A Little Blood Never Hurt
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
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Category:
Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
2
Views:
22,863
Reviews:
39
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
A Little Blood Never Hurt
DISCLAIMER: HP and it’s characters do not belong to me. I’m only playing with them. Don’t sue me.
PROLOGUE
It is said, they are vial creatures. Dangerous and deadly. Worse then vampires, they are explained as. Standing tall and proud, their back straight as they glided across the empty plains of Transylvania. Their faces are pale in the moonlight and their eyes struck a dark lightning blue. A young one leads them, he stands at the front. His pale blonde hair flows freely on his face. And finally they reach their destination. Their elders. The elders stand, bowing in respect of the young new leader. Their new prince. He, in return, shows courtesy in bowing back.
They smile that sly smile as the elder in the middle walks down the stairs slowly. He reaches the boy and holds out his palm where lays a gold necklace. The boy studies it, his eyes taking in every detail. It had been so long that he had waited for this moment and finally it had come. He smiled in his evil manner as he reaches for it. He lays his palm across the elder’s as the others chant. A chant that had been created so long ago. Before even the elders existed. They praised the gods they believed in and thanked them for their survival. They begged the gods to look after their new prince and one day for him to find his mate.
Once the chant had been spoken, the young one took the neck, slowly slipping it on to his neck. His parents, standing tall behind him, smiled proudly. Their son, the one who they brought up the best they could, was finally what he was destined for. The young one glowed as the animal inside of him growled. He was their leader.
Draco Malfoy smiled back at his parents and at those that followed him without a second thought. He lips pressed together, thinking quickly of what to say.
“My kind. My followers. My friends. One day we will be welcomed into the Wizarding World once again. We will be free. I will find my mate and we will breed. Our kin will grow. We will be a part of this society. We will no longer be feared.” He paused, the words still hung in their air. “I promise you. We. Will. Be. Free”
Cheers could be heard from a long distance away as the Lyrions shouted with joy. They sensed hope.
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AN: Short I know, but bigger chapters will be coming up.
PROLOGUE
It is said, they are vial creatures. Dangerous and deadly. Worse then vampires, they are explained as. Standing tall and proud, their back straight as they glided across the empty plains of Transylvania. Their faces are pale in the moonlight and their eyes struck a dark lightning blue. A young one leads them, he stands at the front. His pale blonde hair flows freely on his face. And finally they reach their destination. Their elders. The elders stand, bowing in respect of the young new leader. Their new prince. He, in return, shows courtesy in bowing back.
They smile that sly smile as the elder in the middle walks down the stairs slowly. He reaches the boy and holds out his palm where lays a gold necklace. The boy studies it, his eyes taking in every detail. It had been so long that he had waited for this moment and finally it had come. He smiled in his evil manner as he reaches for it. He lays his palm across the elder’s as the others chant. A chant that had been created so long ago. Before even the elders existed. They praised the gods they believed in and thanked them for their survival. They begged the gods to look after their new prince and one day for him to find his mate.
Once the chant had been spoken, the young one took the neck, slowly slipping it on to his neck. His parents, standing tall behind him, smiled proudly. Their son, the one who they brought up the best they could, was finally what he was destined for. The young one glowed as the animal inside of him growled. He was their leader.
Draco Malfoy smiled back at his parents and at those that followed him without a second thought. He lips pressed together, thinking quickly of what to say.
“My kind. My followers. My friends. One day we will be welcomed into the Wizarding World once again. We will be free. I will find my mate and we will breed. Our kin will grow. We will be a part of this society. We will no longer be feared.” He paused, the words still hung in their air. “I promise you. We. Will. Be. Free”
Cheers could be heard from a long distance away as the Lyrions shouted with joy. They sensed hope.
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AN: Short I know, but bigger chapters will be coming up.