Amor: Superexaltat Autem Mortis (Hogwarts fanfic)

=HARRY POTTER FANFIC= BASED MAINLY ON BOOKS AND MIGHT NOT BE FINISHED.

Prologue
Harry was silent as he pressed himself against the corner of the box he was in. His emerald green eyes peering out, frightened, as he surveyed his surroundings. He curled up into a ball to convince his mind of having some semblance of control his mind flashed to the events that had put him here, curling in on himself even tighter, shaking. He was an Animagus now, and he didn’t like it as much as he thought he would.

He was a cat, a jet black cat with poison green eyes, the same color of the killing curse, and a patch of dark gray fur on his chest radiating outwards from the center with a jagged outline. “A symbol of bad luck,” He thought bitterly, his ears twitching.

He had found out about Animagi in his first year, curious about about how Prof. McGonagall had transformed from human to cat and back again. Once he found out about people being able transform into animals at will, being able to escape situations that they wouldn’t have as human he was thrilled. He dove into his studies to try and become one.

Though he kept this project a secret from Ron and Hermione, knowing Hermione would try to stop him, or at least insist he get the help from Professor McGonagall and register. He didn’t want to register, if anyone else knew about him being an Animagus then it would defeat the point! The point being that he could escape the worlds expectations of Harry Potter, just for a moment, and see the world through the view of something else.

Well now he was one, and the moment he had transformed for the first time Uncle Vernon had walked into his room calling for Harry to do chores. When he only found an innocent black cat sitting on the bed instead he had muttered something about Harry having enough freakish pets already and decided to dispose of it. Only instead of putting Harry on the streets or taking him to a shelter he had handed him off to Dudley and his gang to practice “asserting dominance on it.”

Dudley and his gang had done that alright, by beating Harry to the point of near death before abandoning him by the road, saying he was “Good as dead so why bother.” Harry was to weak to transform back at that point, even if he was out of view of muggles now and could no longer risk being expelled if he did so. So he crawled into a nearby box and was still there now, almost an hour later, some Gryffindor he was!

“What a beautiful cat!” Exclaimed a voice from above his head. He startled at the sudden noice and unfurled from his ball, hissing in pain at the reopened wounds that ensued from the swift movement. “Oh, pour thing.” The voice said again, this time accompanied by hands reaching down and picking him up.

He thrashed and hissed, struggling to get free from the hands he was sure would not be kind.

“There, there,” The voice crooned, bringing him to their chest and readjusting their grip to keep hold of the angry kitty. “I’m not going to hurt you.” They said, starting to….. Pet him?

He slowly began to relax as he realized that the person holding him meant no harm. He stopped struggling and peered up into the blue eyes of his captor. It was a woman, with long blonde hair and the sharp air of an aristocrat. He meowed questioningly at her, what did she plan to do with him?

“Such beautiful eyes, and that fur on your chest, yes, I think you’ll do nicely. After we fix you up of course,” The woman muttered. She readjusted her grip on him, making sure that he was sadly secured.

Before Harry could even blink everything went black; he was pressed very hard from all directions; he could not breathe, there were iron bands tightening around his chest; his eyeballs were being forced back into his head; his ear-drums were being pushed deeper into his skull and then—

He gulped huge breathes of clean, crisp air and opened his streaming eyes. He started thrashing again as he fought to be free of the person who he had deemed the cause of this. He felt as though he had just been forced through a very tight rubber tube and it was nowhere near pleasant.

He finally managed to break free of the woman’s grip as he tumbled to— Grass?

He looked around, finally realizing that he was no longer at Privet Drive. Or anywhere near it for that matter.

In front of him stood a humungous mansion, surrounded by a hedged garden and, as he looked behind him, a long gravel driveway that descended into woods.

He had been Apparated, that was what the feeling was, and the woman who had found him was a witch.

Chapter One
Harry purred happily as the woman from before petted him. It had been little over a month since she had brought him home and so far it was wonderful. There had been one mishap when he found out that she was really Narcissa Malfoy, Draco’s mother, and disappeared. However she had quickly won him back over when she grew frantic over his absence and devoted the entire day to finding him. She really did care about him, and it was nice, despite it being because she thought he was an innocent cat.

He stretched, shrugging off the stroking hands, and leapt to the floor as a house elf appeared. Its voice wavering as it said, that it was “Time for lunch miss, master Draco is waiting.”

“Thank you Tikky,” Narcissa said primly, standing. “I’ll be down in a minute, you may leave.”

The house elf nodded nervously before apparating away.

Narcissa had been preparing for weeks for Draco’s return, saying that he was on a business trip with his father in France, but would be returning soon for the Quidditch World Cup which was in a few days, apparently that day had finally come.

Harry wasn’t looking forward to meeting Draco. Would he nicer to a cat than he was to the actual Harry? He didn’t really have the best reactions to animals if last year was any indication. He screamed on the ground after doing the exact opposite thing of what they were supposed to do by insulting Buckbeak, and then nearly got the hippogriff executed! If it weren’t for Harry he would have creature murder going against him.

But after becoming friends with Narcissa and remembering the boy he had met in Madame Malkin’s he was hopeful that Draco was a lot better at home than at school when he had to uphold the Slytherin mask.

