Translation
Seraphim Call
Love in three Acts
ACT I.
HARRY POTTER
SERAPHIM CALL - LOVE IN THREE ACTS
Part: 1/3
Author: Ayu & Ihu Productions
Email: webmaster@a-story-about-love.de
Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling and unfortunately he'll never be ours either * snif *
Rating: PG-15
Pairing: Draco x Harry
Genre: Shônen-ai, romance
Warnings: Shônen-ai, Death (* hehe * XD)
Content:
Actually, there should be a reason to be excited because the summer vacation is finally starting and the students at Hogwarts are on their way home. Only two - Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy - are in no hurry to return to their families.
But while the Hogwarts Express is on its way to London, Dementors interfere - and make the two of them jump to their deaths - but death is just the beginning!
(Not yet prayed)
ACT 1
The sunlight slowly filtered through the curtains of his green bed curtain. But the five Syltherin boys were already awake and either turned in their beds or hurriedly packed their suitcases.Draco Malfoy had his face buried in the pillow and refused to believe that they would be back in London tonight. But what he dreaded most of all was the banquet that his mother would give - once again - to welcome her son for the summer vacation.
Draco yawned and slowly rolled onto his back as Blaise pulled the curtains aside and loudly asked him to come into the Great Hall.
"It's time to have breakfast!"
Crabbe and Goyle had already run up and somehow Draco wasn’t surprised when they were both so eager to eat.
// I guess I have no other choice! //
He sat up slowly, combed his hair back with his fingers, and began to dress it. Then he followed Blaise up the stairs to the entrance hall, where several students had already gathered.
Somewhere in the distance he also heard Potter and his friends shouting.
+++ +++
This morning was just another one of those days that he wished never would come.That evening he would begin his annual stint as the Dursley's house-elf again. Something he could really do without with thanks. And the promises of his friends that they might bring him home didn't make things any better either.
They just didn't understand and couldn't understand it. However, I was also tired of hearing more expressions of sympathy. So I just sighed in resignation and pulled myself together hard not to roll my eyes.
"Yes .. yes ... yes ... it's okay. I'll survive my vacation. You really don't have to worry about me. I've survived other things, right?"
I knew they hated it when I talked like that, but it only made it more interesting.
Eating my breakfast slowly, I let my eyes slide around the Great Hall. Where I almost exclusively looked into happy faces. And if I was honest, I envied her for it.
+++ +++
Somehow he couldn't really enjoy breakfast.Other than that, it was wiser not to overeat if he was going to survive dinner.
He was already wondering whether he should later place bets with his father on how many courses his mother had ordered from her house-elves.
Of course, Dumbledore gave his annual graduation speech, and as Draco had expected, the Gryffindors were the House Cup winners.
Sighing, he finished his mark and went back to the dungeons to prepare everything for the trip.
But he was still reluctant to think about the vacation at his parents' house, surrounded by high-ranking guests and parties at banquets that his mother arranged. He also disliked the thought that he had to play the good son and that the young daughters of other wizarding families ensnared him.
// I already know why I wanted to go to Durmstrang ... //
He rarely spoke to his Slytherin friends all the way to Hogsmeade and the Hogwarts Express. They would write to him too - of course.But they wouldn't give him an opportunity to escape his Malfoy duties either.
Draco sank heavily into his seat when he had everything stowed away and with a sigh he stared out the window.
// If only the holidays were over so I could finish my last year at this damn school! //
+++ +++
Harry dropped heavily into the seat of the Hogwarts Express. If there was one thing he didn't want now, it was to talk. And apparently his friends even got it this time. Instead of dealing with important "things" like what he could do during the holidays, he rather thought about how high the chances were that he would be able to keep his things this year or whether he would have everything taken off again at the beginning of the school year had to rework everything.
He also wondered what nice jobs the Dursleys would give him this year.
The only thing missing was really that they would now lock him back in the closet under the stairs.However, he would now really have problems with making himself at least halfway comfortable in this little room.
A low sigh escaped his lips as he thought that this would be exactly what the Dursleys wanted him to do.
+++ +++
Goyle and Crabbe had just covered themselves up with chocolate frogs and were now holding a special kind of eating contest. Draco felt disgusted by the dark brown stains that had meanwhile covered half of the compartment and he completely lost the desire to eat.
