DISCLAIMER: Obviously I don't own any of the characters in Harry Potter or anything belonging to Harry Potter world, it all belongs to the genius who created the world for us to get lost in, the only and only J.K. Rowling. The only thing belonging to me is my new characters who obviously isn't in the original casting of HP and whatever stuff you don't recognized is all from my own noggin. If you have any questions feel free to PM/review me and I can do my best to answer those questions for you. Also on more thing, if anyone is wondering I am Navajo, hence my Navajo character and I did do some research on some of the things that is going to be used through the story. As most of these things are not written in books, and a lot of translation and guessing is going into the traditional part of it. Something are just better left to the imagination then sticking my nose where it doesn't belong.
WARNING: Dark theme/smut/violence/sexual tension/flirtatious banter; if this isn't the type of things you like to read, than this isn't for you. It will also go for later chapters as well.
Also, I want to give a big, big, huge thank you to my Beta: Phoenix Witch. Without you, I wouldn't even know what I am doing. The back and forth through email and messenger to make this happen, thank you so much.
Other than that, please enjoy and review.
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Chapter One
"He's my only son!" cried Narcissa. She sat with her face in her palms, trying to hold back tears. She wanted to keep her emotions in check, but at that very moment, it was impossible when the Dark Lord had marked her son several weeks prior. "How is he supposed to complete his mission when he's still a boy?" questioned the distraught mother.
"It's an honor, sister. Draco is becoming a man." her wild hair older sister Bellatrix said.
"Don't give me that rubbish Bella. He's still a child; he is not even of age yet. This is all of Lucius's doing. I blame him for getting my son involved in all this. How is he going to accomplish this with his father away in Azkaban?" Narcissus sobbed. She got up and walked out of her sitting room, leaving her sister behind.
She was a mother who did not know whom to turn to due to her lack of trust in the people around her. She knew this mission was intended for Draco to fail, to punish Lucius for his failures. She had only one person in mind who could possibly help her. An acquaintance she hasn't been in contact with in a long time.
Narcissa went straight to Lucius's study, sat at his antique oak desk, and pulled out her parchment and quill. She started her letter and upon completion of her letter, called for her elf Shelby. With a soft crack, Shelby appeared before her. "Yes mistress Malfoy?" the small elf inquired as she bowed before Narcissa. "How may I serve you?"
Narcissa sealed her envelop with green wax and signature Malfoy crest and handed the letter to Shelby. "Please take this to the nearest muggle postal office. The person it is addressed to only has muggle post, so an owl cannot cover the distances as well. "Be quick about it, it's very urgent. That is all," Narcissa said as she put away the extra parchment, quill and ink pot. With another soft crackling sound, the elf dissipated to complete her mistress' errand. Now, she only had to wait.
*~AM~*
Some 5,000 miles to the West near Crownpoint, NM, a 15 year old girl stood, looking at an elegant envelope addressed to her mother. She turned it over to look at the wax seal with an ornate capital "M."
"How flippin' weird is this?" she thought to herself. "Oh mother, you have a letter. Who do you know in England?" she yelled as she walked into her living room.
Her mother was a petite woman, standing about 5'2" with short, dark brown hair. Looking over the rim of her glasses, "What?" she asked her daughter.
"I said, who you know in England, Mom. You got a letter from England," the young girl said as she walked toward her mother, holding out the letter.
"Let me see, Shiyázhí." She said as she took the letter from her daughter. She broke the seal and pulled out the parchment paper and began to read the content of it. "Shiyázhí, nizhé'é hagó bidiní." she told her daughter in her native tongue as she released a sigh. The young girl got up and ran outside to the barn where he father was unloading a trailer load of hay. "Dad, Mom said to come inside now. It sounds important!" she yelled as she turned around and went back inside.
"Well, Mom, who is it from?" the young girl asked with her hands on her hips. Her mother looked up at her again from the newspaper she was reading and said, "An old acquaintance." Turning back to her paper. "I will go more into details when your dad gets here." Her mother did not look up from her paper. The young girl sat down on the La-Z-Boy and waited for her father to come back into the house.
Not long after settling down on the La-Z-Boy, her father came into the house. "Haat'íílah?" He said as he sat next to his wife. His wife handed him the letter, and he began to read it:
Hello Eileen,
I know it has been a long time since we corresponded with one another, but I am in need of your help. Would it be possible for you to come to my home here in Wiltshire to discuss some important matters as soon as possible? I know you are very capable of coming here without the help of floo or a portkey.
Sincerely,
Cissy
Her father gave the letter back to his wife and looked at her. "What does that mean?" he asked.
"My dear, which means my friend needs my assistances with something; she wouldn't be asking if it wasn't something of importance. I met Narcissa when I went on an exchange with my university. She's a witch, and she knows what I am or what we are. So, something must be going on for her to need my help or advice," Eileen said to her husband."Shiyázhí, you need to pack some clothing and travel stuff." The young girl looked at her mother confused, "What? Why?"
"Just do it; we are leaving in a bit, so hurry and pack your things," her mother said as she walked out of the living room, toward her room; her father followed her mother as well. The young girl spun on her heel and ran upstairs to her bedroom where she started to grab things and throwing them on her bed. She got her jeans, cotton t-shirts, blouses, shorts, tank tops, underwear, socks, bras, some of her books, sweaters, a jacket, running shoes, flats, and two pairs of her favorite boots. She got her backpack and started putting her books in it. While chanting in her native language, she packed the pile of clothing and shoes into her bag and zipped it up. She grabbed a pair of skinny jeans, an emerald green blouse with black lace overlay and undergarment and ran to the bathroom to take a quick shower.
Twenty minutes later, the family gathered in the living room. Eileen took her husband and daughter's hand in each of her own as red smoke started to rise around them. With a loud snap, they disappeared to Wiltshire, England.
The young girl and her family apparated in a beautiful sitting room. The room was elegantly decorated in creams and whites. The door opened, and a beautiful lady dressed in a knee length dress came walking in. Her hair was white blonde and put in an elegant bun. She had blue-grey eyes and porcelain skin. Eileen walked up to her, her mother looking out of place next to the nicely dressed lady. They immediately embraced each other, and the lady started crying on her mother's shoulder. Eileen rubbed small circles on her back and spoke comforting words in her ear. The lady calmed down, wiped away her tears, and smiled at her mother. "I am sorry. I don't know what came over me," she said as she held Eileen at arm's length. "It's been so long, and you still look lovely as ever Eileen." She had a smile on her beautiful face. Eileen smiled back at her and ushered her family over to her.
