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Not A Good Day
One-Shot

This will eventually be in the story ‘A Little Bird’s Tale’. So if you don’t want any spoilers do not read this.

Warning for: the f-bomb (Rayven has a mouth when angry), a bit of blood, and for shounen-ai/yaoi.

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Rayven weaved his way around the corridors and made his way to the Gryffindor Tower’s portrait. It had become a regular occurrence since his 2nd year when Hiro had snuck the smaller Ravenclaw up to his room so they could hang out. With Rayven’s advanced knowledge of spells they were able to get in no problem. Now that they were in their 7th year they had become better at it and they’d plan to meet up outside, Rayven being under the best spell for invisibility that he knew, and Rayven would huddle up behind Hiro as they made their way in. And he would stay as close as possible until they were safely in Hiro’s room. Rayven had become quickly acquainted with Hiro’s room mates how were actually really friendly towards him.

He spotted Hiro immediately, coming down the hall toward him, and as Hiro came toward the portrait Rayven pressed a hand against his back to let him know he was there. Hiro spoke the password and they made their way up to his room. Once inside, Rayven dropped the spell around him and held out the stack of muggle books he regularly gave Hiro as the guy loved everything about muggles.

Hiro grinned and said, “You can just put those away I need to ask Diana for my wand back.”

Rayven’s eyebrow raised at that admission, “What did you do this time?”

The other boy reached up to rub the back of his neck nervously, “I accidentally chucked it at her while trying a new spell earlier, she said she wouldn’t give it back until she was sure I wasn’t going to try it again.”

Rayven gave a slight snort, “There is a zero percent chance of that particular happenstance ever occurring.”

“Hey! Your suppose to be on my side!” He yelled indignantly and Rayven just shrugged.

Pouting the other boy left, leaving Rayven to the task of putting up Hiro’s belongings. Rayven wasn’t OCD but he did think how people treated their belongings reflected their own thoughts on themselves and had a tendency to clean up messes others have left behind. He went even cleaned up the messes of Hiro’s dorm mates, which was one of the reasons they liked it when Rayven visited.

He was going through Hiro’s trunk, something he didn’t usually do but found that it needed cleaning out. Shifting through items a stack of note cards fell into his lap, which had been in small box along with some knickknacks. He reached down to put the items back in the box when a red marking on the back of the note cards caught his attention.

His blood ran cold; his mind already detecting that the red shape was extremely familiar. Slowly turning the stack of note cards over, his eyes locked on a small drawn picture of a cherry. He bit down on his lip and pulled the rubber band that held the cards together. He shifted through the cards, immediately noting that the handwriting on each not was his.

Anger burned through him making his eyes sting and his body tremble. His clenched around the note cards as he read his words over again. Anger was soon followed by sadness, betrayal, and an overwhelming urge to protect himself from all threats. His eyes glowed red and he could feel his creature blood making itself known. Putting a lid on the urge to change into his dragon shape, he listened as he could hear footsteps head up the stairs toward the room.

He didn’t want to take the head off of the wrong person, literally and figuratively, so he waited until the door shut behind the person and a voice that was unmistakably Hiro’s ask curiously, “Are you okay, Ray?”

His trembling became worse as overwhelming anger flowed through him again, again capping his urge to change and burn the place and everyone who threatened him with it. How dare he act like nothing happened when he was keeping this from him? He had let him believe that the person he was in love with would never love him and hated him. He’d let him believe that Marcellus had gotten the note cards all those years ago when in truth he had kept them hidden from him. He had let Rayven believe for years that he would never be with the only person he would ever love. That he would never be with the one that was his soul mate. Sure neither Hiro nor Rayven had known about his dragon heritage or the technical term for what he was being FireBird, but he had still lied to him about something this serious. Instead of keeping his promise and sending these notes along with the cherries to Marcy, he had kept the notes hidden and pretended that he knew nothing was wrong. He pretended that it wasn’t his fault that Rayven was so lonely, and that it was Marcy’s fault. Hiro had blamed it all on Marcellus while he had known this.

