroom door, he wanted to break the damned thing down, but thought it would be wiser to just knock, reeling in his emotions.
After knocking, the door gave way a bit and Draco was surprised to find the classroom open and empty.
This was not like Severus, leaving his precious ingredients unguarded.
The blonde assumed the worst right away and started a search, when the flames in the hearth turned green and he heard the headmaster’s voice.
“Draco, I forgot to mention that Professor Snape is in the infirmary right now. Do not be alarmed, he is not injured. He just had an…errand to run” the older wizard said, but Draco noticed the hesitation and went out of the classroom towards the infirmary in a hurry.
Whatever it was, Severus was doing in the medical ward, it had to be serious.
Why else would the headmaster hesitate to say something?


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Skidding to a halt in front of the heavy doors of the infirmary, Draco tried to steady his nerves.
His rage was forgotten, when he started to worry about his godfather.
He walked into the ward and was instantly soaked from head to toe.
He had walked right into Madam Pomfrey, who was holding a bowl of water and some cloths.
“Well, that is one way to let people know you are in the room” was the dry comment from the medi-witch.
She waved her wand, drying his clothes instantly.
“Do be careful, next time you come in, will you?” she admonished him and went about her business.
Draco looked at her like she had grown another head and caught a waft of her scent.
How…odd.
She smelled a bit like his…mother?
As the scent posed no threat to him, Draco shrugged and just ignored it, as he walked further into the ward, in search of his godfather.


He heard two voices and noticed the potions master sitting on a cot, with his back turned toward the entrance.
He just stood there and tried to think of how he would approach his godfather, when he was startled from his thoughts by the voice of said person.
“Are you planning on growing roots, or are you going to greet me sometime today?” the potions master drawled, his voice amused.
Draco jumped on the dour man’s back and hugged him tightly.
“Hey Sev’, I missed you. Father and mother send their greetings” the blonde said happily, but stiffened right after speaking those words.
Looking over the shoulder of the potions master, he saw someone else sitting on the next cot.
He let go of the professor and sat back a bit.
“Harry?” he asked softly, not believing his eyes.
The green-eyed wonder looked at him, a small smile gracing his pink lips.
“Hey Draco” came the warm reply.

Draco was stunned at Harry’s reaction.
Wasn’t he angry at Draco, for leaving so sudden?
He remembered the look of hurt in the black-haired boy’s eyes.
He remembered the sobs and cries and he had felt just awful for leaving his new friend the way he did.
But here Harry was, smiling sweetly at him and his scent…oh, Draco’s mouth watered, when he smelled it so strong around him.
It was all he could do to not jump the young man in front of him.
Severus sat through the exchange quietly, but ready to interfere if something was to happen.
If these two were not meant to be together, this would be the time that it would show.
One would challenge the other, although Harry hadn’t changed yet.
It was too close to Harry’s changing and Severus needed to be able to make sure there would be no trouble, or worse…casualties.


Draco relaxed a bit and got off the bed to walk towards Harry.
“Draco, don’t. It is not safe” Severus warned him.
The blonde turned toward the dark wizard, gave him a toothy grin that send shivers down Severus’ spine and said “Yes it is, watch!”
The young prince walked slowly towards the young man on the other bed and touched his cheek, ever so slowly, as if he was afraid he would scare him.
“How are you, my morning dew?” he said in his most alluring, sultry voice.
Harry’s eyes were drawn to Draco’s and let out a longing sigh.
“I am fine. I-I…” his voice became a whisper, when he admitted “I missed you”.
Draco growled low in his throat, his eyes changing to a vivid lavender blue.
“Did you now?” he chuckled and kissed Harry lightly on the lips.
Harry was blown away.
That was the most incredible kiss he ever got.
It made his stomach do summersaults, his cheeks flush and a small whimper passed from his lips, without him being able to hold it back.
If this was what would happen after only a light peck on the lips, what would happen if he got snogged thoroughly?

Of course his ‘Father’ decided to interfere right at that moment.
“Not now, Draco. There are more important things to attend to” the man said roughly.

“More important? What could be more important than my…” Draco started
“QUIET!” his godfather bellowed and although he didn’t mean to, he had challenged his godson.
The blonde’s eyes instantly turned a radiant purple and he was about to attack
the dark haired man in front of him, when he heard Harry’s voice through his rage.
“Astalder? Mani naa n’e umien?”(Valiant one? What are you doing?)
The black haired young man stood in front of Draco and looked him straight in the eye.
“Tampa tanya!” he said softly (Stop that!)
Draco felt Harry’s hand on his cheek and calmed down instantly.
He was shaking to the core and confused.
He had understood everything Harry had said, but how come Harry spoke Elvin?