Narcissa chuckled as she watched him sashay to the door, “Excited are we? Draco was looking for a pet when I found you…. I have to admit that that was actually why I first picked you up. But now, you are so much more than just a pet darling, you’re too intelligent to be passed from owner to owner. It’ll be your choice if you want to go with Draco or not, but if you don’t want to go with him you’ll always be welcome with me.”

Harry meowed happily at that, giving her a distinct nod before pawing at the door. “Let’s go already then!” He meowed.

Narcissa laughed again as she walked over and opened the door, “Alright, alright.” She said fondly, watching him walk down the hall for a moment before coming out, carefully closing the door, and walking down the hall herself.

They quickly arrived at the double doors leading to the massive dining hall. Narcissa took a deep breath before pushing them open with a bright smile, “Draco!”

“Mom!” Said a bright voice as in a flash of black robes and happy steel gray eyes he was there, hugging his mother for all he was worth and looking up at her with a beaming smile. “I missed you!”

Narcissa looked happily down at her son, “I missed you too dear.”

Harry looked up at them with a combination of happiness for them and bitter jealousy. Narcissa and Draco were the perfect picture of a mother and her love for her son, something he wished for with all his heart but knew he would never get. He looked away but his head snapped back when the sound of a throat being cleared echoed throughout the hall.

Lucius Malfoy was standing a few feet away, his steely glare showing just how much he disapproved of his son’s open display of affection as he spoke with a quiet fury. “Draco, always behave with the honor befitting of a Malfoy when there are others watching son, even if the one watching is your father. Save your untimely displays of affection for when you are alone or else I will have to impress upon you just how important it is to behave like Malfoy, again.”

Draco quickly leapt away from his mother, his face flashing with a mixture of pain and unhappiness before settling into the typical sneer Harry usually saw on his face as he said, “Of course father.”

Lucius nodded patronizingly, “Good. Now, Narcissa, you said there was something you had to show Draco?”

Narcissa nodded slowly, her voice calm, even, as she regained her wits. “Yes, I do. Draco, I’d like you to meet Perseus Felis Leonoir, the latest edition to our household. If you both agree then I was thinking he could be your new pet, like you wanted.”

At that Harry padded forward, out of the shadows and into the light. His eyes gleaming as he settled down at Narcissa’s feet, examining Draco.

“I’d warn you to be careful though,” Narcissa added before Draco could even take a step in their direction. “Perseus is a lot smarter than he appears and hurt you if you’re not careful, he doesn’t take kindly to anything he deems an insult.”

“Why would you dare get Draco such a dangerous pet then?” Lucius asked, annoyed. “You should have gotten something more well suited to his…. troubles with respecting animals.”

Narcissa sighed, “Because Perseus can do more than just tell when he’s been insulted. He not only does that but is also is able to read, write, and communicate with other creatures. He is loyal to the point of severe disregard for his own life and has a sense of empathy unmatched in normal animals. I believe that’ll he’ll be the perfect thing for Draco to help him survive the chaos that you made his life. For goodness sake he was smart enough to write out his own name when it came to time to name him!”

Lucius stared at her, dumbfounded, as Draco examined Harry with interest. “Where on earth did you find such a pet? Kneazles are smart, but even they aren’t that smart!”

Narcissa gave him a triumphant smile, “Where I found him is none of you concern.” Harry snorted, yeah, right, don’t tell your husband that you found me abandoned in a box by the road. “What does matter though,” She said, continuing, “is that I found him and he’s perfect for Draco.”

Lucius glared at her, “YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO SPEAK TO ME THAT WAY! I AM LORD MALFOY AND AS MY WIFE YOU ARE REQUIRED TO TELL ME EVERYTHING YOU KNOW!”

Narcissa stared at Lucius for a moment before turning to Draco with a soft smile, “Run along dear, and go get to know your new pet. Your room has been prepared, but I’ll send the house elves down with some lunch as soon as I’m done talking to your father.”

“Now dear,” she said turning back to Lucius, “let’s have a talk, shall we?”

Whatever Lucius’s reply may have been was lost, as Draco carefully gathered Harry up into his arms and fled the room before he could say a word.

After a few minutes of running they arrived, at the one room Narcissa had always kept carefully locked, the one room Harry hadn’t been allowed to go in. Draco clumsily opened the door, keeping careful hold of Harry as he tumbled into the room and strode to the bed. He set Harry down beside him as he sat, tears streaming down his face.

Harry looked up at him, whatever reservations he may have had about Malfoy washed away as he watched Draco cry. Was his home life always like this?

That would have to examined another time, he decided, as he curled up in Malfoy’s lap, quietly purring as he tried to calm down the distraught boy.

“P-P-Perseus huh?” Draco said, giving Harry a watery smile. “Interesting choice, choosing the name of the one who defeated Medusa, queen of snakes. Which ruler of snakes are you going to defeat? My father, Bellatrix, me?” The last part was whispered so low that even Harry’s feline ears had trouble catching it. “Oh Draco,” he thought, looking up at him with pity. In response he leapt off Draco’s lap and onto the floor, making his way over to and onto his desk, where scrolls of parchment were laid out, ready for use. With careful, measured movements he gripped the nearby quill, in his mouth, dipped it in some ink, and wrote, “I’ll defeat whichever snake dares hurt my dragon, that’s a promise.”

Draco walked over to see what he wrote and burst into renewed tears when he saw it.