A Wing And A Prayer Harry/Draco/Severus Rated R 4/?
Title: A Wing And A Prayer Author: amejistuo Fandom: Harry Potter with a hint of a crossover to be reveled at a later date. Pairing: Eventual Harry/Draco/Severus Rating: R Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoat Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended. Warnings/Squicks: Total break from canon after OotP. Misguided!Dumbles, Not so good!Order, bad language and misuse of feathers. Abuse of Chalk Horses. Watch out for a Snickering!Snape as well, although he's usually laughing AT Harry, not with him so hopefully he's not too OOC. Summary: Harry's about to turn seventeen and is planning on making a few changes. Problem is, there are certain changes he isn't expecting, and they'll alter his life more than he could have ever imagined. Find the previous parts here. Beta'd by the wonderful suki_blue. Thank you dearest!
Notes: First things first, while this is a Harry has wings fic, it is NOT a Vanterra or Veela fic. He's got wings for a totally different reason, but the reason will be reveled later on in the fic. You'll figure it out with Harry. I do have to admit that a lot of the ideas of how Harry looks, wingspan, weight, height, all that good stuff, comes from three different sources. One is Warren Worthington III, also know to X-men fans as Angel. Another is Carter Hall, aka Hawkman.
The third is a secret, because I'm using bits of that fandom for a crossover. Not any characters or anything but for historical background.
This is gonna be another slow story folks. I'll be updating about once a month. And yet again I ignore the last two books pretty much altogether. I may use some bits of, say, Severus's back story with Lilly, but there isn't any horcruxes and there was never any oath between Severus and Narcissa to keep Draco safe. Sorry folks, but the last two books aren't my favorite. For god's sake JK made Draco BALD! That's just so wrong.
"There, I do believe we had a stroke of luck. As far as I am aware, only the Headmaster, Moody, Shacklebolt and a new Order member, a retired Auror named Patrick Canis, knows of your new form. When the Order was summoned to look for you, the Headmaster implied that you had left on your broomstick, and asked people to start an aerial search."
Harry snorted. He wasn't sure if he should be glad or angered that Dumbledore thought so little of his intelligence. "Please don't tell me he expects to find me in Diagon Alley or pop up at The Burrow?"
Snape sneered, but for once Harry knew it wasn't aimed at him. "He feels certain you will attempt to visit Gringotts at the very least, not just for your trust vault. The goblins would make good allies if one could convince them."
Draco nodded. "My Father ... " There was a pause there that both Harry and Severus ignored. "He always treated them with respect. Oh, not in front of other Death Eaters, but half of the time he'd go in the early mornings to do his business with them, behind closed doors. He always taught me that you had to give them a certain amount of respect since they handled not only our banking but things such as trust funds, wills, warding. Only a foolish wizard would get the goblins mad at you."
Harry frowned. "Maybe later I can visit Gringotts once I'm sure some git from the Order won't pounce on me. First things first, I'll need to hide these bloody wings. While picking up and leaving England has a certain amount of appeal, Tom will follow wherever I go."
Draco looked at both him and Snape. "Let's move this to my study so the Elves can clear away."
Harry stood up and meekly followed the two Slytherins as they left the dining room and made their way through the maze that was Malfoy Manor. So many things had changed in the past twenty-four hours, he wasn't quite sure what to think. In the back of his head, he could almost hear his uncle's voice calling him a winged freak, but he mostly ignored that. He'd decided long ago that anything the Dursleys disapproved of was almost automatically a good thing, just to be contrary. And the wings were pretty damn cool. After all there was nothing Harry loved more than to fly and hopefully he'd be able to learn how to use his new appendages and be able to soar without a broomstick.
Still, he was in Malfoy Manor, with its marble floors and china vases and its ... poshness. Harry felt as if he breathed too hard, something would break or be terribly damaged. And it wasn't just his lack of status that was making Harry uneasy. While he had been able to form friendships with both the men he was currently following, it wasn't the easy camaraderie that he'd once had with the Weasleys. Harry was reminded of all the times he'd been dragged shopping with Petunia when he was young, forced to carry her bags and parcels and knowing that none of it was for him. Draco and Severus had a close friendship and Harry was on the outside of it looking in.
It didn't really help knowing that if he was with Neville and Luna he'd probably be feeling just the same. After all he'd felt like the third wheel when Ron and Hermione started dating or whatever they called snogging and fighting at the same time. It seemed as if he was cursed to be the odd one out.
That feeling was only reinforced whey they entered Draco's study. Harry hadn't looked around before but now he noticed the two comfortable chairs situated in front of a small fireplace. Each had a small end table beside it and both had little bits and bobs that proved that both men sat there quite frequently, with books and papers and even what looked to be a flute case by the chair that Draco had taken.
The entire room was like that. It had a high ceiling with three of the walls covered in huge book shelves. The fourth wall had just as big windows that had French doors that opened to a balcony that overlooked a garden. By the open door was a large perch. There were various knick knacks and scrolls laying about on some of the shelves and a huge table with chairs with what looked to be both a guitar and a violin case in amongst loose bits of paper and potion bottles and ingredients. In one corner was a piano and another had a huge roll top desk with even more papers and quills and something in one cubby hole that glowed.
It was by far the messiest room Harry had seen in the Manor. It was also the homiest.
Draco pulled out his wand and conjured a low-backed but comfortable chair. "Have a seat, Po – Harry. We have much to talk about."
Harry smiled as he sat down carefully, wary of accidentally sitting on his wings. "Thank you, Draco." It was odd to call Draco by his name, even now that they had been friends for months. "And I've got to thank you both again for the birthday gifts. They were really great."
"Even if it was my potion that caused your metamorphosis?" Snape was looking at him almost as if the man was attempting Legilimency on Harry, even though Harry felt no pressure on the shields surrounding his mind.