“I’m sorry Draco, I didn’t mean to challenge you. The fault is all mine. But do try to remember that I am only looking out for your welfare” the words were spoken softly, but both young men had heard what the potions master had said.
“I’m sorry too, Sev’” Draco responded.
“Can you tell me why Harry speaks Elvin? What is happening?” he demanded to know.
The dark wizard walked over to Harry and told him to get back in the bed, to get some rest.
Harry promptly fell asleep, not aware of the exchange between his friend and his professor.
“Come here after midnight tonight and all will be revealed. After that you need to go, though. There is trouble brewing and you are needed elsewhere” came the hesitant reply.
After that Severus walked out of the infirmary to inform the headmaster.


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Poppy walked into the ward and told Draco to get some sleep too.
He could use the bed next to Harry’s, if he wanted.
Draco told her he wasn’t tired, but after one glare from the medi-witch, he decided to do what she told him and fell asleep right away.
Poppy chuckled and muttered softly “Of course you aren’t, dear” and walked out of the ward, leaving the boys to get some rest.
Tomorrow would be a tiring day for all of them, to say the least.


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00:01 in the infirmary that night…

Harry woke up with a start.
His skin was itching and he was burning with fever.
What the hell was happening?
“Madam Pomfrey?” Harry called out, waking Draco, who was sleeping soundly in the bed next to his.
“Harry? What is it? Is something wrong?” Draco asked worried.
Harry couldn’t answer; it felt like his throat was made of sandpaper. He shook his head and fainted.
“Madam Pomfrey? Come quickly. Something is wrong with Harry!” Draco cried out.
Poppy came rushing in, telling Draco to stay put for a moment.
She waved her wand over Harry and said “It is starting.”
“Mr. Malfoy? Please, go fetch Professors Dumbledore and Snape. Tell them Harry is about to change” she said firmly.
Draco sat on his bed frozen.
Harry? Change? Change what? What in the nine levels of hell was happening?
Then his brain started to function again.
Was Harry a creature maybe? Even an Elf? Could Harry really be like him?
The thoughts all tumbled in his head as he sat there.
“Mr Malfoy? Today would be as good a day as any. Hop to it, boy!” the medi-witch said sternly and he came into action right away.
He floo-ed from the infirmary to his godfather and told him what Madam Pomfrey had said.
Severus called through his floo to the headmaster and they all went towards the infirmary, to help with the situation at hand.


Severus had a strong sense of dèja-vú, when he dusted his robes.
There was the Gryffindor, floating above the bed like Draco had.
But there was something different about Harry’s change.
Instead of the fluently growing and changing, like Draco had gone through, Harry’s changes came with jerks and spasms.
Harry always had been small for his age, about 5 ft 5”
It was obviously for a great part due to the malnutrition he received from his ‘muggle relatives’ and his body had to adjust a great deal more, than Draco’s had.

Another thing that was different, was the fact that Harry seemed to be conscious throughout the change.
He didn’t make a sound, but his eyes were crying and his face was contorted, because of the pain he was in.
“Damned woman, can’t you give him a sedative?” Severus growled to Poppy, but he knew it was in vain.
Not only could they not administer a potion, while Harry was changing.
If they were to touch him now, the change would be interrupted and could even kill the Elf-to-be and the person touching him.

Harry felt like he was being ripped open and burning from the inside-out.
His ribs were cracking slightly and he thought he would suffocate.
After a few minutes the feeling subsided and he could breathe again.
He felt his extremities grow painfully, he felt his torso being stretched, his scalp hurt from his hair growth and he could actually feel his jaw growing heavier.
His nose was being ‘pulled’ to lengthen a bit and his mouth hurt like nobody’s business.
All of a sudden he heard a female voice in his head.
“Sleep child, you have more to endure and you need to rest” the voice whispered softly.
Harry fell asleep, thankful that he didn’t have to go through more pain consciously.