"This is my husband, Jeffery, and my daughter, Dezbah," Eileen said to Narcissa. She turned to her own family and introduced the beautiful woman. "This is my friend Narcissa Malfoy."
Narcissa looked over Eileen's shoulder and smiled at father and daughter, "Hello. Welcome to my home." She paused. "I don't mean to rush, but I need to speak to you and your husband alone. There is a study down the hall where we can speak privately. Dezbah, you can wait here for my son; he should be here shortly and may show you the grounds if you like. I can have tea and biscuits brought to you while you wait," Narcissa said as she walked toward the door of the sitting room.
"That is fine," Dezbah said putting her bag down on the floor near a chair. Her parents walked out after Narcissa and a little creature appeared with a tray of biscuits and tea for Dezbah. "Oh my gosh! Hello!" She exclaimed to the little elf. She had read books about wizards in Britain and knew they had house elves rather than human servants. The elf poured her a cup of hot tea and handed it to her. Dezbah put the tea on the side table next to the chair to cool down. She walked over to the mantel and started looking at the pictures that were placed on it.
Draco was in his bedroom when his elf, Willard, appeared with a soft pop and informed him his mother wanted him to keep her friend's daughter company while she spoke to her in private. He made his way downstairs to the sitting room the fetch the girl. Quietly he opened the door and walked into the sitting room, not knowing who he was going to keep company.
Draco entered the sitting room and before him was a tall girl with her back to him as she looked at pictures on the mental. She had long, straight, dark brown hair hanging to her waist. She was wearing black skinny jeans and knee high riding boots. "Ahem," he cleared his throat as the girl turned around toward him. She had light honey brown, almond shaped eyes; it was the first thing he noticed. High cheekbones, a strong jaw line, and a pointy nose. She also had a golden glow to her tan skin from being in the sun and red, full lips. She walked straight up to him and held out her hand. Draco looked at her hand, grabbing it and lightly kissing her knuckles. "Hello, my name is Dezbah," she said, pulling her hand away and wiping her knuckles on her jeans. "My name is Draco Malfoy, welcome to Malfoy Manor," he said in reply.
Dezbah turned and saw a handsome, young man, standing near the door. He was tall and slender, dressed in black trousers and a white button up shirt with his sleeves rolled up to his forearm. She could see a black tattoo on his left forearm as she was walking up to him. "Oh shit! This guy is hot!" she thought. He had grey eyes with flecks of blue, pale porcelain skin, and the same white blonde hair as his mother's. He looked like a model from a high end magazine. He offered his arm to her, and she took it. "While the adults discuss whatever there is to be discussed, would you like to accompany me to the garden?" he asked her. Dezbah was couple inches shorter than he was, making her tip her face upward. She smiled at him and nodded her head.
*~AM~*
Narcissa took Eileen and Jeffrey to her husband's study. Eileen still look the same from the last time she had seen her, only difference was a few age lines around her eyes and mouth and a fuller figure. She had light brown eyes and a pointy nose. Her husband Jeffery was a tall man. Probably as tall as Lucius, she thought, with broad shoulders, dark brown hair, honey brown almond shaped eyes like his daughter's. A handsome man with brown skin. She sat down in Lucius's chair, and Eileen and Jeffrey sat in the two chairs in front of the desk.
"My son has been initiated as a Death Eater. He has been given a mission, an impossible mission, because of my husband's mistakes. The Dark Lord has returned and has asked my son to dispose of the headmaster at his school. I need your help, any kind of help. I know the kind of magic you possess, and I am assuming your husband possesses the same kind since he is here with you," Narcissa said with unshed tears. "My son goes back to school on September 1st, and he will begin his mission then. I know for a fact that this mission is meant to be unsuccessful, for it is meant to punish my husband through our son."
"Where is his father?" Eileen asked.
"He is in Azkaban, which is a wizarding prison in the North Sea," Narcissa replied as she held back a sob. "I don't know what to do; I don't know who to trust for help." Jeffery sat and listened to his wife and Narcissa speak and thought about their home back in New Mexico. He knew his wife and he couldn't uproot their family to come to England. They had their ranch to tend to with over 200 head of cattle, plus their sheep and horses. He knew he couldn't ask his family to take care of them while they were in England. Eileen looked at her husband and knew his thoughts. She knew they couldn't go back and forth to make sure things were running smoothly at home; their ranch was their livelihood. Jeffrey looked at his wife, "We can't move here. We have a ranch back home that we have to tend to on an everyday basis. Although, we can offer our daughter to assist your son in his mission. She will be upset, but I don't want to deny you help when you need to keep your son safe," he said. "She can transfer her schooling to where your son is. She is more than capable, like her mother and I. She has been initiated as well; the type of help you are requesting, she is as highly trained and able as us."
"Are you sure?" Narcissa asked with some doubt in her tone. "Yes we are sure, she is far more gifted than we are." Eileen said proudly of her daughter. "She is capable to do as much as we can and more."
"I will pay for everything for her: her books, robes, wand, anything she needs and desires. I will provide for her. Along with compensation for her assistances. I will open up a vault for her at our wizarding bank. Her wants and needs will be met," Narcissa vowed emotionally.
"You don't have to compensate us," Jeffery said, "We would be honored to provide her to be at services to you and your son."
"I will not have that; Malfoy's pay their debt. This is asking too much, and you will be generously compensated for it. I will treat her as my own," Narcissa reiterated as she got up and walked around the desk. She embraced her friend again as silent tears streamed down her face. For the first time in weeks, she felt relieved that her son was going to accomplish his mission. She turned to Jeffery and hugged him as well and thanked him.
"Shelby," Narcissa called, her little elf appeared with a soft pop. "Mistress called Shelby?" She responded. "Yes, Shelby, where is Draco?" Narcissa asked her elf. "Young master is in the garden with the misses," Shelby said. "Could you tell him to come to the sitting room with Dezbah?" Narcissa requested.
