Elementals of Magic: Prophecy of Lies (Harry Potter, Harry/Draco) [7/36]
Elementals of Magic: Prophecy of Lies (7/36)
Harry Potter; Harry/Draco
PG-13; 13 5000+ words
A 7th year contest causes Harry and Draco to bond, setting off a prophecy long ago stopped by the interference of Sirius Black. A prophecy that told of Voldemort's destruction.
Chapter Seven: Dreams of the Past
Someone was talking to the golden creature Draco saw.
"Can you help me?" The figure asked.
"I will."
"Thank you."
From the voice, Draco could tell it was a woman. She climbed onto the creature's back, and the creature took off, flying away into the clouds. He wondered if the creature was her pet.
The creature flew at an amazing speed. Soon, it started descending and landed next to a cave. The woman climbed off.
"Thank you. Please give my regards to the First."
"I will. Call me anytime, sister. We're always glad to help." With that, the creature flew away.
The woman stood looking after the creature until it was out of sight, then started walking down a path. Soon, Hogsmeade loomed into sight.
The woman climbed down the stile and into Hogsmeade. She made her way to the Three Broomsticks and entered. Her eyes scanned the pub, then made her way towards a teenage girl sitting in the corner.
She slid across from the girl. The teenage girl glanced up. Draco gasped. It was his mother, but a much younger version.
"Who are you?"
For the first time, Draco could see the woman's eyes. The blonde gasped again. It was impossible. Her eyes were Malfoy Grey, the color that only a Malfoy could have for eye color. But his father and grandfather had both been only children. And his great-grandfather's sister had died before she could produce a child. How did the woman get Malfoy Grey eyes?
Narcissa seemed to be thinking the same thing.
"Are you related to Lucius?"
"A bit. But I'm also related to you. A very distant cousin, you might say."
"But wouldn't that mean I'm related to Lucius?"
"Don't worry about it. The last time a Malfoy married a Moore was in the 1200's. The two of you are far apart enough to get married now. Even though I must ask, is this true love?"
"Of course it is. Lucius loves me more than he loves power. But he's already bound to Alexandra Zabini. They are supposed to wed after they finish Hogwarts next year. He says that he'll only have sex with her to create a heir, and I can be his mistress. But my Moore family pride won't allow me to be a mistress. And Lucius will probably be disowned if he does something to Alexandra. So will I, if I marry him. After all, Malfoys are known to be on the other side, and Moores have always been on the side of light."
"Malfoys have veela blood in them, Narcissa. You do too. It might be the veela blood that's attracting the two of you together."
"You have veela blood too, don't you?"
"Yes, but that's not the point. The veela blood might be the reason you two are 'in love.'"
"I know that Lucius loves me, and I know I love him back. I had borrowed one of my friends's Luboball, and I saw Lucius in it. I know it's true love."
"But your family won't approve. Would you rather give up your family and friends or give up the man you 'love'?"
"I'll do anything for Lucius. If I have to give up my family and friends, I will. They should be understanding if they're true family and friends."
"Haven't you heard that Malfoys can't love? They only marry purebloods, and it's for power, status, and money."
"But you do know that all Malfoys are brought up this way. I can tell that before Lucius was brought up to be a Malfoy, he had been very caring and full of love. The Malfoy upbringing pushed it deep down inside him. But it's there. I can feel it, especially when he's with me."
"If you truly believe that he loves you, well, I'll support you whichever way you choose. After all, if it is true love, then you two deserve to be together." The woman gave a short, bitter laugh.
"Something happened to you, didn't it?"
"None of your business," the woman snapped. Narcissa was visibly taken aback. In a much softer tone, she said, "I'd rather not talk about it, not now, anyways. Maybe someday you'll know."
"What's your name, may I ask?"
"Victoria. Call me Vic if you want. The real reaon I came is this-"
Draco woke up. The dream was tantalizingly real. No doubt something from the past. Why had his mother or his father never told him that he was part Veela? Draco rolled over and fell asleep again, to wake up in the morning with the dream still fresh on his mind. However, it fell to the back of his mind as he started to get ready for another day of school.
