led safely in the gryffindor dormitory, harry potter tossed and turned in his bed, lehe jaws of a nightmare.
blood. there was blood everywhere. blood that he had helped to spill. yes, all of it must have been his fault. sirius, his mother, his father, ouhers that had been killed during the summer raids that the death eaters had uuked arivet drive. he had only found out about these when he arrived bak at shool, and er, it still haunted him.
darko surround him, but this was a differehe darkred that was filled with blood…this was almost a darkness, a dark felt like…feathers? silkehers. wings.
two arms enirled him as the bk wio radle his body. “do not despair harry,” a voie whispered, “do not despair.”
and harry slept peaefully.
“yo, malfoy!”
disdaied from where they had been oing the wall of the ell to the wizard that stood at the barred door to this, this age.
“you got a letter.” then the guard muttered under his breath, “though why anyone would be sehis hour is beyond me.”
the guard was shaken out of his reverie as the letter was s of his hand and the ell’s inhabitaed bak iering inaudibly about manners of prisoners and idiots who se five ihe guard went on his way bak to his post where he had been shaken from his stupor by an eagle oes before.
luius looked at the letter briefly bef it open. drao had written it. his eyes seemed to rae dower, ahat was he arent in his eyes. as he read it luius smiled. drao knew. his pride, his son, was now just beginning to grasp the truth of the road that he himself had walked. luius felt a small pa he would o help his soomed to this life…u paragraph. the elder malfoy smiled in the shadows, and for one he allowed his emh. beautiful, wings that glistehe moon-light streaming ihe barred wied from his bak and fluttered as if they y that their oy. the soft rustle of feathers filled the ell as the wiheir wingtips touhing the eiling. luius looked at his wings thoughtfully. someday his drao’s wings would be this size, twie the length of a groh to support his son in flight, and in battle if neessary. out of uriosity luius rolled up the sleeve of his robe ahe pale flesh of his upper arm. evehe dark mark to be seen.
chapter 2: aspetus
harry hated mondays. ed mondays. beause mondays always seemed to start off badly, whih set the entire mood of the day to be a bad one. why? one word: potions. that was all that was o be said oer, that word. and it didhere were luky people like rorying to be an auror and therefore ould afford to sleep te on mondays if they so wished, beause they otions. of ourse, ron never did sleep te on mondays. he figured it was the least he ould do to give his frie before that…there wasn’t a word bad enough to desribe that ss in harry’s opinion.
and speaking of ron…it as urrently dragging harry dowo the great hall for breakfast as par the normal monday routine. and like every monday, hermione was already there, ensoned in a book. ron and harry slid is & she had saved for them as she did every m, and began loading food oes.
“oh, harry, did you hear? no potions today,” hermione said as if she was ommentiher.
harry’s looked up hopefully. “really?”
hermione leaving the book. “he’s oday. bsp;was aneled.”
both ron and harry turo look at the staff table aheir potio there.
“i wonder why he’s not here,” harry murmured.
“who ares why he’s not here,” ron muttered. “i hope he never omes bak!”
both boys ignored hermione’s, “ron!” of disapproval.
“but it’s strange. he’s here’.” harry persisted.
hermiohis might have something to do with it.” she handed harry a opy of the daily prophet. “our favorite slytheriher,” she added sarastially.
harry took o the headline, froassed the paper to ro the spot at the slytheri drao would have been sitting at were he in shool at the time.
“what?” rn looks fr gryffindors aher students who had heard him.
“yeah. wohey’re going to pull that off,” harry muttered darkly.
“well, logially, it’s within rights to have arial,” hermiohe orial’ after the department of mysteries issue was a mass trial of everyo. ails were looked intle person. and if, as the artile says, luius malfoy doeshe dark mark…well, it’s harder to onvit him.”
“but how a have the dark mark? he’s a death eater! we all saw him,” ron hissed under his breath so only harry and hermione ould hear.
“he probably p,” harry spoke sullenly. “being a slytherin and all.”
&ry of magi may have made a terrible error—oh please,” ron soffed.
“ by tuess,” hermione spoke.
&e in silene for a while until ro. “oh look who deided to grae us with his preseered.
harry looked up from his breakfast to see that drao malfoy had e hall and wa