The changes were growing more obvious by the minute and there was a rush of air, before a spell was broken.
It seemed that there had been glamours on Harry’s person and all people present were shocked to see so many bruises and cuts on the young man’s body.
Because Harry was changing, the injuries were showing and healing very rapidly.Severus was appalled.
What had those muggles done to him?
It was a good thing they were dead already, otherwise the dark wizard would have paid them a visit to even the score.
Albus Dumbledore was shocked beyond belief, how had he not known?
How come he had never found out about this?
Didn’t he pride himself in knowing everything there was to know about his students?
“Albus, don’t. It is not your fault. You couldn’t have known” Severus said, but in his heart he had to admit he did blame the headmaster a bit.
If only…oh, well. If didn’t count, now did it?


After two and a half hours, Harry finally descended and the grown-ups had done their duty. One thing was forgotten, however.
Severus had been so lost in his own thoughts, he forgot to give Harry the ‘Timere Hedrychum Coercerus’ potion.
Before he could set it right, Harry sat up on the bed and sniffed the air. Shit! Now what?
“Albus? I forgot to give him the potion? What do we do?” the man whispered to the headmaster.
They looked at Draco and the headmaster beckoned the blonde.
“Draco, you need to give Harry his potion. It needs to be ingested within five minutes after the change. We can’t go near him now, he might attack” Dumbledore said very quietly.

Draco took the vial and took a tentative step towards Harry.
The Gryffindor cocked his head to one side, as if to assess what Draco wanted.
Draco made up his mind and started to speak as seductive as he could “Beleger, yulna sina. Uuma dela.”(Mighty Warrior, drink this. Don’t worry)
Harry was shivering in delight at the sound of that voice.
He took the vial without question, trust evident in his eyes and drank the potion.
He felt a tingle inside his body and was less sensitive to smell, he noticed.
“Vanimle sila tiri, Curucuar”(Your beauty shines bright, skillful bowman) Harry said in a flirting manner, making Draco blush.
Severus snickered, which in turn made Draco blush even deeper.
“Yes, well…how do you feel, anyway?” he asked to bypass the embarrassment.
“Strange, like I am more alive somehow. Does that make sense?”
It did to Draco and Severus and the latter answered it was perfectly normal.

Harry started to laugh and said “Finally something that is normal for me”. Draco understood the comment and started to laugh as well.
“I guess you are right” he stated and snickered “That must be another first for you, being right”
Harry shoved him playfully aside and stood up to take a look at himself. He couldn’t believe his eyes.
He was almost as tall as Draco was, he had the golden hue to his skin too and damn, he looked very good indeed.
But where Draco was a bit pale, Harry had an olive coloured skin.
His jaw line was manly and Harry was very pleased to see his mouth hadn’t changed much, but he had…elongated canines?
No wonder it had hurt very bad.
He flexed his muscles in the mirror and his reflection whistled approvingly, making Harry grin.
One thing was troubling him, though.
“Professor Snape? You told me I had a spell on me to ‘cover up’ who I was. Do I look more like you now?” his question shocked the other people in the room. What was he on about?
“Severus? Is there something you forgot to tell us?” Poppy asked curiously.
Severus sighed, he had been dreading this moment, from the first day he had entered the Wizarding World.
“You look mostly like me, except for your eyes, Harry” he said softly and removed his own glamours, showing the others what Harry had meant.
Standing before them was a very tall and beautiful Elf.
His silky long jet black hair hung down to his lower back.
The eyes were a dark brown with specks of gold in them, the lashes long and black also.
His nose no longer romanesque, but straight.
The lips were full, but manly and he had pearly white teeth.
The body of the man before them was masculine and his scent was overpowering to Draco.
This was a dominant and Draco had trouble controlling his emotions.
In his head he knew this was his godfather, but his heart told him this was a dominant male, that could try and whisk Harry away.
He tried to control himself, but he was losing the battle rapidly.

“Draco, don’t even think about challenging me. You will not survive, and I don’t want you to get hurt on my account. Focus on Harry” he said firm but gentle. “You have to go, remember?”
At that question, Draco seemed to deflate.
He had to go and leave Harry behind again.
Draco turned towards Harry and said:
“Amrun nen? Cormamnin niuve tenna’ ta ellea lle au’”(Morning dew? My heart shall weep until it sees thee again) Draco said softly.
“Mankoi?”(Why?) Harry asked confused.
“I have to go, Harry. I am needed somewhere and I have to go. But I will be back, really I will” Draco said desperation clear in his voice.
“I will wait for you” Harry said softly.
He walked to where Draco stood, caressed the soft cheek and kissed him goodbye.
“I promise, I will wait” he said and walked out of the infirmary, not wanting to show the others he was crying.