Draco and Dezbah came back into the sitting room where his mother and Dezbah's parents were sitting and catching up. "You asked for us, mother," Draco inquired as he entered. Narcissa introduced her son to Dezbah's parents and informed him Dezbah was needed by her parents. Mother and son exited out of the sitting room to give the family some privacy.
"Shiyázhí, your mother and I are going to be headed home in a bit. I have chores I need to finish, but you will be staying here with the Malfoys," her father told her. Dezbah looked at her father with a frowning brow and narrowed eyes.
"What? Why?" she asked her parents, looking between them.
"They need our assistance, but your mother and I can't uproot our lives to move over here to do what she is asking of us because of the ranch," he said to his daughter.
"What kind of assistances is she asking for? I hope you guys aren't thinking of marrying me off," she said through clinched teeth.
"Don't be silly, Dezbah," her mother admonished "You know exactly what kind of assistances you are to provide. You are as capable as we are to help. You will be transferring schools and be attending school with her son. He has a mission he needs to complete, and his mother knows it's a suicide mission. One where he is expected to fail and be killed in the processes,"
Dezbah's father said in a serious tone. "Ną́' díí k'ad chíínłį́į́dó'. Á'íídąąh niłé'hwíínsin dóó nahaghá áłdó' bíhwįįnłąą'" He gave his daughter a small buckskin bundle he pulled out of his pocket.
Dezbah looked at the bundle and looked at her parents with big eyes. "Are you serious? Shikágí' aadóó nijáádá'" she said to her parents.
"Á'át'ééh biyí'síjáá." her mother said, "Everything you need is in there. We made sure. You know how to get home to pick up things you can't get here. Ashkíí bizhé'é' awáályá'dí sidá, éí shį́į́ béé áká'adíílwooł. Adę́ę́ nidíídlóós."
"Are you guys leaving now?" she asked her parents; they both nodded their heads in response. She hugged them and told them she will miss them and she loved them. As red smoke rises around her parents, Dezbah stepped back with tears in her eyes she watched her parents disparate in front of her.
*~AM~*
Dezbah stood in the sitting room alone with tears streaming down her face. "What the fuck!" she mentally scolded herself as she put the small buckskin bundle in her pocket. She walked over to the chair where her bag was sitting and picked it up. As she slung the bag over her shoulder, Narcissa and Draco came back into the sitting room. Dezbah heard them come in and she wiped her eyes and smiled at them.
"Did your parents already leave my dear?" Narcissa asked as she walked over to Dezbah. "Yes, they had to get back to tend to the ranch and my father has to finish up chores he didn't finish," Dezbah replied quietly. "Let me show you to your room. Your room will be right across from Draco's in the west wing of the manor. You will have your own sitting room and bathroom attached to your room," she said as she turned around and started walked toward the door.
Draco was stunned that Dezbah was staying with them. "What is going on mother?"
"Draco, I want you to tell Dezbah about the mission the Dark Lord has given you. She is going to be here to help you complete your mission successfully," his mother said to him. "She will be attending Hogwarts with you. Tomorrow, we will be going to Diagon Alley to get the both of your school items, robes and her a wand. She doesn't need one, but it's more for appearances than use. She is highly gifted in nonverbal and wandless magic. I am sure she can explain to you how she will be helping you after you carefully explain your mission to her." Draco was speechless. He looked over at Dezbah and wondered how this ordinary girl can help him accomplish the impossible.
"Don't underestimate me, Draco," Dezbah said with a smile.
"Shall we?" Narcissa asked in a manner that required no response as she walked out the sitting room with Dezbah on her tail. Draco followed both ladies out the door.
Narcissa showed Dezbah to her room. Dezbah entered a big lavish room. It had a four post king size bed with lavender colored duvet. There were a cherry oak dresser and armoire, a vanity and bookshelves filled with leather bound books. Attached to her room was a big walk in closet, a sitting room and bathroom. The sitting room was not as big, but it had big comfortable looking chairs and a couch with a fireplace. The bathroom was lavish with marble floors and countertops, a walk in shower with several shower heads, and a bathtub that could fit several people. She walked around her room and put her bag on the bed. Narcissa asked her if she brought any clothing or belongings. Dezbah opened her bag, and everything sprang out of it. Her bed was full of clothing, undergarments, books and shoes. Narcissa and Draco looked surprised at the amount of things she fit in her small backpack.
"Did you put an undetectable enlargement charm on your bag?" Draco asked.
"A what?" Dezbah asked as she sorted through her things.
"A charm to hold all your things," he answered, looking at her bag.
"Oh, no. Ummm, not a charm per se. I don't know what to call it; it's just something I was taught to fit stuff into a small bag. It's more of a traditional chant I use. I don't know how to explain it, but I guess in a way it's like the charm you are talking about," Dezbah replied nonchalantly. "What time is it?" she asked them. Draco waved his wand and the time appeared. It was 10:00pm. "Fuck me! I need to get used the time change; I'm not even tired!" Dezbah muttered to herself. Draco chuckled and walked across to his room. Narcissa smiled at Dezbah and told her they would be leaving early to get their shopping done and get her schooling situated. School started in a matter of days. Narcissa bid her goodnight and left Dezbah room.
Finally left alone in her room, she sat down on her bed, kicked off her boots and picked up a night shorts and tank top from her pile. With a wave of her hand, all her things went flying into the closet and into the drawers. She crawled into bed and laid wide awake trying to make herself go sleep. She tossed and turn in bed and finally sat up. She remembered her bundle in her pants pocket, she got out of bed and took out the bundle and held it in her hand. She always loved the smell of buckskin. She was undecided if she wanted to open up the bundle to check what her parents prepared for her. Finally deciding to wait, she put the bundle in the draw of her night stand. She conjured a small red and orange flame in the palm of her hand to provide lighting and walked to the door. She opened her door and walked across the hallway to Draco's room. She knocked on the door and heard him say come in.
Dezbah entered Draco's room. His room was dark. As she walked in, her flame provided a soft dim light. Draco was lying in bed; he sat up as she sat down at the edge of his bed. His room was similar to hers. "I am not tired; I tried to make myself go to sleep, but I just kept tossing and turning. Were you sleeping?" Dezbah said.
"No, I can't sleep either, but I have a hard time falling asleep, so I lay in the dark until I finally drift off to sleep," he divulged to her. He looked at the flame she had in the palm of her hand.
"Did you want me to extinguish this?" She asked pointing at her flame.