Slowly, Rayven turned toward the unfortunate Gryffindor. Hiro tensed but proved smart as he didn’t flinch away, it would have tempted his dragon side to attack. Rayven watched him for a minute, letting Hiro flounder and taking satisfaction in the fact Hiro knew he was in trouble.

Reaching behind him, Rayven grabbed the note cards. He watched the curious but cautious look the other had. Obviously he knew that the half-breed wouldn’t pull out his wand since he could do wandless just as good if not better than he could with a wand.

Hiro’s face paled as he brought out the cards, his expression immediately turn into something between sheepishness and guilt. The expression didn’t soothe the anger in him, if anything it made him angrier.

“What the hell are these?” Rayven asked his voice clipped but not without some anger to it. He may have asked that question but in truth he was asking a different one. Why he hadn’t told him? Why he had done it? But it was a test to see if he knew anything at all about him.

Hiro visibly swallowed but knew that was not what Rayven was asking. If he’d been dumber he might have just answered the question. But knowing the argent haired teen for going on seven years, he had picked up some clues. “I just wanted to protect you.”

“Protect me.” It wasn’t a question and it was said with a venom that made Hiro flinch. “You know very well that I don’t fucking need protecting. I can handle myself in a duel and in an argument just fucking fine, you’ve seen for yourself.”

“He would have hurt, he already has! He could have killed you!” Hiro shouted, face turning red.

“YOU HURT ME WORSE!” Rayven yelled effectively shutting the other up, purple eyes were wide as he yelled, “You! You dragged it out! If I’d gotten an answer straight out from him I would have fucking quit trying! And I don’t care if it had killed me! What you did was ten times worse!! You betrayed my trust!! You violated my trust! You let me believe that the one I love HATES me!!!!!!”

He’d finally said it out loud and Hiro stared at him with wide eyes. He clearly hadn’t thought of that and was surprised. Rayven hadn’t told since he had thought it would have been obvious that he was that and he always like surprising people. Though he did talk about him quite often.

“You have been my best friend for almost seven years and now I’m finding out that you fucking lied to me all those years! You kept it from me and I don’t know how to forgive you for it! If I do forgive you it’s going to take a while for you to earn my trust back! I don’t want to fucking talk to you for a while and you can explain to me then why you thought it was a good idea to hurt me!”

With that Rayven stood, brushed past Hiro, and walked out of the room. He glared in front of him as he walked down the steps and into the Gryffindor common room. Everyone stared at him, but wisely didn’t comment as to why he was in the tower. He felt as if he would attack anyone who so much as spoke to him and it must have showed on his face and in his body language. His dragon was close to the surface, straining to take over.

He headed out of the portrait gaining a squawk of surprise form the Fat Lady as he stormed out. Nobody said anything more then that as he headed to get out of the castle. He needed to get to the Forbidden Forest before he transformed.

As he made his way down the halls, he rounded a corner and into a hard chest. He bounced off and hit the floor hard, the note cards in his hand went flying everywhere. He scrambled to pick them up, mouth opening to cuss out whoever had run into him but a voice cut him off.

“Watch where you’re walking, Little Bird.”

There was only one person that he allowed to call him that. He looked up, his body frozen in the middle of picking up a couple cards. Indeed, Marcellus Sovrano stood in front of him, an annoyed look which changed to a smirk quickly.

“Catching flies, Birdie?”

Rayven quickly snapped his mouth shut before hurrying to pick up the note cards.

He heard an absentminded, “What’re these?”

Rayven looked up and spotted Marcy crouched down, picking up a note card which had the cherry drawing face up. Rayven gaped suddenly afraid. He had originally meant for Marcellus to see these but now that he was reading it, he was so nervous and wanted to snatch the card out of his hand. Instead, he gathered the rest of the cards up and dumped them down in front of the brown haired boy.