He stood up.
Pansy Parkinson gave him an odd look, but he didn't care. She was his number one admirer, after all, and not exactly the person he wanted to confide in. No, not at all.
Actually, he didn't feel like talking at all at the moment.
Without a word, he left the compartment and walked to the end of the car to the toilet. He put a hand on the doorknob, but he didn't move! // Great!//
He went on to the next car. Past some Ravenclaws, he made it to the next toilet door. He picked up the doorknob again. But this time he held it in his hand.
//O.o ... What's going on here? //
He slammed the knob on the floor so that it ticked a few times and disappeared down the corridor ...
+++ +++
At some point he really got tired of listening to his friends' vacation plans and disappeared from the compartment with the excuse that he had to go to the bathroom. Hermione was kind enough to point out that only the toilet in the last compartment was currently available, as the others were out of order due to maintenance work.
If he was honest, he couldn't care less. But of course he couldn't tell them that.
For the sake of form, he made his way to the other end of the compartment. The main thing is to be far away from the others first.
// I fucking hate my life ... //As soon as he stepped into the last wagon, he was delighted to find that it seemed empty. So he sat down first and closed his eyes contentedly. Perhaps he would be able to enjoy the peace and quiet here, of which he didn't have much left.
+++ +++
When Draco pushed open the door to the last car, he almost tripped over Potter ...
// What the hell? //
"What do you want here?"
// I just want to go to the bathroom! //
Draco unconsciously pulled his wand out of his cloak, a strand of his blonde hair falling unruly into his face.
"Now that we're finally on our way home, I thought I had my peace from you!"
The black-haired Gryffindor opened his emerald green eyes in annoyance and looked annoyed at the blond Slytherin.
"Thank you, Malfoy! As you may have noticed, I'm just sitting here and trying to get some rest, which your appearance prevents again. I can think of better things to do than grappling with you."He hadn't even drawn his wand because Malfoy didn't seem worth the effort of a duel.
"You and quiet, Potter? I always thought you like having a lot of people around you and being able to play the hero!"
Draco strode past Harry further down the corridor. For a moment the rattle of the train was the only sound and now it was clear to him that this wagon was completely deserted. For a moment he was surprised by this fact, since the train was otherwise so crowded. But then he turned back to Harry.
"I bet you'd rather be with Dumbli or what?" he called in a loud voice over his shoulder as he lowered his wand.
"No, more precisely I would prefer to be with Sirius! But unfortunately that doesn't work because of a certain Dark Lord and his rat!" Harry hissed at the other boy.
"Besides, not everyone like you can always run to papi if something doesn't suit him. And if you want to know exactly, no, I don't think it's great to be constantly being besieged and have to play the hero, but unfortunately I can do that mostly do not choose. "So now Draco had done it: he was in a really bad mood.
“I'm running to my father?” Draco glared at Harry, “You have no idea, Potter!”
He raised his wand again and aimed at Harry's head.
"Serpensortia!"
A viper jumped from the tip of Draco's wand and slowly crawled towards Harry.
"Then try Parseltongue, Potter!" Draco exclaimed scornfully, "But with a train full of students that won't do you much good to conjure them up! Or do you know the counterspell?"
“Shut up, Malfoy!” He really didn't feel like talking to Draco any more. So I turned around to look at it.
~ Hello little one ... ~ he hissed softly and just looked at her with a slight smile. The snake seemed slightly confused to be understood.
~ You know me? What's your name, Meisssster? ~ He smiled slightly, he had completely forgotten about Draco by now, and reached out a hand to her.~ My name eats Harry and how do you eat? ~ She climbed onto his hand, hissing softly, and slowly snaked around his neck.
~ Felidea ... My name is Felidea ~
+++ +++
Draco couldn't believe it, wasn't Potter really talking to the snake? Well, he must have underestimated Harry's ability to speak Parseltongue. And he got the feeling that the snake would now defend Harry instead of attacking him, which could be seen from the fact that it slowly wrapped itself around the shoulders of the black-haired boy and calmly placed its head on it.
"Ahem ..." Draco said, clutching the staff a little tighter.
