Title: Of the Nightstars
Narrated: TorringMay

Typed by: Sorringmay
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: PG13 / Teen

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 Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

Warning: This story is not to cannon. It will however have some spoilers to HBP. Please do not expect it to follow the story of HBP though.

Summary: After being abandon by the Dursley's as a baby, Harry is raised by another race. After 5 years of odd dreams and magical power surges, his adopted family is allowing him to go to Hogwarts in an attempt to learn to control his powers.

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CHAPTER 5

Dew collected at the hem of Harry's robe as he made his way down the path with Ron and Neville. Harry failed to stifle a yawn as Neville tried to reassure him that the class was really interesting, but from Ron's grimace Harry wondered if interesting was another way of saying boring. He wondered if the wizard kin had contact with different creatures then the elves did.

"Blimey Harry Potter."

Harry spun around to find himself looking at an impossibly large man with a wild mane of hair and bushy beard.

"Hello Hagrid."

"'Ello Ron, Neville. You showin' Harry here how things 're done I hope."

Ron smiled and clapped Harry on the back, but any thing he might have said was cut off by a now familiar voice.

"Well look here, seems like Potter has his own fan club." All eyes turned to the blonde Slytherin who was sneering as he leaned against a near by tree.

"What are you doing here?" Spat Ron as his face twisted in disgust. "This class is optional, can't think of why a Slytherin would be doing here, unless you are today's creature."

Malfoy pushed off the tree and sauntered towards them, "Wouldn't you love to learn about me, maybe then you could figure out some way to make some gallons instead of having to rely on that mudblood of yours to do it for you."

I one swift movement Ron had his wand in hand pointed at the Slytherin, but Malfoy was just as swift drawing his own wand.

"Now boys," boomed Hagrid's voice around them, but nether of them paid the professor any attention.

"Ron," pleaded Neville, "it's just Malfoy. Ignore him."

"He insulted Hermione," snapped Ron, "Take it back you filthy slimy – "

"Ron!" Harry stepped between the two boys facing Ron. He knew exposing his back to Malfoy was not the smartest choice, but he figured he had a better chance of persuading his red haired friend than he did the blonde.

"Ron," he said more quietly, "You are a Gryffindor, brave of heart, remember?"

"But Harry, he insulted – "

"Yes I heard him," Harry replied calmly, "but sometimes being brave means not acting when you are those you care about are wronged." He watched as his new friend fought the internal battle finally lowering his wand.

At that Harry turned to face Malfoy who was smirking nastily. "And you," Harry said taking a step forward so Malfoy's wand rested against his chest. "I don't know why you feel it so necessary to insult everyone."

"I'm just stating facts, if that's an insult – "

Harry swept Malfoy's wand aside with one hand the other slamming the Slytherin back against the tree, lowering his head so his lips almost brushed against the blonde's ear. "There is no fact to your hate filed comments. There isn't even fact to your hate."

Harry felt the Slytherin relax in his grasp and pulled back enough to see Malfoy's face. There was confusion written in his eyes as he stared back trying to discern the meaning to Harry's words. Somewhere in the back of his mind Harry registered the fact that the Slytherin smelled like cloves with a hint of musk, and that the chest his hand was pressed against was muscled despite the slender frame.

"You're their leader," Harry continued in a whisper, "Don't lead them into hatred."

"What about Gryffindor," was the reply in a snarled whisper.

"Leave them to me," Harry said, a smile barley curving his lips.

He stepped back from the Slytherin aware that everyone around them was watching but not really caring. Malfoy watched him for several moments before spinning around and heading back to the castle.

"Wow mate," Ron said with a hint of awe, "Never thought I would see the day that that prat would just walk off without a fight."

Harry looked over at Ron with a thoughtful look. "Perhaps he just realized there was no need to fight."

"Still I would love to know what you said that scared him so bad."

"Ron, has it ever occurred to you that half the problem Gryffindor has with Slytherin is caused by Gryffindor themselves."