Marcy looked up at him in a confused way and Rayven took a minute to admire the older boy’s features. He was the most beautiful person he’d ever laid eyes on, and it wasn’t just his dragon that felt this way. He, Rayven Sabersong, the quiet, odd, innocent looking, book loving, never can put his clothes correctly, boy was in love with Marcellus Sovrano. He had been watching him since the brown haired boy had pushed him over in Diagon Alley before their first year. He had been unconsciously looking for that gorgeous head of brown curly locks everywhere he went and now would be how it ended. Now either Marcellus would never talk to him again or he’d accept his feelings. It was today that everything changed. Rayven just hoped it was for the better.

Rayven stood, “They’re yours. And no matter what happens the truth on the last card will never fade.” He watched as Marcy glanced at the cards, eyebrows furrowing, before he turned and left.

~~

He ran into the trees of the Forbidden Forest. Dodging around the trees and some of the creatures that lived there. None of them attacked, they knew well what you happen if they tried to attack a FireBird. Once he was far enough into the forest that he wouldn’t hurt anyone near the school, he let the change take him.

It was pure agony. The first time had been the worst but it still hurt terribly. Which he supposed wasn’t too surprising since his bones were growing, shrinking, melding together, and some breaking. His muscles stretched, tore, and some grew. His skin stretched, became leathery, and scales spread across it. Wings ripped out of his back and a tail formed from his tailbone. His nails grew into claws. Horns grew on top of his head. Until he became a small silver dragon, probably just the size of a house, with dark red eyes.

He screamed at the pain, his conscious fading in and out through the whole procedure. His dragon instincts took over through the last part saving him from any more pain and he sunk into darkness.

~~

It was hours later, getting close to dark, when his dragon was sated enough for him to change into his half form. His half form consisted of him looking as he did when human but with small stubby horns on his head, small silver wings that could cover his body, a small tail that had three blue and silver feathers on the end, his eyes had a slitted pupil, and his scales were spread from the back of his hands to halfway up his arms, from the back of his feet to halfway up is legs, covering the back of his neck and shoulders, and down his spine was covered in scales.

He limped his way toward the lake, it was always hard to move around after coming out of dragon form He doubted anyone would come out there and managed to find a good cover just in case some did. He couldn’t use much magic just out of dragon form either which left his practically defenseless.

Not caring about that in the least he looked into the water. It was just as he thought. His whole face and his hair were covered in the blood of some creature he no doubt at while he was a dragon. The blood covered most of his bare chest and some on the tattered pants he found after coming out of dragon form. He could even still taste some of the blood in his mouth but tried to ignore if or else risk throwing it up. Which would be much worse.

Some blood was even on his hands. He realized a moment later he had what looked like a spear wound in his side which was steadily bleeding. He wasn’t too worried about it since he had natural healing abilities that would help. And the thought distracted him from the fact that the wound wasn’t healing properly.

He focused on his looks. Taking in his appearance and tears started dripping down his cheeks. How was he going to expect Marcy to love him like this? His dragon wouldn’t hurt Marcy but that didn’t matter. He was disgusting. He was covered in a creature’s blood. Could taste the blood inside his mouth. He had wings sprouting out of his back and a tail wrapped around his own leg. He liked being a dragon but how could he expect someone else to see that he wasn’t something scary or disgusting. He wasn’t delusional that most would be horrified if they knew one of their classmates was a dragon and ate things at night.

How could he expect Marcy to love him?

~~

A figure searched the grounds, trying to find the boy he was looking for. Shimmer, Rayven’s snake familiar, had told him where to go to find him. Heading toward the lake he saw a dark lump on the ground near the edge of the lake. He cursed as he got closer, noticing the blood all over the boy and the grass near him. A wound in his side was bleeding steadily, which worried him immensely.

Biting his lip he still wasn’t sure what to do about what had happened between them but decided to push it away for another time. Lifting the argent haired teen into his arms, finding the other to be lighter than he’d thought, before casting a charm so nobody would notice. He headed quickly toward the hospital wing wondering if he was too late.