"No, you are fine," he said.
"Okay, I am just going to let it sit here then," as she put her flame on one of the wooden post.
"Will it burn the wood?" Draco asked curiously.
"Oh no, it's just something I came up with for lighting. I don't know if I needed candles or what in my room. I don't see any electrical stuff in my room and figured I just bring my little flame to life," she explained as she eyed her flame.
"What are you?" Draco asked her. "I mean, I know you are not a regular witch like us. So what are you?"
"Well, I know for a fact I am a girl," Dezbah said as she giggled. She knew what he meant, but she enjoyed the confusion written on his face. "I am me; I don't know if there is a word for it. So for now, I am going to call myself a witch. I only know the negative terms they call me and my family, but I don't want to refer myself to that," Dezbah answered as she scooted closer to Draco and put the extra pillows behind her for support.
"How are you going to help me?" Draco asked quietly, showing a little of the vulnerability he felt.
"First, it would help if you tell me what your mission is. Then we can go from there," Dezbah responded as she crossed her arms and stretched out her legs in front of her.
"I was branded with the dark mark several weeks ago, and I was told I had to kill the headmaster at my school. His name is Dumbledore, Albus Dumbledore. Do you know anything about the wizarding war that is going on now?" Draco asked.
"Yes I am aware of it. My mom gave us a brief update on what is going on here and why your mom was asking for our help," Dezbah said as she untangled her hair with her fingers.
"So you know who the Dark Lord is? Draco asked.
"Yeah, well not personally, but I have a small understanding on who this person is," Dezbah said
"Well my mission is to kill his enemy and the one person who will be standing in his way to gain all the power he is seeking. If I don't succeed, it is the end of me," Draco said.
"What the fuck? Are you serious? What the hell did your father do to piss your Dark Lord off to want to have you get killed to punish him?" Dezbah demanded, putting her head back with her eyes close. "I can get your dad out of Azkaban if you want. My mom told me he was in jail or something and to bring him back. But, I need to find out where this place is at first before I can do anything." Dezbah said as she sat up and folded her legs and looked at Draco.
"What do you mean by bringing my father back from Azkaban?" Draco asked, shocked by the revelation of her statement.
"I mean, I can go over there and bring him back. I guess help him escape, well actually just disapparate with him back over here. Not much, but at least he will be home," Dezbah stuttered through her reply as she shrugged her shoulders.
"It's a wizard's prison; it is heavily guarded. You can't just disapparate or apparate at will. There are wards preventing that," Draco said.
"Yeah against your kind of wizards' and witches' magic. Not me, I can practically do as I please. Your magic doesn't affect me as it would do you. Come on, get up. Throw your worst curse or spell at me," Dezbah said as she got out of the bed.
Draco sat stunned and did not know whether to do as she ask or laugh at her response. He got up, pulled on a white t-shirt and grabbed his wand from his nightstand. He stood six feet away from Dezbah, pointing his wand at her. He took a deep breath and asked if she was ready. Dezbah nodded her head.
"Crucio!" Draco said as he felt the magic stir within his core and out his wand. He watched Dezbah as she scratched her forehead and looked at him. "Did you do it?" she asked him.
"How? How did you do that? That is an unforgivable curse; you are supposed to feel so much pain, and how are you just standing there scratching your forehead? How?" Draco asked. Being amazed, surprised, impressed, and shocked were understatement for what he witnessed.
"Like I said, your magic doesn't affect me. All I know is, it's kind of like a universal magic. Blood, earth, wind, water, and fire all rolled into one. We don't go to school for this. My traditional upbringing is from knowledge passed down from generations to generation. I don't have books filled with instructions on how to control or learn how to have the gifts I have. I don't believe in magic. How funny is that? I am gifted as my family and other families. It's a preservation of my language, my culture, my tradition and my heritage. There is always a balance between good and evil. It's all a part of us, but how we tap into them is completely up to us. Like now, you tap into your darkness more than your goodness. I see your aura about you, the changes it makes. The temptation, the lustfulness, the desire and craving you get when you mess with the dark side is appealing. The power you get from it, how it surges from your core and how it makes you feel. You have to counterbalance it with good. I mean it doesn't mean you completely change your way of thinking or whatever, just do a good deed so you don't go crazy. I do, I mean I try to. I love animals, so my good deeds always revolve around animals. However, I am able to help or do something good for them, I do it. I can barely stand people. Do you know what I mean?" Dezbah said as she looked at Draco. "Do you want me to show you what I can do, what you are trying to do with your little stick there, I can do the same kind of. Only if you want to, but it's going to hurt. I am going to guarantee you that."
"Sure, let's see what you are capable of," Draco said as he stood his ground and squared his shoulders.
Dezbah took a deep breath and closed her eyes. She started chanting in her native language and opened her eyes. Draco's eyes widened as he watched Dezbah's eyes dilated and almost looked black. She lifted her hands and balled her fist until her knuckles turned white. With her other hand, she conjured her red and orange flames and engulfed her fisted hand and blew toward Draco. Instantly, Draco felt shortness of breath; he coughed and tried to take deep breaths but could not catch his breath. His body started to tingle, and he could feel his body's core temperature start to rise, his muscles started to tighten, he knees buckled, and he fell forward. He could not make a sound; he tried to scream because of the pain his organs were in. His entire body started to cramp; for the first time in his life Draco wanted to die, to take the pain away and to be relieved of everything.
Dezbah stopped, unclenched her hand and blew out the flame. She watched Draco as he finally was able to gasp for air and his body was still tensed. She walked back into her room, took out her little buckskin bundle from her nightstand and returned back to Draco's room. She sat down next to him and started muttering an incantation in her language, as the buckskin bundle began to grown, she slowly untied the bundle and laid it open, she said the same incantation as her things started to enlarge to their regular size.