Then again he was pants at Legilimency when it came to Snape so maybe the man was reading his mind. Harry decided to play it safe and tell the truth. "Well, by the looks of things I've finally gotten my growth, I'm not stuck as a ruddy fourteen-year-old anymore. And while the wings are rather ... odd, I do love to fly and I'm hoping I can get Hedwig to teach me later on today if there's time."
"If you like I can play mother bird for you, Harry. We'll go up to the highest point of the Manor and I'll shove you off the roof."
Harry glared at Draco. "Thanks but no thanks." He shrugged and noticed his wings ruffled oddly when he did so. "Seriously, I've been told I was a freak for as long as I can remember. It's gotten to the point that if the Dursleys are normal, I'd rather be a freak."
"I'd rather be a flobberworm than have anything in common with those Muggles."
Draco's voice showed his disgust and Snape's mouth gave a wry twist that might have been a smile. For his part, Harry had no urge to defend his relatives. For that matter, most of the people on Privet Drive were cut from the same cloth as the Dursleys. Vain, ignorant people who went out of their way to impress their neighbors that they were all better than one another while gossiping behind each other's back. For that matter they'd stab each other in their backs as well.
Never did one of the neighbors speak up on his behalf, or even sneak him food or a glass of water. Mrs. Figg was just as bad as the rest and finding out that she'd been placed there by Dumbledore still made Harry furious.
"Have they always treated you so abysmally?"
Harry snorted and wondered how to answer Severus Snape, the man who had always accused him of being spoilt. "Actually, this year was monumentally crappy. Almost as bad as the summer before my Second Year. Then again not being able to leave the house meant I didn't have to clean out the garage or work in the garden. And Petunia fed me a bit more. Of course it was mostly her cooking since she was afraid that I'd poison them, which makes it worse. Petunia can burn water when she sets her mind to it."
"Would you poison them?" Both Slytherins seemed to be looking at him, wondering how Harry would answer Snape's question.
"No. Simply because I'm not good enough at Potions to make one of the undetectable poisons, and if I hired someone else to do it there's always a chance they'll tell someone or blackmail me. If I were to kill them, I'd have to make sure no one could trace it back to me and an accomplice would just make things risky. Plus dumping their bodies would be a pain -- I might be able to carry Petunia out of the house, but there isn't a carpet known to man big enough to wrap up Dudley or Vernon so I could drop them in the Thames. I reckon if I used magic to shrink down their bodies I'd be caught."
"Bravo, Mr. Potter, for once you're using the space in between your ears for something other than Quidditch."
Harry shook his head in amusement. Of course Snape would approve of him finding such a Slytherin reason not to kill the Dursleys. Even Draco was giving him a proud smirk. "Let's forget about my oh-so-lovely family for the moment. Anyone have an idea what magical creature I am? And please, Professor, call me Harry. I'm sick to death of hearing the name Potter at the moment. It's about up there with being called 'Boy'."
Snape nodded and seemed to smile slightly at that and Harry couldn't help but feel he'd accomplished something. After all it had been quite some time since he'd mended his bridges with the older wizard near the start of the school year and yet it was only now he was unbending enough to call him by his name.
"Well you're absolutely not a Veela."
Harry gave Draco a look. "And how would you know?"
"Simple. Most Veelas, even those that aren't full-blooded like that Delacour wench, are fair haired, blond usually. Plus there is no sexual pull, which one would feel if you had enough Veela blood to allow you to have wings."
Harry really looked at Draco. "You mean you ..."
"Oh yes, there is Veela blood in the Malfoy line. Not much mind you, just enough to make me gorgeous and irrefutably charming when I have a mind to it."
"His head expands to three times its size as well." Snape's comment made Harry out and out laugh. He'd never known the git had such a sense of humor. Then again maybe it was the fact that the professor was insulting someone else for a change.
"Well then, I'm glad I could help with that. If you like, I'll tell you about our first detention in the Forbidden Forest, and how Draco shrieked like a girl ..."
"It was the Dark Lord sucking the blood out of a unicorn, Potty! Only someone as thick as you wouldn't be scared."
"Like a little girl in frilly knickers."
"That will be quite enough I think. Any further and the two of you will force me to ingest one of my own poisons, just to get away from this conversation. Does anyone have any pertinent ideas on how to hide Harry's wings?"
Hearing Snape call him by his actual name threw Harry for a loop. It was odd but somehow comforting. He shook his head to clear it. "Too bad you can't combine a Notice-Me-Not charm with something like the Fidelus. That way only the people who knew about my wings would notice them. Maybe mix in some sort of confidentiality charm with it so Dumbledore can't tell."
The other two wizards gave him a look and then turned to do one of the silent communication thing that close friends, family and couples could do.
He wondered which of those Draco and Severus called each other. They were closer than friends, possibly family. But were they a couple? Harry had no clue. What he knew about relationships could fill a thimble. Still he couldn't help but wonder.
"Severus, I do believe that Harry might just be smarter than he's been letting on."
"Indeed." They again turned to give him a look and Harry shrugged.
"Hey, don't look at me. I don't even know if it's possible, much less how to do it. I just get the crazy ideas."
Saying that hurt because usually it was Hermione who worked out if Harry's wild theories could be done. And Hermione wasn't there anymore. She was still with Ron, standing by her man even though said man was a childish prat.
"Perhaps idiot savant would be a better term."
"Oi!" Harry found himself grinning at his two friends, and that was what they were, in spite of Snape's insult. And he realized what he said earlier was true. Harry was used to being a freak, had been called that, and been called worse, a hundred times since he was a baby. Yet here he was, sitting in Malfoy's home with a pair of wings on his back being insulted and he felt more normal than he'd ever felt in all his life.