"Huh," was Ron's only reply as he looked at the other Gryffindor with confusion. Harry sighed as the Professor called everyone's attention back to the class.

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Harry sat on the fence surrounding the pin that held what looked like small cows with four horns and a bad head cold. He grimaced as slimy yellow mucus dripped on the ground from the muzzle of the nearest creature.

"Great aren't they," said the professor as he came to stand by Harry.

"Yeah sure," Harry said with a chuckle. The half giant gave him the impression of a person who would think the most gruesome of creatures was cute.

"Not sure if the rest of them there thought so," Hagrid said nodding towards the rest of Harry's class as they made their way back to the castle.

Taking in the down trodden look on the man's face Harry patted his arm. "Perhaps they were expecting something a bit more exciting."

"I tried that," there was a frown on the professor's face, "didn't work out so well."

"What happen?" Harry asked curiously.

"Brought out a couple of hippogriffs, but Malfoy went an insulted one of them, got 'imself hurt."

Sighing Harry looked back out over the small creatures. It would have been obvious to anyone that Hagrid truly had a love for animals that he wanted to share, he just didn't know how to do it properly.

"How are ye liking school so far?" the large man asked.

"Fine so far," he replied flashing a smile. "Everyone in Gryffindor is really nice. The classes have been ok, but I think it will take me a while to get my magics strait. I don't think Professor McGonagall is going to appreciate a forest in her class room."

Hagrid chuckled as he leaned against the fence making it groan under his weight. "Think your dad would have found the funny, bit of a prankster your dad was."

"You knew my dad?" Harry asked wide eyed.

"Knew both yer parents. Right good folks they were."

"What were they like?" His emerald eyes up full of curiosity.

Hagrid looked back at the castle were the noise of student switching classes could be heard. "Why don't you come down after yer last class, we can have some tea and talk a bit. Right now though ye best be getting back for yer late."

Jumping down from the fence Harry smiled up at the half giant. "I would love to. See you later tonight then?" Harry waved goodbye and hurried off to his charms class.

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Draco stared out the window of the alcove he was sitting in. Outside the sun sparkled off the lake making beautiful patterns, but the blonde paid no heed to it. He found his mind preoccupied with the words the newest Gryffindor had spoken.

"Stupid Potter," he spat under his breath. "Stupid Gryffindor."

"Malfoy?"

Turning his head to the side, the Slytherin watched his two lumbering housemates make their way over to them.

"It's about time," he snapped as he stood dusting off his robes.

"But you said to be here a half past, its only twenty past," whined Goyle as he looked down at his leader.

Draco did nothing more than look up at him with a sneer. He knew it wasn't right to take his bad attitude out on these two, but they were here and besides, he was a Malfoy and they did as they pleased. The traitorous voice of his conscience reminded him that his father had thought that as well and now he was sitting in Azkaban.

"Hurry up you two, I have things that I have to get done." He took off at a fast pace leaving Crabbe and Goyle scrambling to keep up. "You will need to stand guard while I figure out how to get into the room."

"What room?" queried Crabbe.

"That's none of your business," he snapped. Didn't they realize the more they knew the more danger they were in. He had not sacrificed his life and freedom for nothing after all. "Just do as you're told. Hopefully I can get this taken care of rather quickly."

Swiftly they passed by classrooms, heading up steps unnoticed finally reaching the seventh floor.

"Goyle, you watch that end of the hall," he pointed to his right, "and Crabbe you take that end." he pointed in the opposite direction.

'Pace past the door three times, thinking of what you need.' He recalled the girl's instructions from the previous year when Longbottom, Weasley and Granger had been teaching their little group called the D.A. He had help catch them in the act, but it had not done any good in the end. Umbridge had been removed from the school and the doddering old fool, Dumbledore had returned.

'I need the vanishing cabinet, I need the vanishing cabinet, I need the vanishing cabinet.'

Back and forth he moved but nothing happened. He stomped his foot once before trying again.