Harry had woken up at the exact same time. However, he could not understand the woman's talk with the creature, and as soon as he awoke, he had forgotten the dream. All it left was a vague impression.
***
It was Monday, the day for the Animagus Potion. The Slytherins trudged into the classroom, some throwing dirty looks at the Gryffindors, others at Kyon. After all, their Head of House had favored Gryffindor over them!
"As you all know, today we will be brewing the Animagus Potion. The ingredients and instructions are on the board. You will be tested fifteen minutes before class ends." Draco noticed a camera on Kyon's desk. Probably to take a picture of him once he drinks the potion.
The potion was prepared in silence, as always. He and Potter seemed to have come to a silent understanding. Everything will be fine if neither of them talks. It seemed that way to Draco, since Kyon seemed to take points away from Slytherin everytime he opened his mouth.
Fifteen minutes before the end of class, Kyon swept around, watching the results as students began taking their potions. Everyone's potion had worked perfectly except for Crabbe and Goyle's, which turned their bodies into bulls but not their heads, making them resemble the Minotaur. Harry and Draco's potion also worked perfectly, leaving a griffin and a magnificent creature in the two's place.
Kyon quickly took his camera and snapped a photo of the creature. The picture was immediately produced. After class, when all the students had left looking their regular selves (the potion was set for fifteen minutes), Kyon took the picture to Dumbledore's office.
He told the gargoyle the password ("Sugar Quill"). The gargoyle leapt aside. Kyon walked through the gap in the walls and stepped onto a spiral stone staircase, which moved upwards. When he reached the oak door, Kyon knocked with the brass door knocker.
"Come in."
"Dumbledore, here's what I was telling you about." Sirius handed Dumbledore the photo.
"Most interesting. I will see if I can find anything on it. See me on Wednesday."
***
Another one of the creatures flew down toward the woman. They were in a desert. This creature seemed old, wise, as if it had been here since the beginning of time.
The woman kneeled down.
"You can stand up, daughter."
"Thank you, mother."
"Are you here for an oath?"
"Yes, I am. Even though the prophecy says so, I won't take any chances. This is the best way to ensure that if I die, the prophecy will still happen."
"Maybe the prophecy meant for you to think like this. Very well, if you're sure then."
"Yes, I am. Besides, this is not just my test. It's her test, too."
"What a shame her brother loved power more than her. If he didn't, he would have gotten what he wanted."
Then, in a language Draco didn't understand, though it sounded like some Asian language, the woman started chanting. She took out a dagger. It had a bright, sharp, steel blade, much like the minature version of a sword. She put it to her right cheek, beside her eyebrow and slashed dowards, all the way down to her chin. Blood flowed down her cheek, and as Draco watched, the creature began lapping up the blood.
Finally, the blood stopped flowing. The cut glowed gold for a moment, the same color as the creature's scales, before it turned a nasty red.
"The oath has been done. Good luck to you, daughter."
"Thank you, but it won't help. Things will happen as the prophecy says. I can't change it, so luck won't do me any good."
The creature nodded, then flew away into the clouds.
Draco woke up. So did Harry. Again, Harry forgot the dream instantly, especially since he could't understand any of the woman's conversation with the creature, but the same couldn't be said for Draco.
What was her name again? Victoria. Was she one of the creatures but disguised herself as a human? But if that was the case, why would she be related to Father and Mother? Again, the dream was pushed back into his mind as the day started.
***
A much younger version of the woman was at the Library in Hogwarts. As Draco watched, someone took the seat across from her. A very handsome boy, with black hair and green eyes.
"Hello, Tom."
"Hello, Vicky."
"Do you want to stay over at my house during the summer? I'm sure you don't want to go back to the orphanage. My parents won't mind. After all, you're such a handsome boy."
"Thanks. I'm tired of the orphanage. I stayed there for eleven years, before I knew about who I really was and Hogwarts."
