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“Don’t die, Draco,” he muttered, as he fought through rain and aura to get next to Draco. The wings seemed to hear what the boy did not, as they began to beat at the aura, working as if to push it away.

Harry managed to grasp Draco as the aura began to disappear. He paled slightly as he saw eyes blink slowly at him, normally a silver, now an ebony black.

The darkness was going away…why was it going away? Was he dead now? No…but that’s Harry—blink—Harry’s not dead yet.

“Why are you here?” The voice—was that his voice?—spoke low and slurred.

“Draco, I don’t want you to die. Don’t die!”

Die? Was he not dead already? No…the darkness was gone now. He was not dead.

“I’m not dead,” the voice spoke again, in that same low and expressionless tone. And the boy’s eyes began slowly to change colors, the silver working its way through the black, as Harry smiled.

Chapter 9: Awaken

Draco’s eyes opened to a sight he didn’t ever expect to see again: his room. Even more wondrous was the fact that his father was sitting next to his bed and had apparently been keeping vigil, which the worn look on his face implied. This was something his father had not done since he was six and had come down with some sickness that he himself couldn’t remember anything of except his father raging at his mother that he wouldn’t have his son die from some stupid muggle illness (Draco’s mother had been of the opinion that his father had been over-reacting at the time.).

“How are you feeling?” His father asked quietly as Draco blinked and looked around curiously.

“Strange.” Came the answer. And that was the only explanation that Draco could think of. He felt all weird inside.

“Considering the fact that you survived suffocation, I’m not surprised.”

Draco blinked. “Then why am I not stupid?”

Draco’s father looked at Draco as if what his son had said could not be processed by his brain.

“When you start to suffocate, your brain starts to die, so why am I not stupid?”

Lucius smirked wryly. “Because you’re a Veriae.”

“Oh.” And that explained that. “So why am I not dead, again?”

“Because your intended got cold feet a few minutes before your death and rescued you,” Lucius spoke dryly as if this wasn’t really what he thought of the matter. “He carried you out of the Forest once your aura had returned into your being and your wings retracted.”