He wasn’t sure which one of them moved, but suddenly they were kissing. It wasn’t like their first kisses, desperate as if they were pressed for time, but slower, gentler.

 Legs around his waist, fingers twisted in his hair, a gasped breath.

 Draco’s fingers wound themselves through Harry’s long locks.

 “I love you, and I always will even when I’m no longer in this form.” Lithe arms around his neck; a soft and slow dance to no music. He loved this woman in his arms.

 Harry pulled away from him, drawing him underneath the waterfall.

 “I love this forest.” She said lying down next to him, smiling as the breeze played with the bed of flowers they were resting on.  

 There was a cave behind the waterfall. The water got shallow abruptly, just enough for them to find their footing, the water at their necks.

 ‘I’m going to die here…I’m sorry, Aife. So sorry…’ Pain, unbearable pain, not just physical. He knew that this would destroy her, crush her heart and extinguish the fire he loved so much. He only hoped they’d be able to find each other again, with Aife’s stubborn streak he was sure they’d be together again. And with that last thought, peace swept him up into her arms.

 “Draco? You alright?”

 “Aiden? You alright?”

 Draco looked at Harry, who seemed to shift between himself and someone else. His voice and the voice from his memory lined up, matching almost perfectly. Harry’s was deeper, but not by much; but that wasn’t what was similar, it was everything else - the tilt of Harry’s head, the worry shining through his eyes, his green eyes. Draco’s head was spinning, and as an idea came into his head, he briefly thought he was really going crazy.

 “I’m alright… Aife.” He looked up as he said her name, and knew he wasn’t crazy. Harry looked shocked, more then shocked, almost devastated.

 “You haven’t called me that… in a long time.” And as the floodgates opened, everything came back to him.

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 “Alright, everyone shut up.” Harry’s voice was so sharp it could have cut through stone. “I’m going to tell you all about what types of magic you all have. Now, there are eight main types of magic, as divided by Merlin - Healing, Defense, Sensory, Offense, Light, Dark, Elemental, and Objective. People do not just have one out of the eight, often times they have five or six types all jumbled together. It doesn’t mean anything to have all eight types of magic, just as it doesn’t mean anything to just have one.” Harry looked around at everyone briefly.

 “I’ll give you all a quick breakdown of each: Healing is the ability to use your magic for manipulation of the human body; most of the time people with this ability become medical personnel. However, you can also use this ability to stop the lungs from taking oxygen, thus killing someone.” Hermione’s hand shot up into the air, and Harry blinked a few times before calling on her in an amused fashion.  

“So, basically you’re saying that no single ability is just ‘light’ or ‘dark?’ It depends on the person’s intentions?”

 “Yes, even the most harmless of spells – say Wingardium Leviosa – can be used for ill. If you levitate someone off a cliff, for instance, and then let them fall you just killed someone. So, intentions are very important, not necessarily what type of magic you have.”

 “Defense is the ability to defend. Yeah, I know, that needed a lot of explanation.” Everyone laughed briefly at his attempt at a joke. “But, seriously, people with this type of magic are generally very talented at making wards, shields, and cloaking things. For some reason, they also tend to be better liars. Offense is the opposite of Defense; it is the ability to attack. People with this category are good with hexes, curses, breaking wards, and can typically handle a weapon with deadly precision. And, most of the time, they’re terrible at lying.                                                                

“Sensory is the ability to use your senses to your advantage. Empathy, psychometry, dowsing, Legilimency, and the Seer ability all fall under this type. Generally, people with this type of magic have very sensitive nerves; if they were held under the Cruciatus curse their nerves would actually start to disintegrate before they go crazy.

 “The Light and Dark category have nothing to do with a person being ‘good’ or ‘evil.’ It has to do with their natural leanings towards either end of the magic spectrum. Just because something is called ‘Light,’ doesn’t mean that it is ‘good.’ Take the hanging spell, for instance. The hanging spell was designed for the hanging of signs, dead livestock, and cooking utensils. Today, it’s outlawed by our current Ministry because it has been used to hang people by the neck. And, on the flip side, just because something is ‘Dark,’ does not mean it is ‘evil.’ Take the disarming spell. That’s a dark spell, but almost every Auror can attest to using it at least once.”

 “Whoa, wait. The disarming spell is Dark Arts? Are you serious?” Seamus asked incredulously. “There’s no way that’s true; Hogwarts wouldn’t teach it if it was Dark Arts.” Harry smiled at him.

 “Dark Arts is a branch off of the Dark category. The Dark Arts are classified as: ‘Magicks that exploit, harm, influence, or disrupt balance between the planes.’ The disarming spell is not Dark Arts, but it is Dark. It’s like saying that a unicorn is a horse, but a horse is not a unicorn. The Dark Arts also have one other thing that makes them Dark Arts: they corrupt the blood, tainting it. Dark Arts, like everything in nature, has a counter. Their counter is called Magicks of Heaven. Sounds nice and all, but as with the Dark Arts, the Magicks of Heaven corrupt the blood; instead of tainting the blood, the blood crystallizes within the body. Eventually, your body becomes a living stone, trapping your soul inside it forever. We’ll talk more about Dark Arts and Magicks of Heaven at a later date, so just keep in mind what I’ve said about them.”