Description
Not A Good Day
One-Shot

This will eventually be in the story ‘A Little Bird’s Tale’. So if you don’t want any spoilers do not read this.

Warning for: the f-bomb (Rayven has a mouth when angry), a bit of blood, and for shounen-ai/yaoi.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Rayven weaved his way around the corridors and made his way to the Gryffindor Tower’s portrait. It had become a regular occurrence since his 2nd year when Hiro had snuck the smaller Ravenclaw up to his room so they could hang out. With Rayven’s advanced knowledge of spells they were able to get in no problem. Now that they were in their 7th year they had become better at it and they’d plan to meet up outside, Rayven being under the best spell for invisibility that he knew, and Rayven would huddle up behind Hiro as they made their way in. And he would stay as close as possible until they were safely in Hiro’s room. Rayven had become quickly acquainted with Hiro’s room mates how were actually really friendly towards him.

He spotted Hiro immediately, coming down the hall toward him, and as Hiro came toward the portrait Rayven pressed a hand against his back to let him know he was there. Hiro spoke the password and they made their way up to his room. Once inside, Rayven dropped the spell around him and held out the stack of muggle books he regularly gave Hiro as the guy loved everything about muggles.

Hiro grinned and said, “You can just put those away I need to ask Diana for my wand back.”

Rayven’s eyebrow raised at that admission, “What did you do this time?”

The other boy reached up to rub the back of his neck nervously, “I accidentally chucked it at her while trying a new spell earlier, she said she wouldn’t give it back until she was sure I wasn’t going to try it again.”

Rayven gave a slight snort, “There is a zero percent chance of that particular happenstance ever occurring.”

“Hey! Your suppose to be on my side!” He yelled indignantly and Rayven just shrugged.

Pouting the other boy left, leaving Rayven to the task of putting up Hiro’s belongings. Rayven wasn’t OCD but he did think how people treated their belongings reflected their own thoughts on themselves and had a tendency to clean up messes others have left behind. He went even cleaned up the messes of Hiro’s dorm mates, which was one of the reasons they liked it when Rayven visited.

He was going through Hiro’s trunk, something he didn’t usually do but found that it needed cleaning out. Shifting through items a stack of note cards fell into his lap, which had been in small box along with some knickknacks. He reached down to put the items back in the box when a red marking on the back of the note cards caught his attention.

His blood ran cold; his mind already detecting that the red shape was extremely familiar. Slowly turning the stack of note cards over, his eyes locked on a small drawn picture of a cherry. He bit down on his lip and pulled the rubber band that held the cards together. He shifted through the cards, immediately noting that the handwriting on each not was his.

Anger burned through him making his eyes sting and his body tremble. His clenched around the note cards as he read his words over again. Anger was soon followed by sadness, betrayal, and an overwhelming urge to protect himself from all threats. His eyes glowed red and he could feel his creature blood making itself known. Putting a lid on the urge to change into his dragon shape, he listened as he could hear footsteps head up the stairs toward the room.

He didn’t want to take the head off of the wrong person, literally and figuratively, so he waited until the door shut behind the person and a voice that was unmistakably Hiro’s ask curiously, “Are you okay, Ray?”

His trembling became worse as overwhelming anger flowed through him again, again capping his urge to change and burn the place and everyone who threatened him with it. How dare he act like nothing happened when he was keeping this from him? He had let him believe that the person he was in love with would never love him and hated him. He’d let him believe that Marcellus had gotten the note cards all those years ago when in truth he had kept them hidden from him. He had let Rayven believe for years that he would never be with the only person he would ever love. That he would never be with the one that was his soul mate. Sure neither Hiro nor Rayven had known about his dragon heritage or the technical term for what he was being FireBird, but he had still lied to him about something this serious. Instead of keeping his promise and sending these notes along with the cherries to Marcy, he had kept the notes hidden and pretended that he knew nothing was wrong. He pretended that it wasn’t his fault that Rayven was so lonely, and that it was Marcy’s fault. Hiro had blamed it all on Marcellus while he had known this.