'I need the room with the vanishing cabinet, I need the room with the vanishing cabinet, I need the room with the vanishing cabinet.' Again nothing happened.

"Bloody Hell," he spat drawing the attention of his comrades. "Ok think Draco…"

'I need the room where the vanishing cabinet is stored, I need the room where the vanishing cabinet is stored, I need the room where the vanishing cabinet is stored.'

He watched the wall as thin lines appeared, quickly becoming solid doors. With a sigh of relief he opened the door to see a maze of junk before him. He knocked his head against the other door wondering why he had thought this was such a grand idea.

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Harry stretched as he entered the Gryffindor common room. His visit with Hagrid had been most enjoyable and he had learned much about his parent. He was please to find out that they were good people, but it still left him with the nagging question of who had left him in the forest. In the end though he was grateful since they obviously did not care for Harry and his elven family most assuredly did.

Harry had even discussed spicing up Hagrid's rather dull Care of Magical creatures class. He had even sent an owl to his dad asking if they could bring some of their pets to the school. It did amaze him that not many in the wizarding world knew much about many of the magical creatures they shared ther world with.

Waving to several people he made his way to the dorms dropping onto his bed once he got there. He closed his eyes for a moment wondering why he was so tired.

Groaning he opened his eyes again and blinked. Blinking several more times he realized that he was no longer in his room. No that wasn't correct, his body was in his room, his mind just happened to be sharing space with Voldewart's again.

"So young Malfoy has found a way into the room, good, good." Harry could make out the hiss in the deranged creatures voice. "Did he give an explanation how?"

"Yes my lord," said the man bowed before him. "A very detailed explanation."

"Excellent, pass the information on to our other agent, I still don't trust young Mr. Malfoy."

"Yes my lord."

Harry watched the black clocked figure scurry away as a snake wound its way towards the Dark Lord's face.

"I think young Malfoy may not be trusted. I would not put it past the boy to make a vain attempt to rescue his mother. Not that I think he is smart enough to figure out how."

:You really are a head case aren't you?:

Harry mentally rolled his eyes as the other occupant of the twisted mind started.

:Potter,: was the sneered reply.

:And you were expecting who?: he drawled back almost finding the situation amusing.

:Just wait Potter I know where you are.:

:Oh good, I know where I am too, currently in resident in a sorry twisted excuse of what one might consider your mind, accept for the fact that there is a sever lack of intellect to call it as much.:

Harry could feel the other absolutely seething with rage and allowed mental laughter to bubble out of him.

:I have agents in Hogwarts boy – :

:Yeah and one of them has a cute butt too.: Again Harry bubbled over with laughter at the dumbfound response from his nemesis.

:I knew that boy was to stupid to trust: spat the mental serpentine voice.

Immediately Harry felt himself tensing at the insult thrown towards the Slytherin. While his comment, though true in his mind, was made to piss the dark creature off, he found the slur towards the blond irritating.

:Malfoy is far from stupid, your just to dumb to see how smart he is.:

:That's why the boy is kissing my feet.:

Harry gave a mental growl feeling protective of the blond though not sure why. :He wont be for long,: Harry snapped before pulling out of the others mind.

Opening his eyes again, he found that he was once more in the Gryffindor dorms. Looking over at the clock showed that he still had two hours before curfew. Grabbing his bag he made his way quickly down the steps determined to find the library. He needed to know everything about this dark fiend and how exactly the Malfoy family was involved.

For some reason he felt like there was more to this situation and he needed to know what it was.

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TorringMay: Sorry it took me so long to get this out, had troubles starting the chapter. hopefully you like it so far, I'm enjoying Harry's conversations with good old Volewart myself, and yes you will be seeing more of those.

SorringMay: I have come to the conclusion the Torring has gone off the deep end. She had me type the beginning of this chapter eight times. Thankfully we have started the next chapter and she is happy with it already. Should be up in a day or two (I hope).

We do have a new story called "It Can't Be" which is a bit fluffy and sweet with a twist if you are interested.