Chapter 7| Seeing Life

After everything was done in Diagon Alley, Harry and Hagrid went to the Leaky Cauldron for the night. They each had their own room, the half-giant saying he needed his alone time to think things through. Harry was fine with this, as it made sense for the half-giant to require some thinking time. He also wanted his own room, he wanted to speak with someone.

"Evette Weasley, can you come here please?" He hummed to the lonely room. He had already thrown up some privacy and silencing wards. He didn't need some nosy wizard listening in on him and the previous Goddess of Life.

Quickly, the beautiful Weasley appeared her blue eyes now a green tone. She waved eagerly to the powerful wizard before rushing to him and pulling him into a warm hug. The boy closed his eyes and relaxed into it, happily returning it to her.

It took some minutes before the two of them pulled away. This distance being initiated by the Goddess.

"Oui, mon petit?" She tilted her head with a motherly smile. (Yes, my dear/little one?)

The boy smiled back, but he was now focusing on the aura that seemingly flowed from her. It was like a misty vine, reaching and curling around anything and everything. It was gentle though, opaque around her, but translucent everywhere else.

"What's that aura surrounding you? Everyone?" He whispered, tilting his head some.

The Goddess smiled happily, clapping her hands.

"Your eyes! You've unlocked your eyes!' She gave a happy twirl, her green dress/ toga shifting from green tones to more sweet yellows. Then she grabbed the boy's arms in a firm, but kind hold. Her smile never left once. "You see one's life energy! And they're potential~!" She released him to raise her hands above her head, shaking them happily.

The old soul laughed at her enthusiasm She reminded him a lot of his Granddaughter Lilly. She too was just happy and jumping around with excitement. It was nice to see it in someone.

."Alright, that makes sense..." He paused as he sat down on his bed. "When I had gotten my test down, it said I was a Light Dragon Phoenix? And that fifty percent of my fertility was blocked?" He tilted his head at the Goddess, hoping she would have answers.

She gave a low life, a deep blush appearing on her plump cheeks.

"Ah! Tu héritage..." She giggled a little, biting her bottom lip. "Fertilité en premier." She waited for the boy to agree, which he did happily. "Well..." She looked away before giggling some. "You a God of Life! You can... Naturally, give life...L'homme ou la femme." She gave a giggling smile. (Ah! Your heritage...) (Fertility first) (man or woman)

The boy blushed darkly as he hummed lowly. He... He had figured that, but to actually hear it? That was something definitely blush-worthy.

"And the Light Dragon thing?" He hummed, raising his eyebrow.

Her embarrassed look shifted to one of glee.

"Ah! Yes!" She did another jumping dance. "Purebloods have créature hértiage! Three-fourths have possibility of such, others only can supply. L'hértiage gives strength and power to tha wizard." She lightly patted Harry's head, pausing to both let her words sink in and to find her next words. She never really had to communicate outside of French before, so it was somewhat awkward for her to speak. "Ever wonder why you... Die so..." She paused, shifting around some. "Uh... You die so difficult?" She looked at the boy.

Harry chuckled, finding her struggle to be rather cute. There was a reason why he genuinely thought Ginny was a beautiful lady. The Weasleys always had a cute button type of nose that looked so adorable when scrunched up.

"So you're saying that the reason that I didn't die all those horrible times, was because of my Creature inheritance?" She grinned and nodded.

"Oui! It gives perks! Resistance to Fire charms, spells, etc.~ You have wings and tail too!" She spoke happily, nodding her head once more. (Yes!)

The boy blinked some, letting the new information swirl around him. He was pretty sure he had gotten burned before...

*Flashback*

The night was cold and beautifully dark. The young dark-haired man was wrapped in simple jeans and a t-shirt, finding the biting cold refreshing as he lay under the stars. A few of his companions, however, found the cold to be slightly painful. The youngest redheads of the group found it the most annoying.

"Why can't we have a fire? It's not gonna do anything with the sky!" Ron grumbled, wand at the ready.

The young man shook his head, sighing some.

"If you're cold, cuddle with Granger, Weasley. The night's more beautiful without the fire." Draco's voice was as cold as the air around the group, yet Harry had found it to be inviting. He felt a regretful feeling of happiness that it was the Malfoy who spoke up rather than him. He didn't want Ron's annoyance directed at him.

"What do you know, Snake?" The Gryffindor hissed darkly. "I bet you never had to sleep on anything but the finest of silks."

Harry was the closest to Draco, and most used to the dark, so he saw how the young lord winced and his eyes downcasting. Quietly, the boy-who-lived shifted closer to the blond, gently taking their larger hand in his and giving it a squeeze.

Those storm-grey eyes went to his, a confused look on them while the other gave him a sweet smile. A smile that said what Ron thought wasn't what he thought. Harry didn't know why it was important for Draco to know that, but it was.

"Ron," The black-haired man snapped softly, sitting up now, "that was unnecessary. He wasn't rude to you, show him some courtesy."

There was a moment of silence, and naively, he thought that was the end of the discussion. Then came the wordless wave of a fire charm that slammed into him.

*Flashback- End*

The old soul winced as he placed a hand where the burn scar once was. It took him two weeks to get out of the hospital... Ron hadn't shown nor did he say he was sorry, only Draco and Hermoine did.

"You're power was sealed, 'emember?" He was drawn away from the past by the Goddess's voice, a firm grip on his shoulder as a soft finger swept away his tears. He gave a weak smile and nodded. She gave a sweet one back, squeezing his shoulder in a comforting manner. "Call when needed."

With those final words, she was gone in a beautiful light of greens and yellows, leaving behind the faint smell of flowers and a blissful summer's warmth.

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