Slowly, Rayven turned toward the unfortunate Gryffindor. Hiro tensed but proved smart as he didn’t flinch away, it would have tempted his dragon side to attack. Rayven watched him for a minute, letting Hiro flounder and taking satisfaction in the fact Hiro knew he was in trouble.

Reaching behind him, Rayven grabbed the note cards. He watched the curious but cautious look the other had. Obviously he knew that the half-breed wouldn’t pull out his wand since he could do wandless just as good if not better than he could with a wand.

Hiro’s face paled as he brought out the cards, his expression immediately turn into something between sheepishness and guilt. The expression didn’t soothe the anger in him, if anything it made him angrier.

“What the hell are these?” Rayven asked his voice clipped but not without some anger to it. He may have asked that question but in truth he was asking a different one. Why he hadn’t told him? Why he had done it? But it was a test to see if he knew anything at all about him.

Hiro visibly swallowed but knew that was not what Rayven was asking. If he’d been dumber he might have just answered the question. But knowing the argent haired teen for going on seven years, he had picked up some clues. “I just wanted to protect you.”

“Protect me.” It wasn’t a question and it was said with a venom that made Hiro flinch. “You know very well that I don’t fucking need protecting. I can handle myself in a duel and in an argument just fucking fine, you’ve seen for yourself.”

“He would have hurt, he already has! He could have killed you!” Hiro shouted, face turning red.

“YOU HURT ME WORSE!” Rayven yelled effectively shutting the other up, purple eyes were wide as he yelled, “You! You dragged it out! If I’d gotten an answer straight out from him I would have fucking quit trying! And I don’t care if it had killed me! What you did was ten times worse!! You betrayed my trust!! You violated my trust! You let me believe that the one I love HATES me!!!!!!”

He’d finally said it out loud and Hiro stared at him with wide eyes. He clearly hadn’t thought of that and was surprised. Rayven hadn’t told since he had thought it would have been obvious that he was that and he always like surprising people. Though he did talk about him quite often.

“You have been my best friend for almost seven years and now I’m finding out that you fucking lied to me all those years! You kept it from me and I don’t know how to forgive you for it! If I do forgive you it’s going to take a while for you to earn my trust back! I don’t want to fucking talk to you for a while and you can explain to me then why you thought it was a good idea to hurt me!”

With that Rayven stood, brushed past Hiro, and walked out of the room. He glared in front of him as he walked down the steps and into the Gryffindor common room. Everyone stared at him, but wisely didn’t comment as to why he was in the tower. He felt as if he would attack anyone who so much as spoke to him and it must have showed on his face and in his body language. His dragon was close to the surface, straining to take over.

He headed out of the portrait gaining a squawk of surprise form the Fat Lady as he stormed out. Nobody said anything more then that as he headed to get out of the castle. He needed to get to the Forbidden Forest before he transformed.

As he made his way down the halls, he rounded a corner and into a hard chest. He bounced off and hit the floor hard, the note cards in his hand went flying everywhere. He scrambled to pick them up, mouth opening to cuss out whoever had run into him but a voice cut him off.

“Watch where you’re walking, Little Bird.”

There was only one person that he allowed to call him that. He looked up, his body frozen in the middle of picking up a couple cards. Indeed, Marcellus Sovrano stood in front of him, an annoyed look which changed to a smirk quickly.

“Catching flies, Birdie?”

Rayven quickly snapped his mouth shut before hurrying to pick up the note cards.

He heard an absentminded, “What’re these?”

Rayven looked up and spotted Marcy crouched down, picking up a note card which had the cherry drawing face up. Rayven gaped suddenly afraid. He had originally meant for Marcellus to see these but now that he was reading it, he was so nervous and wanted to snatch the card out of his hand. Instead, he gathered the rest of the cards up and dumped them down in front of the brown haired boy.