Looking through her things, she found the small white buckskin pouch she was looking for. Dezbah licked the tip of her finger as she opened the small pouch. She dipped her finger into the pouch and touched the powered within. She pulled her finger out of the pouch and a grainy yellow powder of grinded herbs covered her finger tip. She kneeled over Draco and stuck her finger in his mouth. "Lick the herbs off my finger," she instructed as she felt him lick her finger. She pulled her finger out of his mouth and stuck it in her mouth, and spittle over his body. "Asdzáá nádleehí biyázhí níídlį́. Naaghéénéézghání níídlį́, Tóbájíshchíín níídlį. Bééshást'óógíí shíkéé, Bééshást'óógíí shíłééh, Bééshást'óógíí shíéé', Bééshást'óógíí shíjééh, Bééshást'óógíí shích'áh, kwit'óa Asdzáá nádleehí bíyázhí níídlį́. Paah, paah, paah, paah," Dezbah chanted in her language. As she said the end of her protection prayer, she slid her hands down Draco's torso and away from his body four times. After the last Paah, Draco sat up and looked at Dezbah in disbelief.
"I am sorry if I scared the shit out of you, Draco," Dezbah said as she started gathering her things.
"What was that?" Draco asked. "What did you put in my mouth, and what were you saying? It made everything go away. Like nothing happen at all."
"The herb is call Ch'íldí'ch'í'í', meaning bitter medicine; it's used for protection to ward off evil and provide instant protection at that moment. Then what I was saying was a small protection prayer for your body, from the bottom of your feet to the top of your head. The paah, at the end is to chase off the evil that was clinging to you. So you're basically good as new," Dezbah said as she busied herself with her things. "I'm not a monster. I saw the fear in your eyes; you may try to hide it, but I saw it," she said quietly as she started to gather her things together. Draco looked down at what she was busying herself with. There were bundles of smaller sized buckskins, folded fur laid out on a bigger buckskin. He knew she had more stuff, all packed inside the bundles. He placed his hand top of hers, and she stopped what she was doing and looked up at him.
"I don't think you are a monster. I was just surprised and shocked; my body didn't know what to do. I never felt anything like that. For a moment, I wanted to die, to end it, so I wouldn't feel what I was feeling. Then for it to instantly go away like nothing happen... It's like I'm doubting myself if it even happened," Draco explained to her.
"That's the purpose. To hurt you not only physically but psychologically as well. To doubt yourself and slowly it starts to eat at you. The doubt I mean. You want to see something cool. Well it's kind of fucked up, but I think it's cool. Its call Naalchi'dí, something like being a spy, but not in human form, kind of like a shadow of my being. I can do it like how I am dressed now, but if I wanted to go full blown Yeenááldlóshí' stats, then I have to do a ritual and pull out my skin I am going to use. Right now I don't have a purpose for it, so I am not going to bother. But I can show you the other one, I just call it shadowing. My mom hates it when I make my own term for what I do. Would you like to see it?" Dezbah stumbled through her explanation to ask while looking at Draco eagerly.
"Okay," Draco said hesitantly.
"Okay, go lay on the bed, like you're sleeping. I am going to sit over here by the bathroom door, so my body won't be in the way," Dezbah instructed as she started picking through her bundles, pulled out a small buckskin pouch, untied it and pulled out a small white looking rock. "This is called dléésh. It's like clay," she said, as she pulled out another flat stone and started grinding the dléésh rock into a white powder. She then summoned a cup of water into her hand. She started chanting in her language as she swirled her finger in the water. After she was done, she dropped several drops of a water on top of the powder and mixed it together, adding more water to make it a thin paste. "Okay, so lay down. Well, go sit over there where you are going to lay down, but you can watch me. But once I stop chanting, you need to lay down and close your eyes," Dezbah said as she walked toward the bathroom door. Dezbah sat down on the floor by the bathroom door, she untied her hair, stretched out her legs in front of her. She held the flat rock with the paste dléésh and started chanting in her language.
Draco sat on his bed and watched Dezbah, listening to her soft voice as she chanted. She dipped her fingers into the paste and smeared it on the top of her feet. Again on her knees, she dipped her fingers into the paste, then smeared it in an upward motion from the top her sternum to the ends of her clavicle. Dezbah than put the dléésh in the palm of her left hand and ran it up her forearm and around her elbow to the outside of her upper arm to her shoulder; she repeated the same process with her right palm. She then smeared it on the top of her left hand than her right, and she ran dléésh along her jawline from the left to her right, under each eye, behind her left ear and her right, then smeared it across her forehead, and from the top of her hairline to the back of her head. She then sat cross legged and closed her eyes once again. She completed her chant, and Draco sat, watching her as a black puff of smoke like substance came out of her and hoovered around her physical form. Draco threw himself onto his back and closed his eyes as he was instructed by Dezbah.
Draco laid on the bed with his eyes closed, and his body started to freeze. He tried to move, but he couldn't move at all. He didn't know if he had his eyes open or close, but he could see a black silhouette of a person at the foot of his bed. He watched as the figure walked around his bed and crouched next to his face. Draco tried to move and make a sound, but nothing was happening. He felt as if he was under Petrificus Totalus spell, as he couldn't move at all. He saw the figure move closer to his face and heard his name. He watched at the figure retreat back to the other side of the room—it was then he was able to move and gasped for air. Dezbah stood up and stretched her back as she reached up toward the ceiling on her tip toes. Draco watched her go into his bathroom and heard the shower turn on. Several minutes later, she walked back out with most of the dleesh washed off her body. "I will just shower when I go back to my room." She said as she sat back down where her things were laid out. She started putting things away and retied her bundle. "So what do you think?" she asked Draco.
"I don't know; it was different. I saw you, but I'm not sure if it was really you though," he said, shaking his head.
"Don't be silly! Of course it was me; well I guess you can say spirit. It was my spirit that came walking toward you. Did you hear your name coming from it?" she asked looking at him.
"Yes I did. I tried to move; I tried to make a sound; I was terrified and felt very vulnerable," Draco said to her.
"I am sorry for making you feel all of those feelings, but it's just what it does. I can't make it stop. This shadowing, the purpose of it is to spy and seek out information. At the same time scaring the shit out that person. It's a feeling you can't even explain and when you say it out loud it sounds ridiculous. I am sure I can use this when we get to Hogwarts." Dezbah said while she brushed out her hair with her fingers. "I think I am going to go to bed now. I exerted myself mentally and magically speaking, and I want to lay down," Dezbah went to sit up, when Draco put his hand on her forearm.
"You sort of scared me. I don't know if it's the after effects, or what, but my heart won't stop racing, and I feel paranoid," he said as he looked at her with pleading eyes. Dezbah smiled at him and nodded her head.