 “Has that ever happened?” Eleanor’s voice squeaked out, sounding horrified. Harry smiled encouragingly at her.

 “It would have happened to Merlin, were he not murdered. But, I’ll talk about that when I come back to the Dark Arts and Magicks of Heaven. Good question, Eleanor.” The younger girl blushed.

 “Now, Elemental and Objective types are counters to each other. Elemental is using the elements: Water, Fire, Air, Earth, and Metal. Elementals also have better chances of manipulating or distorting time and space. Objective means using objects to do your biding. Telekinesis and other forms of Parapsychology fall under this category. Granted, most objects have the elements in them, but it’s not really the same thing. A door frame is made of wood, but the wood is dead, an Elemental wouldn’t be able to control it the way an Objective would be able to. So, now that that’s all explained, I’ll tell everyone what types of magic they have.”

 “Fred, you’re categorized as having Elemental, Dark, Defense, and Sensory magicks. As Fred’s twin, George, you have Objective, Light, Offensive, and Sensory magicks. Most twins have only one magic type in common, the rest are opposites. That’s how you can tell if two people are true twins or one soul split into two different bodies. Eleanor, you’re categorized as having Healing, Offensive, Light, and Objective magicks.”

 Eleanor squeaked, and Seamus and Dean laughed.

 “Offense? You gotta be joking; she can’t even attack a fly!” They both burst out laughing. As they were laughing, boiling water was flung onto their faces.

 “OW! Damnit, that BURNS!!!” Harry frowned at them.

 “That’s the sting Eleanor feels when her friends make fun of her. Eleanor doesn’t have what it takes to be confident enough to harm those that desire to harm her, but she’ll gain that confidence. And I’m not going to have anyone in here bully her like the rest of the people she may encounter in life. So, knock it off.” The two boys nodded.

 “Now, as I was saying before being so rudely interrupted, Luna you have Healing, Defensive, Sensory, and Objective magicks. Ginny has Offensive, Light, Healing, and Elemental. Notice that even though they only share one type, they have one set of opposites. That means their relationship has a bigger chance of lasting for a long time; that they’re compatible. Of course, that only works if you believe that Magic makes the personality and not the opposite.

 “Seamus, you’re categorized as having Sensory, Objective, and Defense. Dean, you’ve got Offense, Light, and Sensory. Neville, you’ve got Healing, Sensory, Light, and Elemental. Just because Neville has neither Defense or Offense doesn’t mean that he’d be utterly useless in a battle, it just means that his magic isn’t good for one or the other; often times that means one would be equally good at both.

 “Ron, you have Offensive, Elemental, Dark, and Sensory. Hermione, you have Healing, Light, Objective, and Sensory. And there we have the opposites and one set of similar things. Ron and Hermione’s magicks are compatible, but that really shouldn’t shock anyone.” Here, Harry stopped to throw the couple a small grin. A few people snickered.

 “Moving on, Draco, you have Dark, Offensive, Sensory, and Objective. And now for me. I have Dark, Light, Defensive, Sensory, Elemental, and Healing.” Silence followed.

 “Does anyone know why I have a set of opposites?” 

“You’re super cool and powerful?” Fred and George inquired as one voice. Harry grinned at them.

 “Thank you for thinking so, but no, that isn’t the reason. The types of magic you have don’t make you more powerful or weaker then anyone else. Anyone else?”

 “You’re equally good at both?” As soon as Ron said it he frowned. “No, wait… Neville has neither because he’s equally good at both. So, it can’t be that you’re equally good at both.”  

“Very good, Ron.” Hermione’s hand shot up into the air, regardless of the fact that no one had raised their hand prior to her. Harry smiled at her, amused by her behavior.  

“The crystal could sense both in you, like maybe your core is Light but Dark magic has been cast on you, causing it to become confused?” Answering a question with a question was something Hermione really didn’t like to do.  

“That’s the closest to the truth. The reason my magic has both Light and Dark is because my core is Light, but this body is Dark. A little known fact: My mother was adopted, she’s considered ‘muggle-born’ by name only; no one knows what or who she was before her adoption. However, from looking at my body, certain guesses can be made. I prefer bloody meat, I can go long periods of time with no food, I can run faster then a werewolf, my nails are hard and sharp - even though my nutrition history should render them useless- and I can withstand extreme temperatures. This is only possible because this body is part vampire.” Seamus and Dean’s jaws dropped, Eleanor went white, and Ginny and Ron looked like they just solved a puzzle. Harry smiled at everyone.

 “Don’t be alarmed, I’m not after your blood. My mother must have sealed her blood, because mine is sealed as well. Technically speaking, I’m not even enough of a vampire to have some of their natural allergies and you’ve all seen me eat food. I just retain a few of their… quirks.”

 “Sealed? What does that mean?” Eleanor’s soft voice squeaked.

 “Sealed means sealed - to lock something away, but often times not completely or permanently. My mother locked away the vampire side of herself so she could be human, and thus that seal was passed to me. I’m telling you all of this because I trust you, as I hope you all trust me.  

“For me to teach you, you will all need to put your faith in me more then you do now. You will need to trust that when I tell you to jump, I will make sure you land safely. You will have to trust me to dictate your actions in a manner that will not harm you. But, we’ll get to that another time. It’s late and we have classes tomorrow, so meeting adjourned. Good night, everyone.”