Marcy looked up at him in a confused way and Rayven took a minute to admire the older boy’s features. He was the most beautiful person he’d ever laid eyes on, and it wasn’t just his dragon that felt this way. He, Rayven Sabersong, the quiet, odd, innocent looking, book loving, never can put his clothes correctly, boy was in love with Marcellus Sovrano. He had been watching him since the brown haired boy had pushed him over in Diagon Alley before their first year. He had been unconsciously looking for that gorgeous head of brown curly locks everywhere he went and now would be how it ended. Now either Marcellus would never talk to him again or he’d accept his feelings. It was today that everything changed. Rayven just hoped it was for the better.

Rayven stood, “They’re yours. And no matter what happens the truth on the last card will never fade.” He watched as Marcy glanced at the cards, eyebrows furrowing, before he turned and left.

~~

He ran into the trees of the Forbidden Forest. Dodging around the trees and some of the creatures that lived there. None of them attacked, they knew well what you happen if they tried to attack a FireBird. Once he was far enough into the forest that he wouldn’t hurt anyone near the school, he let the change take him.

It was pure agony. The first time had been the worst but it still hurt terribly. Which he supposed wasn’t too surprising since his bones were growing, shrinking, melding together, and some breaking. His muscles stretched, tore, and some grew. His skin stretched, became leathery, and scales spread across it. Wings ripped out of his back and a tail formed from his tailbone. His nails grew into claws. Horns grew on top of his head. Until he became a small silver dragon, probably just the size of a house, with dark red eyes.

He screamed at the pain, his conscious fading in and out through the whole procedure. His dragon instincts took over through the last part saving him from any more pain and he sunk into darkness.

~~

It was hours later, getting close to dark, when his dragon was sated enough for him to change into his half form. His half form consisted of him looking as he did when human but with small stubby horns on his head, small silver wings that could cover his body, a small tail that had three blue and silver feathers on the end, his eyes had a slitted pupil, and his scales were spread from the back of his hands to halfway up his arms, from the back of his feet to halfway up is legs, covering the back of his neck and shoulders, and down his spine was covered in scales.

He limped his way toward the lake, it was always hard to move around after coming out of dragon form He doubted anyone would come out there and managed to find a good cover just in case some did. He couldn’t use much magic just out of dragon form either which left his practically defenseless.

Not caring about that in the least he looked into the water. It was just as he thought. His whole face and his hair were covered in the blood of some creature he no doubt at while he was a dragon. The blood covered most of his bare chest and some on the tattered pants he found after coming out of dragon form. He could even still taste some of the blood in his mouth but tried to ignore if or else risk throwing it up. Which would be much worse.

Some blood was even on his hands. He realized a moment later he had what looked like a spear wound in his side which was steadily bleeding. He wasn’t too worried about it since he had natural healing abilities that would help. And the thought distracted him from the fact that the wound wasn’t healing properly.

He focused on his looks. Taking in his appearance and tears started dripping down his cheeks. How was he going to expect Marcy to love him like this? His dragon wouldn’t hurt Marcy but that didn’t matter. He was disgusting. He was covered in a creature’s blood. Could taste the blood inside his mouth. He had wings sprouting out of his back and a tail wrapped around his own leg. He liked being a dragon but how could he expect someone else to see that he wasn’t something scary or disgusting. He wasn’t delusional that most would be horrified if they knew one of their classmates was a dragon and ate things at night.

How could he expect Marcy to love him?

~~

A figure searched the grounds, trying to find the boy he was looking for. Shimmer, Rayven’s snake familiar, had told him where to go to find him. Heading toward the lake he saw a dark lump on the ground near the edge of the lake. He cursed as he got closer, noticing the blood all over the boy and the grass near him. A wound in his side was bleeding steadily, which worried him immensely.

Biting his lip he still wasn’t sure what to do about what had happened between them but decided to push it away for another time. Lifting the argent haired teen into his arms, finding the other to be lighter than he’d thought, before casting a charm so nobody would notice. He headed quickly toward the hospital wing wondering if he was too late.