"Let me go back to my room first; then let me get you something that can help with that," she said as she got up and grabbed her buckskin bundle off the nightstand next to her.
Dezbah jogged to her room, and pulled open the nightstand drawer and placed her buckskin bundle in it. She rummaged through one of her jewelry cases and fished out a leather string necklace with an arrowhead made of obsidian. It was the size of her palm, there was a thin buckskin strip tied at the base of the arrowhead; small turquoise, coral, and white shells; and obsidian beads hung off the thin string. She held it in her palm and said a few words in her language, and it glowed red for a second and went back to its original state. Dezbah went back into Draco's room and went around his side of the bed and told him to sit up. Draco did as he was asked. Dezbah put the necklace over his head and held the arrowhead in the palm of her hand. She said several incantations in her language, and the arrowhead shrunk down from three inches to an inch. She let it fall to Draco's chest.
"This is an arrowhead. In my culture, arrowheads are meant for protection. The small beads on it represent the four directions, four elements, four seasons, and the four stones represent the four main clans. Each clan had each stone made into a cane for protection, guidance, and aid for each of them when they needed it. It will protect you from anything I throw at you: spells, incantations, hexes, and whatever dark magic I know. That part of me will not be able to see unless you take that off. I guess in away; you're protected from my darkness. Also, when evil is near or you are threatened by evil or harm, it will enlarge to its original size and protect you. No one will see it but you, but a protective barrier will go around your entire body and absorb any magic that is thrown against you and transfer it to your own magic. Kind of cool how it works," Dezbah said as she smiled at him. She went back around to the other side of the bed and crawled under the covers. Draco did the same getting up and pulling the duvet back to slip under the covers. They laid facing each other with a foot of space between them.
"Fascinating, isn't it?" Dezbah said to Draco, smiling.
"Are you sure you want to give this to me?" Draco asked as he fingered the arrowhead.
"Yes, it's yours. I think I scared the shit out of you enough. For our peace of mind and the things I am going to be doing, it won't have an effect on you. So it is for the better. I am sure a lot of people don't like you at school, so it would come in handy." Dezbah said as she yawned and covered her mouth. "Are you feeling better, though?" she asked Draco.
"Yes, it's like nothing had happen at all." Draco said, astonished.
"Good, now we can go to sleep, I am sure we are going to be busy tomorrow when we have to go shopping for school. I can't believe school is going to start in just a few more days," Dezbah said as her eyes closed. Draco watched her breathing even out and roll to her back, her hair sprawling around her and across her torso. He watched as her chest slowly rise and fell. Draco finally fell into quiet slumber.
*~AM~*
The next morning, Draco woke up with a pair of cold feet pressed against his thighs. He looked over his shoulder and found Dezbah snuggled under the blanket up to hear ear as she was sleeping on her side. He gently pushed her feet away from him and sat up in bed. Draco gently shook Dezbah by the shoulder, telling her to wake up. "Gods, let me sleep for a little more while, Mom. The sun is barely coming up, and I was busy last night," she grumbled as she rolled to her stomach and put her head under the pillow. Draco chuckled and got out of bed and went to the bathroom. He did his morning rituals: took his shower, brushed his teeth, walked into his closet and got dressed.
Draco walked to the bed again, pulled the pillow off Dezbah's head and shook her shoulder. She finally started to stir, "WHAT!" she screeched, rolling over and sitting up. She rubbed her eyes and remembered where she was. "I am sorry. I am not a morning person at all. I'm utterly useless in the mornings," she apologized. She got up out of bed, and stood up, stretching up toward the ceiling on her tiptoes and groaning loudly. Draco raised an eyebrow to her and smirked, "Sorry, I am stiff as a board" Dezbah again apologized, her hair everywhere with knots littering it here and there. "Is there any specific way I need to dress today when we go out?" Dezbah asked from the doorway.
"Not necessarily. I can lend you a robe, but you can wear whatever you want. Since we are almost the same height, one of my robes should suffice until you get your own," Draco answered.
"Oh okay, well I am going to get ready. When is breakfast usually ready?" she asked.
"You have 30 minutes before we are due in the dining room," Draco returned to her while putting on a pair of oxfords.
"Alright, I better hurry my ass then." Dezbah replied as she dashed across to her bedroom and pulled her tank top over her head before she could disappear from Draco's line of sight. All Draco was able to see was a well-toned back and Venus dimples as her shorts sat low. Shaking his head, he continue to tie his shoes and chuckle to himself.
Dezbah hurried and showered, got dressed, brushed her teeth, and brushed her hair. She put on a pair of dark blue skinny jeans, a white sheer blouse with a white under shirt, and brown knee high riding boots. She was still tired, so she just put her hair in a loose braid down her back. She knocked on Draco's open door and walked in. "So are we going to go down stairs?" Dezbah said as she threw herself back down on Draco's bed. "I am still fucking tired, and I don't even want to go anywhere," she whined and sat back up. Draco stepped out of his closet and tossed her a robe she could wear today. "You have anything thinner? I know I am from the desert; but shit, I can't handle the heat to save my life. It is my weakness, and one day is going to be the death of me," Dezbah said as she looked over the robe Draco gave her.
"Those are summer robes' I can cast a cooling charm on it before we leave," Draco offered as he offered his hand to help her up.
"Thanks, sounds like a plan."
After a quick breakfast, Narcissa ushered her son and Dezbah into the sitting room. She gave Dezbah a quick lesson on how to use the floo, and they flooed to Leaky Cauldron. "After I figure out where places are, I prefer apparation than doing that again," Dezbah said as she brushed off the soot. Draco pointed his wand at her, "Scourgify," he said as the soot disappeared from her face and robe. "Thank you," Dezbah said, looking around. Narcissa walked ahead of them out the door and tapped on the wall, which opened up and revealed a busy street.
"I am going to be at Gringotts; I have some business to tend to. Draco, be a dear and show Dezbah around. Don't get into trouble," Narcissa instructed as she walked toward a big marble building located at the middle of the street.
"What do you want to do first? I have my school list, so we can just get double the required items so that you are prepared," Draco suggested as he pulled out his list and looked it over.
"I suppose so. I don't have crap, like I need a wand first so that I won't look like a wierdo, " Dezbah said.