"It's ironic, isn't it? At the start of the year, we hated each other. After that one research project for Potions together, everything changed. A Gryffindor falling in love with a Slytherin. Who would have thought?"
"Yes, who would have? Come on, otherwise we'll miss the carriages to Hogsmeade."
The two held hands as they walked out of the Library.
***
The train stopped at King's Cross Station in London. The two took their bags and started walking towards the barrier, waiting in the long line. Finally, it was time for them to cross. The two walked across together. Malfoy Grey eyes scanned the train station before resting on two people.
She led the way while he followed. The two adults swept her up in a hug.
"We've missed you, Victoria. Who's this that you've brought with you?"
"My friend here stays at the orphanage, and I was wondering if he could stay with us this summer."
"Of course! What an adorable boy! What's your name?"
"Tom, Tom Riddle."
Another dream. Another dream from which Draco and Harry awoke. Harry, again, forgot the dream, but Draco lay in his bed, contemplating it. So that was why she laughed at true love. There is no way that she could still be with Tom Riddle/Voldemort. After all, Voldemort is a heartless bastard. With the start of the day looming ahead though, Draco again pushed the dream into the back of his mind.
***
"Dumbledore, have you found anything?"
"No. Why don't you give this back to Mr. Malfoy? I'm sure he has resources that can help him find out."
Kyon reluctantly took back the photo. He walked straight to the Slytherin common room, giving the password. He was in luck. Draco was sitting on one of the couches in the common room.
"The creature has not been identified. I had been told to give this to you because you have resources." The tone was short and clipped. He had hated Lucius, and now, to be dealing with his son as his Head of House. Dumbledore really should have made Remy Head of Slytherin House. After all, he did have that relationship with Snape.
Draco took the photo and looked at it. All of a sudden, the three dreams rushed back into his mind. That woman with the Malfoy Grey eyes, somehow, she's related to those creatures. And Mother was related to her. Maybe Mother knew about these creatures. The identity of these creatures should be solved soon. All thanks to a few dreams.
Chapter Eight
Harry Potter; Harry/Draco
PG-13; 13 5000+ words
A 7th year contest causes Harry and Draco to bond, setting off a prophecy long ago stopped by the interference of Sirius Black. A prophecy that told of Voldemort's destruction.
Chapter Seven: Dreams of the Past
Someone was talking to the golden creature Draco saw.
"Can you help me?" The figure asked.
"I will."
"Thank you."
From the voice, Draco could tell it was a woman. She climbed onto the creature's back, and the creature took off, flying away into the clouds. He wondered if the creature was her pet.
The creature flew at an amazing speed. Soon, it started descending and landed next to a cave. The woman climbed off.
"Thank you. Please give my regards to the First."
"I will. Call me anytime, sister. We're always glad to help." With that, the creature flew away.
The woman stood looking after the creature until it was out of sight, then started walking down a path. Soon, Hogsmeade loomed into sight.
The woman climbed down the stile and into Hogsmeade. She made her way to the Three Broomsticks and entered. Her eyes scanned the pub, then made her way towards a teenage girl sitting in the corner.
She slid across from the girl. The teenage girl glanced up. Draco gasped. It was his mother, but a much younger version.
"Who are you?"
For the first time, Draco could see the woman's eyes. The blonde gasped again. It was impossible. Her eyes were Malfoy Grey, the color that only a Malfoy could have for eye color. But his father and grandfather had both been only children. And his great-grandfather's sister had died before she could produce a child. How did the woman get Malfoy Grey eyes?
Narcissa seemed to be thinking the same thing.
"Are you related to Lucius?"
"A bit. But I'm also related to you. A very distant cousin, you might say."
"But wouldn't that mean I'm related to Lucius?"
"Don't worry about it. The last time a Malfoy married a Moore was in the 1200's. The two of you are far apart enough to get married now. Even though I must ask, is this true love?"