He had long been waiting for
SERAPHIM CALL - LOVE IN THREE ACTS
Part: 1/3
Author: Ayu & Ihu Productions
Email: webmaster@a-story-about-love.de
Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling and unfortunately he'll never be ours either * snif *
Rating: PG-15
Pairing: Draco x Harry
Genre: Shônen-ai, romance
Warnings: Shônen-ai, Death (* hehe * XD)
Content:
Actually, there should be a reason to be excited because the summer vacation is finally starting and the students at Hogwarts are on their way home. Only two - Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy - are in no hurry to return to their families.
But while the Hogwarts Express is on its way to London, Dementors interfere - and make the two of them jump to their deaths - but death is just the beginning!
(Not yet prayed)
ACT 1
The sunlight slowly filtered through the curtains of his green bed curtain. But the five Syltherin boys were already awake and either turned in their beds or hurriedly packed their suitcases.Draco Malfoy had his face buried in the pillow and refused to believe that they would be back in London tonight. But what he dreaded most of all was the banquet that his mother would give - once again - to welcome her son for the summer vacation.
Draco yawned and slowly rolled onto his back as Blaise pulled the curtains aside and loudly asked him to come into the Great Hall.
"It's time to have breakfast!"
Crabbe and Goyle had already run up and somehow Draco wasn’t surprised when they were both so eager to eat.
// I guess I have no other choice! //
He sat up slowly, combed his hair back with his fingers, and began to dress it. Then he followed Blaise up the stairs to the entrance hall, where several students had already gathered.
Somewhere in the distance he also heard Potter and his friends shouting.
+++ +++
This morning was just another one of those days that he wished never would come.That evening he would begin his annual stint as the Dursley's house-elf again. Something he could really do without with thanks. And the promises of his friends that they might bring him home didn't make things any better either.
They just didn't understand and couldn't understand it. However, I was also tired of hearing more expressions of sympathy. So I just sighed in resignation and pulled myself together hard not to roll my eyes.
"Yes .. yes ... yes ... it's okay. I'll survive my vacation. You really don't have to worry about me. I've survived other things, right?"
I knew they hated it when I talked like that, but it only made it more interesting.
Eating my breakfast slowly, I let my eyes slide around the Great Hall. Where I almost exclusively looked into happy faces. And if I was honest, I envied her for it.
+++ +++
Somehow he couldn't really enjoy breakfast.Other than that, it was wiser not to overeat if he was going to survive dinner.
He was already wondering whether he should later place bets with his father on how many courses his mother had ordered from her house-elves.
Of course, Dumbledore gave his annual graduation speech, and as Draco had expected, the Gryffindors were the House Cup winners.
Sighing, he finished his mark and went back to the dungeons to prepare everything for the trip.
But he was still reluctant to think about the vacation at his parents' house, surrounded by high-ranking guests and parties at banquets that his mother arranged. He also disliked the thought that he had to play the good son and that the young daughters of other wizarding families ensnared him.
// I already know why I wanted to go to Durmstrang ... //
He rarely spoke to his Slytherin friends all the way to Hogsmeade and the Hogwarts Express. They would write to him too - of course.But they wouldn't give him an opportunity to escape his Malfoy duties either.
Draco sank heavily into his seat when he had everything stowed away and with a sigh he stared out the window.
// If only the holidays were over so I could finish my last year at this damn school! //
+++ +++
Harry dropped heavily into the seat of the Hogwarts Express. If there was one thing he didn't want now, it was to talk. And apparently his friends even got it this time. Instead of dealing with important "things" like what he could do during the holidays, he rather thought about how high the chances were that he would be able to keep his things this year or whether he would have everything taken off again at the beginning of the school year had to rework everything.
He also wondered what nice jobs the Dursleys would give him this year.
The only thing missing was really that they would now lock him back in the closet under the stairs.However, he would now really have problems with making himself at least halfway comfortable in this little room.
A low sigh escaped his lips as he thought that this would be exactly what the Dursleys wanted him to do.
+++ +++
Goyle and Crabbe had just covered themselves up with chocolate frogs and were now holding a special kind of eating contest. Draco felt disgusted by the dark brown stains that had meanwhile covered half of the compartment and he completely lost the desire to eat.