"Right, well let's get all the easy stuff out of the way. First we can go to Potage's Cauldron Shop for your Cauldron; then second we can stop by Scribbulus Writing Instruments for your quills, ink pots, and parchment; last is Slug Jiggers Apothecary to get crystal phials, brass scale and other basic potion ingredients. Usually Snape provides all the necessary ingredients for class though. Next we can hit the bigger shops store the more tedious shopping. Shall we get these smaller items over with?" Draco planned as he offered his arm to Dezbah.
"Yeah, let's get this shit over with. As far as books, can't we just put in an order or something to have them send it back to the manor? I hate crowds, and I hate it when people get in my personal space unwelcomed. I mean you're fine. I just can't do it. I think I have a phobia of some sort," Dezbah spluttered with her nose crinkled.
"Yes, we can do that. I can run into Flourish and Blotts when we head to Ollivander's to purchase your wand," Draco said.
Draco and Dezbah had completed the smaller list of items and made their way toward Ollivander's shop. On their way over, Draco ran into Flourish and Blotts to make his order for their school books. Dezbah stood outside the shop because of the mass of shoppers crammed into the already cluttered book store.
Standing near the entrance, a bushy haired, petite girl pushed past her to catch up to two taller boys: one with raven black hair and the other with red hair. "Excuse me. Sorry," She pardoned herself as she rushed by. Dezbah stepped back against the building to make room.
Draco came back out and headed toward Ollivander's shop with Dezbah on his arm. They entered the wand shop. Mr. Ollivander smiled at Dezbah and asked how he could help them. Draco informed Mr. Ollivander Dezbah needed a wand, and she has never owned a wand.
"You have never owned a wand my dear?" Mr. Ollivander asked Dezbah, aghast.
"No sir. Where I am from, we are highly gifted with wandless magic. Since I am going to be starting at Hogwarts, I figured it would only be suitable to possess a wand as well, like everyone else," Dezbah explained quietly.
"Yes, yes my dear. Let's see. I may have just the wand for you," Mr. Ollivander said as he went to the back of his shop in the same excited ritual as he did with all first wands. Dezbah stood at the counter looking around and saw how cluttered his shop was. Several minutes pass when Mr. Ollivander came back to the front of his shop with a wooden box in his hand. He pulled out a beautiful wand, it was dark brown and had a dragon and Phoenix tail intertwined carved the whole length of it. At the bottom of the handle was a dragon claw carving. As it fit in right hand, the carving wrapped around her pinky, securing it in its place.
"Oh my gosh, I have never felt anything like this. It's like an extension of my arm!" Dezbah exclaimed excitedly, looking at her new wand.
"Let's see how it works for you," Mr. Ollivander instructed.
"Give me a hard one, Draco. I'm too excited to think of one. There is too much magic flowing through my core to do a simple one though," Dezbah said as her hand quivered. Draco stood next to her, thinking of a spell to have her try.
"Try this charm: Expecto Patronum," he said as he stood back.
"Expecto Patronum," she said out loud. A burst of white light came out of her wand, and a white fox came bouncing out of her wand. Jumping and tumbling along the counter. "Oh my gosh, look how cute it is," she said in awe. Draco and Mr. Ollivander were shocked at her full formed patronus.
"Try another one; this time do it nonverbally like how you would use your own magic but with your wand," Draco said.
Dezbah stood back; she waved her wand above her head with her eyes close and open them. Everything started organizing itself: dust bunnies disappeared, papers stacked neatly, the floors cleaned themselves spotless, and the windows became crystal clear. "I am sorry, Mr. Ollivander, but your shopped really needed a late spring cleaning," she said with a smile.
"It is fine, my dear. Your wand is one of the first wands I had made. I have never found anyone who might match up to its core, until today. Your wand is made of Hawthorn wood, 12 3/4, with a unique core. The core of your wand is dragon heartstring and tail of a phoenix. Very special indeed," Mr. Ollivander said. Draco was impressed with her wand. His wand was made with hawthorn as well with unicorn hair as its core. Draco paid Mr. Ollivander, and they both left the shop.
"Let's go to Madam Malkin's for our robes and uniforms," Draco said, offering his arm to Dezbah and smiling as she took it. They both walked down the street together. People were watching them pass by. They entered the shop, and Dezbah looked around at the kind of robes and uniforms Madam Malkin had to offer. Madam Malkin came up to them and greeted them.
"I hate shopping for clothing. Do I have to wear skirts during the day?" Dezbah said with a huff.
"It's recommended for girls. Usually they wear it without complaints," Draco censured lightly, looking through button up shirts and vests.
"Well hell, I'm going to get me some pants; I hate wearing skirts. I don't know how to sit with my legs closed like a proper lady," Dezbah said.
"Excuse me, ma'am. Is it possible to tailor some pants or trousers for me rather than skirts?" she queried of Madam Malkin.
"Yes dear, I can do that. Go ahead and look through the men's section, and we can get them taken done to your taste and specifications."
Dezbah went around the shop picking up trousers, shirts, blouses, vests, robes, dress robes and a couple of skirts with the assistances of Draco. Madam Malkin had Dezbah stand on top of a platform as measuring tapes and needles hovered around her. She had her pants hemmed and tucked in with her first set of pants. The woman made her pants and shirt vanish as Dezbah stood on the platform in her undergarment, causing her to hold her breath in her exposed nervousness.
Draco saw a several boys from school standing at the window looking inside, so he turned around and found what they were ogling. Dezbah stood with her back to the window looking over a pair of trousers. She was only in her bra and panties with her hair hung to her waist, but her lace boy shorts and round bottom was displayed for the world to see. Dezbah had long, toned legs. She squatted down to pick up another pair of trousers, and her hair parted to show the dips of her back and Venus dimples.
"Dezbah, you have an audience," he said as he cleared his throat.
Dezbah turned around to face him, "What?" she asked.
"Umm, you should cover up," Draco said, finding his shoes interesting at the moment.
"It's not like they haven't seen a female body before. Let them stare for all I care," she said as she stood on the platform looking at which one to put on next.
All the commotion outside of Madam Malkin's shop caught the attention of the golden trio. Harry, Ron, and Hermione were walking by on their way to Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlor.
"What is going on over there?" Harry said curiously.