"Of course it is. Lucius loves me more than he loves power. But he's already bound to Alexandra Zabini. They are supposed to wed after they finish Hogwarts next year. He says that he'll only have sex with her to create a heir, and I can be his mistress. But my Moore family pride won't allow me to be a mistress. And Lucius will probably be disowned if he does something to Alexandra. So will I, if I marry him. After all, Malfoys are known to be on the other side, and Moores have always been on the side of light."
"Malfoys have veela blood in them, Narcissa. You do too. It might be the veela blood that's attracting the two of you together."
"You have veela blood too, don't you?"
"Yes, but that's not the point. The veela blood might be the reason you two are 'in love.'"
"I know that Lucius loves me, and I know I love him back. I had borrowed one of my friends's Luboball, and I saw Lucius in it. I know it's true love."
"But your family won't approve. Would you rather give up your family and friends or give up the man you 'love'?"
"I'll do anything for Lucius. If I have to give up my family and friends, I will. They should be understanding if they're true family and friends."
"Haven't you heard that Malfoys can't love? They only marry purebloods, and it's for power, status, and money."
"But you do know that all Malfoys are brought up this way. I can tell that before Lucius was brought up to be a Malfoy, he had been very caring and full of love. The Malfoy upbringing pushed it deep down inside him. But it's there. I can feel it, especially when he's with me."
"If you truly believe that he loves you, well, I'll support you whichever way you choose. After all, if it is true love, then you two deserve to be together." The woman gave a short, bitter laugh.
"Something happened to you, didn't it?"
"None of your business," the woman snapped. Narcissa was visibly taken aback. In a much softer tone, she said, "I'd rather not talk about it, not now, anyways. Maybe someday you'll know."
"What's your name, may I ask?"
"Victoria. Call me Vic if you want. The real reaon I came is this-"
Draco woke up. The dream was tantalizingly real. No doubt something from the past. Why had his mother or his father never told him that he was part Veela? Draco rolled over and fell asleep again, to wake up in the morning with the dream still fresh on his mind. However, it fell to the back of his mind as he started to get ready for another day of school.
Harry had woken up at the exact same time. However, he could not understand the woman's talk with the creature, and as soon as he awoke, he had forgotten the dream. All it left was a vague impression.
***
It was Monday, the day for the Animagus Potion. The Slytherins trudged into the classroom, some throwing dirty looks at the Gryffindors, others at Kyon. After all, their Head of House had favored Gryffindor over them!
"As you all know, today we will be brewing the Animagus Potion. The ingredients and instructions are on the board. You will be tested fifteen minutes before class ends." Draco noticed a camera on Kyon's desk. Probably to take a picture of him once he drinks the potion.
The potion was prepared in silence, as always. He and Potter seemed to have come to a silent understanding. Everything will be fine if neither of them talks. It seemed that way to Draco, since Kyon seemed to take points away from Slytherin everytime he opened his mouth.
Fifteen minutes before the end of class, Kyon swept around, watching the results as students began taking their potions. Everyone's potion had worked perfectly except for Crabbe and Goyle's, which turned their bodies into bulls but not their heads, making them resemble the Minotaur. Harry and Draco's potion also worked perfectly, leaving a griffin and a magnificent creature in the two's place.
Kyon quickly took his camera and snapped a photo of the creature. The picture was immediately produced. After class, when all the students had left looking their regular selves (the potion was set for fifteen minutes), Kyon took the picture to Dumbledore's office.
He told the gargoyle the password ("Sugar Quill"). The gargoyle leapt aside. Kyon walked through the gap in the walls and stepped onto a spiral stone staircase, which moved upwards. When he reached the oak door, Kyon knocked with the brass door knocker.
"Come in."
"Dumbledore, here's what I was telling you about." Sirius handed Dumbledore the photo.
"Most interesting. I will see if I can find anything on it. See me on Wednesday."
***
Another one of the creatures flew down toward the woman. They were in a desert. This creature seemed old, wise, as if it had been here since the beginning of time.
The woman kneeled down.
