Wings And Whispers

Chapter Seven: Classwork

     The sky was bright. The baby blue contrasting perfectly with the fluffy cotton-like clouds. The morning was peaceful. The three mates, curled up in a single dorm room bed, snoring softly. Harry had just woken up and was admiring the soft beams of light on the rafters. All was calm. Until Harry realized what time it was. He jolted up and out of the bed waking the twins in the process.

"What the-"

"Bloody hell-"

"Has gotten into you, Harry?"

     The twins watched Harry in utter confusion as he pillaged through his trunk.

"We are late for potions! Potions! With Snape! That's what's wrong!" Harry yelled back as he haphazardly threw on his robes. He didn't have to say anything else before the twins were rushing around aswell.

     In less time than it takes to say 'quiddich' the three mates were already rushing down the hall to the dungeons.

     They burst through the door on a startling rush, relived to see that the professor wasn't in the room. The three cautiously glanced around the room to briefly observe that their fellow classmates were hurriedly jotting down notes and gathering potion ingredients. As they were looking around attempting to find seats a cold voice reverberated proudness the room from behind them.

"And what do we have here... Mr. Potter and his red headed companions... late for class." He looked down his crooked nose at them, his piercing eyes giving Harry the chills. Harry could see the recognition of lost memories in the professor's eyes.

"Potter you will be sitting with Mr. Malloy," ignoring the twins' protests Snape continued, "Weasleys, you will both be at the table directly behind them." His voice lowered after Harry slowly made his way to the front of the room.

"I am well aware of your... situation and I can assure you that if any harm befalls the boy I will personally make sure that you never see the light of day ever again. Am I understood?" The twins gulped heavily Before nodding hurriedly.

"Yes sir-"

"We understand sir."

"For your sake I hope you do."

The twins nervously agreed and made their way to their table where they found ingredients and instructions already laying out. Fred began to read the old fraying parchment.

Anima Revelare
• 3 flos nocte(chopped)
Potion should be white
• 1 Speculum lapis beetle(crushed)
Potion should be gold
• 1 dash sanguis draconis puluerem
Potion should be blue
Brew five minutes
Potion should be clear
Then consume.

"Doesn't seem that difficult." George hummed in agreement. They glanced over at Harry and Malloy. They didn't seem to be arguing at the moment, but then again, they weren't even looking at each other.

Glancing at their mate's cauldron showed that Harry and Malloy simply needed to let it brew. Fred and George got to work on their own potion.

•••

After five minutes of constantly glancing back at his mates and struggling not to look at Malfoy, Harry's potion finally cooled into a water like clear.

"Umm...Malfoy, I think it's ready," Harry said, grabbing the blonde's attention.

Malfoy glanced over and hummed in agreement. They each poured themselves a vial of the clear liquid. Harry glanced back at the twins before hesitantly drinking the potion. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Malfoy do the same. Harry waited a few seconds for something to happen before a sharp pain flared behind his eyes. He squeezed them shut and gripped the edge of the table. He could feel his mates worried stares tickling at the base of his neck. As the pain spread and flared in short intervals Harry crumbled to the floor. Even with his eyes shut he could still tell that his mates were by his side, on hand each on his shoulders. The pain eased slowly but didn't go away until he felt someone's hand in his. He sat quietly with his eyes still closed. He heard the sharp clicking of someone's shoes as they walked towards their table.

"Of course... you both clearly failed to follow the instructions. This was supposed to be painless but you two felt for some reason that you shouldn't follow orders and put in sliced flos nocte, and not chopped as I precisely wrote for. a. reason." The professor looked down at the for students in front of him. "Go on, get up. Also, Mr. and Mr. Weasley, I believe you should head back to your own station before your potion burns." The twins scurried back.

     Harry, noticing that whoever's hand he had felt was still there, slowly opened. He looked down at the long, slender, pale fingers that were tightly intertwined with his own. They were cold, yet they fit like puzzle pieces in Harry's hand. There was something strange about the hand though. Actually, there was something strange with Harry's hand aswell. He looked down at himself to see a swirling sea of different violets and reds. He excitedly looked around the room at his other classmates. He spotted Ron, gold and green, Hermione, blue and yellow. Harry looked at everyone around the classroom. Every single person was a mosaic of wonderfully vibrant colors. Even Snape, who was slouched over his own cauldron, was cloaked in various silvers and crimson reds. Harry looked to his mates, over joyed at their excitement as they had just ingested their potion and were seeing what he was. They were both the exact blend of purple and red as Harry. Harry, still giddy with excitement, went to stand from his position crouched in the floor when he was stopped halfway by the hand still locked in his. He timidly glanced down at the seemingly small blonde figure who was the exact match to Harry and his mates personal mosaic. His gripped tightened in realization. Harry had just found his third and last mate.
Draco  Malfoy...

AN
All Latin words/phrases were figured with a translator app, if any of the translations don't make sense I will do my best to correct them. Also, I don't have a actual plot set up for this story I'm just writing what I think should happen next. I have a general idea of what I want to happen along the line, but if you have any suggestions feel free to leave them in the comments and I with be sure to consider them. Thanks!