He stood up.
Pansy Parkinson gave him an odd look, but he didn't care. She was his number one admirer, after all, and not exactly the person he wanted to confide in. No, not at all.
Actually, he didn't feel like talking at all at the moment.
Without a word, he left the compartment and walked to the end of the car to the toilet. He put a hand on the doorknob, but he didn't move! // Great!//
He went on to the next car. Past some Ravenclaws, he made it to the next toilet door. He picked up the doorknob again. But this time he held it in his hand.
//O.o ... What's going on here? //
He slammed the knob on the floor so that it ticked a few times and disappeared down the corridor ...
+++ +++
At some point he really got tired of listening to his friends' vacation plans and disappeared from the compartment with the excuse that he had to go to the bathroom. Hermione was kind enough to point out that only the toilet in the last compartment was currently available, as the others were out of order due to maintenance work.
If he was honest, he couldn't care less. But of course he couldn't tell them that.
For the sake of form, he made his way to the other end of the compartment. The main thing is to be far away from the others first.
// I fucking hate my life ... //As soon as he stepped into the last wagon, he was delighted to find that it seemed empty. So he sat down first and closed his eyes contentedly. Perhaps he would be able to enjoy the peace and quiet here, of which he didn't have much left.
+++ +++
When Draco pushed open the door to the last car, he almost tripped over Potter ...
// What the hell? //
"What do you want here?"
// I just want to go to the bathroom! //
Draco unconsciously pulled his wand out of his cloak, a strand of his blonde hair falling unruly into his face.
"Now that we're finally on our way home, I thought I had my peace from you!"
The black-haired Gryffindor opened his emerald green eyes in annoyance and looked annoyed at the blond Slytherin.
"Thank you, Malfoy! As you may have noticed, I'm just sitting here and trying to get some rest, which your appearance prevents again. I can think of better things to do than grappling with you."He hadn't even drawn his wand because Malfoy didn't seem worth the effort of a duel.
"You and quiet, Potter? I always thought you like having a lot of people around you and being able to play the hero!"
Draco strode past Harry further down the corridor. For a moment the rattle of the train was the only sound and now it was clear to him that this wagon was completely deserted. For a moment he was surprised by this fact, since the train was otherwise so crowded. But then he turned back to Harry.
"I bet you'd rather be with Dumbli or what?" he called in a loud voice over his shoulder as he lowered his wand.
"No, more precisely I would prefer to be with Sirius! But unfortunately that doesn't work because of a certain Dark Lord and his rat!" Harry hissed at the other boy.
"Besides, not everyone like you can always run to papi if something doesn't suit him. And if you want to know exactly, no, I don't think it's great to be constantly being besieged and have to play the hero, but unfortunately I can do that mostly do not choose. "So now Draco had done it: he was in a really bad mood.
“I'm running to my father?” Draco glared at Harry, “You have no idea, Potter!”
He raised his wand again and aimed at Harry's head.
"Serpensortia!"
A viper jumped from the tip of Draco's wand and slowly crawled towards Harry.
"Then try Parseltongue, Potter!" Draco exclaimed scornfully, "But with a train full of students that won't do you much good to conjure them up! Or do you know the counterspell?"
“Shut up, Malfoy!” He really didn't feel like talking to Draco any more. So I turned around to look at it.
~ Hello little one ... ~ he hissed softly and just looked at her with a slight smile. The snake seemed slightly confused to be understood.
~ You know me? What's your name, Meisssster? ~ He smiled slightly, he had completely forgotten about Draco by now, and reached out a hand to her.~ My name eats Harry and how do you eat? ~ She climbed onto his hand, hissing softly, and slowly snaked around his neck.
~ Felidea ... My name is Felidea ~
+++ +++
Draco couldn't believe it, wasn't Potter really talking to the snake? Well, he must have underestimated Harry's ability to speak Parseltongue. And he got the feeling that the snake would now defend Harry instead of attacking him, which could be seen from the fact that it slowly wrapped itself around the shoulders of the black-haired boy and calmly placed its head on it.
"Ahem ..." Draco said, clutching the staff a little tighter.
He had long been waiting for