"You can stand up, daughter."
"Thank you, mother."
"Are you here for an oath?"
"Yes, I am. Even though the prophecy says so, I won't take any chances. This is the best way to ensure that if I die, the prophecy will still happen."
"Maybe the prophecy meant for you to think like this. Very well, if you're sure then."
"Yes, I am. Besides, this is not just my test. It's her test, too."
"What a shame her brother loved power more than her. If he didn't, he would have gotten what he wanted."
Then, in a language Draco didn't understand, though it sounded like some Asian language, the woman started chanting. She took out a dagger. It had a bright, sharp, steel blade, much like the minature version of a sword. She put it to her right cheek, beside her eyebrow and slashed dowards, all the way down to her chin. Blood flowed down her cheek, and as Draco watched, the creature began lapping up the blood.
Finally, the blood stopped flowing. The cut glowed gold for a moment, the same color as the creature's scales, before it turned a nasty red.
"The oath has been done. Good luck to you, daughter."
"Thank you, but it won't help. Things will happen as the prophecy says. I can't change it, so luck won't do me any good."
The creature nodded, then flew away into the clouds.
Draco woke up. So did Harry. Again, Harry forgot the dream instantly, especially since he could't understand any of the woman's conversation with the creature, but the same couldn't be said for Draco.
What was her name again? Victoria. Was she one of the creatures but disguised herself as a human? But if that was the case, why would she be related to Father and Mother? Again, the dream was pushed back into his mind as the day started.
***
A much younger version of the woman was at the Library in Hogwarts. As Draco watched, someone took the seat across from her. A very handsome boy, with black hair and green eyes.
"Hello, Tom."
"Hello, Vicky."
"Do you want to stay over at my house during the summer? I'm sure you don't want to go back to the orphanage. My parents won't mind. After all, you're such a handsome boy."
"Thanks. I'm tired of the orphanage. I stayed there for eleven years, before I knew about who I really was and Hogwarts."
"It's ironic, isn't it? At the start of the year, we hated each other. After that one research project for Potions together, everything changed. A Gryffindor falling in love with a Slytherin. Who would have thought?"
"Yes, who would have? Come on, otherwise we'll miss the carriages to Hogsmeade."
The two held hands as they walked out of the Library.
***
The train stopped at King's Cross Station in London. The two took their bags and started walking towards the barrier, waiting in the long line. Finally, it was time for them to cross. The two walked across together. Malfoy Grey eyes scanned the train station before resting on two people.
She led the way while he followed. The two adults swept her up in a hug.
"We've missed you, Victoria. Who's this that you've brought with you?"
"My friend here stays at the orphanage, and I was wondering if he could stay with us this summer."
"Of course! What an adorable boy! What's your name?"
"Tom, Tom Riddle."
Another dream. Another dream from which Draco and Harry awoke. Harry, again, forgot the dream, but Draco lay in his bed, contemplating it. So that was why she laughed at true love. There is no way that she could still be with Tom Riddle/Voldemort. After all, Voldemort is a heartless bastard. With the start of the day looming ahead though, Draco again pushed the dream into the back of his mind.
***
"Dumbledore, have you found anything?"
"No. Why don't you give this back to Mr. Malfoy? I'm sure he has resources that can help him find out."
Kyon reluctantly took back the photo. He walked straight to the Slytherin common room, giving the password. He was in luck. Draco was sitting on one of the couches in the common room.
"The creature has not been identified. I had been told to give this to you because you have resources." The tone was short and clipped. He had hated Lucius, and now, to be dealing with his son as his Head of House. Dumbledore really should have made Remy Head of Slytherin House. After all, he did have that relationship with Snape.
Draco took the photo and looked at it. All of a sudden, the three dreams rushed back into his mind. That woman with the Malfoy Grey eyes, somehow, she's related to those creatures. And Mother was related to her. Maybe Mother knew about these creatures. The identity of these creatures should be solved soon. All thanks to a few dreams.
Chapter Eight