"I don't know, but let's find out." said Ron. Hermione followed the boys as they pushed their way to the front of the shop. Harry and Ron's eyes were big as they looked at a young girl standing on the platform in her knickers and bra. They watched as her hair swayed behind her back to her waist; and when she turned, they got an eye full of how beautiful she looked. Emerald green laced boy shorts and matching bra. It did not leave much to the imagination. Both boys looked at each other with goofy grins.
"Honestly, like either of you never seen a female body before," Hermione huffed. "Is that Malfoy in there?" Their goofy grins turned to scowls, and they turned and continue walking.
"I should collect a galleon from each person ogling me," Dezbah sniped as she chuckled and got dressed.
Madam Malkin got her measurements and pile of clothing. Draco put his pile on top of hers and requested them to be sent to the manor.
"Where is your mother?" Dezbah asked as they walked out of the shop.
"Probably still at Gringotts; she did say she was opening a vault in your name. Since it's in the deepest level, it is usually a process to have them situated everything," Draco responded. "Do you want to have some ice cream or tea?" he asked Dezbah after a pause while they walked.
"Let's have some ice cream." Dezbah said as she looked around to see if she could find the parlor.
"Well look who we have here; it's Malfoy and his death eater whore," a gingered hair boy snarled. "Is this your flavor of the week? Haven't seen her around," He eyed Dezbah.
"Excuse me." Dezbah said as her eyes narrowed. Draco tensed up beside her before spitting out a quick "Shove off, Weasel."
"Guess we hit a nerve with this one," the ginger said.
"Ronald, what are you doing? Stop provoking him." Hermione said, rolling her eyes. Dezbah looked down to the bushy haired girl standing behind the ginger haired boy. "Does she even know what kind of cretin she is hanging around?" Ronald spat.
"Who the fuck are you to talk, Carrot Top? Mind your own fucking business and continue on your pathetic way with your bushy haired girlfriend," Dezbah said calmly and turned.
"She isn't my girlfriend," Ron seethed.
"Ah, I see. At least she has better taste then if she obviously is not your girlfriend," Dezbah said over her shoulder. Dezbah felt the pressure of magic on her back, as it was absorbed into her core. She spun around on her heel and threw Ron into the nearby wall. "How dare you have the audacity to throw a hex at my back!" Dezbah glared at Ron as he was trying to catch his breath.
"What are you doing? Stop it!" Hermione yelled.
Draco gently pulled at Dezbah's arm, "Let's go. I see mother coming this way," he said as he tried to distract Dezbah.
"Keep your fucking dog on his leash, or next time I won't play so nice," Dezbah said to Hermione.
Hermione glared daggers at Dezbah.
"If you knew what was good for you, you would get the hell out of here fucking little cunt and take your fucking weasel with you," Dezbah spat at Hermione.
"What have you done? Turn him back this instant," Hermione screamed as she looked at a red weasel crouching and shaking on the ground.
"The next time you decide to throw hexes at people's back—especially mine, I will make sure you become a permanent pet of mine, Weasel. You would make a fetching weasel," Dezbah said through clenched teeth.
"Oh great! Just what we need! A female version of Malfoy!" Hermione yelled. "Another bitchy, arrogant prat to throw threats in our direction," she snarled as she watched Ron transformed back into himself.
"Don't meddle in other people's business and throwing ridiculous accusations around, especially to those you know nothing about. I'm sure your parents taught you some manners. Believe me you little cunt, I don't just throw my threats around just to say them; I make sure I fulfill them. So run along children," Dezbah taunted said as she grinned at Hermione.
Hermione had unshed tears as she help Ron up off the ground.
Dezbah and Draco walked off toward Draco's mother. "Fucking Weasley and his mudblood always sticking their nose where it don't belong. It's a no wonder no one can stand her. She acts all high and mighty, talking down on people as if she is intellectually superior to everyone else. She's no better than me when I'm sneering at her because of her blood status," Draco stated in annoyance.
"Who the hell are they to judge anyone; calling me a fucking death eater whore. That fucking redheaded bastard and his big ass mouth," Dezbah said as she chuckled. "They know nothing about me to even pass judgment. I should've just left him as a weasel. They would not have been able to turn him back. Whatever. Who are they anyways?" Dezbah muttered out her angry answer as she looked at Draco.
"Dumbledore fucking favorites," Draco said as he continued walking toward his mother.
"Everything okay, dears?" Narcissa asked as she reached Draco and Dezbah.
"Everything is fine, mother," Draco answered as he kissed his mother's cheek.
"Can we go back to the manor now?" Dezbah asked. "Can we apparate back as well? I am not fond of using the floo."
"Yes we can." Narcissa said as she grabbed hold of Dezbah's and Draco's hand and disapparated back to the manor.
*~AM~*
Author's Note:
Here is the translation for the Navajo words:
Shiyázhí – My child, word of endearment to son or daughterShiyázhí, nizhé'é hagó bidiní – My child, tell your father to come in.Haat'íílah – What is it?
Ną́' díí k'ad chíínłį́į́dó'. – Here you will use this now.Á'íídąąh niłé'hwíínsin dóó nahaghá áłdó' bíhwįįnłąą' –You already know how to do this and you learned well.
Shikágí' aadóó nijáádá' – I didn't bring my skins.
Á'át'ééh biyí'síjáá – It's already all in there.
Ashkíí bizhé'é' awáályá'dí sidá, éí shį́į́ béé áká'adíílwooł. Adę́ę́ nidíídlóós. – The boy's father is in prison, you need to help him. Bring him home.
Asdzáá nádleehí biyázhí níídlį́. Naaghéénéézghání níídlį́, Tóbájíshchíín níídlį. Bééshást'óógíí shíkéé, Bééshást'óógíí shíłééh, Bééshást'óógíí shíéé', Bééshást'óógíí shíjééh, Bééshást'óógíí shích'áh, kwit'óa Asdzáá nádleehí bíyázhí níídlį́. – We are the children of Changing Woman. We are Monster Slayer. We are Child Born for Water. Our shoes are arrowheads, our socks are arrowheads, our clothing are arrowheads, our hearts are arrowhead, and our hat are an arrowhead, that's how we are the children of Changing Woman. (Small protection prayer)
Ch'íldí'ch'í'í' – Bitter medicine herb (Used to keep away evil)
Naalchi'dí – Spy or watcher of those who do evil
Yeenááldlóshí – Skinwalker
dléésh – White clay