Disclaimer: Harry Potter isn't mine, not in a million years obviously. The idea for the Drache Seele is original though, hope you guys like it!!
Draco's POV: Summer Assignments
Never before had the weather fit an occasion so perfectly. A storm had been building since early morning, boundary between sky and earth growing darker and more distinct as the Dark Lord's appearance became ever more imminent. When he finally did show up, the heavens simultaneously opened up in a torrential pour with lightning and thunder cutting through it all like a well-sharpened knife. It might seem rather odd since I am a Slytherin, but I sort of missed the sun.
Malfoy Manor was actually quite a beautiful place—the house elves made sure to see to its perfection—but the intricacy of the architecture and the natural wonder of the gardens were lost without light. Unfortunately, it seemed our land and thus house was stuck in a perpetual shade of grey. The brightest thing around usually was my platinum hair, and even that just looked like an ugly muted yellow. It felt like it was only sunny maybe two days a year, which would suit me if I were a sparkling vampire, but I wasn't.
I think my family took the doom and gloom thing of being a Death Eater a bit too seriously. Besides, wouldn't it have seemed less suspicious if we lived in a happy, sunny community? Maybe baked cookies for the neighbor's kids every so often? Then if anyone accused us of anything they could be like, "The Malfoys? Oh, they're such a sweet family! They wouldn't get wrapped up in those dark shenanigans." Certainly would be a lot cheaper and less stressful than buying out ministry officials…
Okay, you're probably wondering by now why I'm sitting pondering nothing at all while the Dark Lord is in my home. It's because I don't want to think about that last part, I'm too nervous.
I was informed several days ago that I was getting a special mission. New Death Eaters never got solo missions unless they were extremely talented or extremely useless (but given one final chance to prove their worth.). This seemed different though. I wasn't allowed in the mission briefing meeting, (which I did not understand at all. Was this some kind of trick I wasn't privy to?) and I didn't think I was useless, and I definitely was not special in anything other than perhaps family name. So why me? I worried until my father eventually came out of the room, expression unreadable.
"Draco," he called to get my attention, walking over, cloak billowing.
"Yes, Father?" I answered.
"I am here to inform you about your task."
"Why are you—" I was cut off.
"Do not question the Dark Lord's methods, Draco, please," he pleaded, an actual look of concern in his eye. Did I mention that this whole business was weird and had me worried? My father never showed any emotion except cool disdain and haughty pride. Part of being a Malfoy.
"What am I to do?" I asked, my voice actually a little bit shaky.
"It is extremely dangerous," my father began. "I will elaborate on the details in a minute, but first your overall task is this: we have a secret weapon that can make sure one Boy Who Lived has… a bit of a title change."
I gasped at the news.
"Yes, it's wonderful!" he exclaimed, some of the haughty pride I mentioned twinkling in his eye, enough that I knew he was genuinely pleased. Then his expression was a cool mask of nothing again, not a good sign. "The trouble is… well, it's actually quite a good plan, but I'm obviously rather torn because—"
"Just tell me, Father!" I snapped. It was not usually something I risked doing, talking to my father that way, but my nerve was all but utterly shot. He looked shocked at my outburst, but did snap out of his stupor.
"You must accompany this weapon to Hogwarts."
"What?" That made no sense. "Hogwarts? Where security measures are at their highest? How—"
"I'm getting to that part. The reason you were not allowed in the briefing room is because the Dark Lord wanted to make sure you were prepared for what you had to do without any unseemly outbursts in front of him. He does value your presence, Draco.
"You see, this weapon is a student."
I opened my mouth to again protest—no student could kill Harry Potter! Not unless it were one of his… his friends?
"Yes, I see you are getting it, Draco. The Dark Lord has… obtained one of Potter's personal groupies. We have genetically modified her so that she is no longer a witch in anything but appearances."
"How does taking away her magical ability help her kill Potter?"
"Patience, Draco, I am getting there." For one telling me to be patient he sounded awfully impatient now.
"She can still do magic. She has remarkable power, is impervious to all spells, and can cast without a wand. Do you know what this sounds like, Draco?"
I racked my brains for an appropriate answer. I didn't think 'impossible' was it. "Improbable?" I quipped, because that was so much better.
"A dragon you fool. We have imbued her very soul with dragon essence, transforming her completely. It is a remarkable feat that out top wizards have been working on all summer long; they have created a new species! No longer human but a Drache Seele, dragon soul… not that those fools at Hogwarts would know the difference, we disguised her aura so completely. There is a small problem of hiding her wings; they can be shrunken down when not in use, but will always float behind her back. But that can be chalked up to a magical tattoo and teenage rebellion."
Well, this was way too much for me to take in, I think. "W-what does any of this have to do with me?"
"Her memory is in bits and pieces right now. Not Obliviated, but damaged from the soul reformation. We don't know how much she knows of her old life, but you. You can befriend her before the school year starts. Fill in enough of her memory to help her pass by. Her family thinks she won a sweepstakes and has been on vacation, but we already implanted that much within her mission briefing instructions as her essence reformed. No, we must continue the assumption of teenage rebellion; she has decided to befriend you, a Slytherin, and that is why she is acting so strangely."
"W-who is she? How does losing Harry's trust help us win?" So many questions were being left unanswered, and for every one that was answered, fifty more questions scrambled to take its place.
"A knife works well for slitting an enemy's throat, does it not? She is a Gryffindor so she can sneak up to the boy's dormitory one night… and if that does not work, well, you heard me praise her fighting capabilities. Once the Dark Lord has risen to full power, his rule of the wizarding world shall be assured!" His enthusiasm would have been infectious were it not a tad overdone—not surprising after so many years of setbacks honestly—and if I were not feeling queasy. Whose life had been destroyed for this? Was it someone I knew?
"Come, let us go meet your new 'friend'," my father beckoned towards the closed doorway he had come out of before. I nervously gulped and then followed him, afraid to look inside.
I stepped in, still afraid, and was looking right into the eyes of one Ginny Weasley.
(A/N: Tell me what you guys thought! I hope you liked it, this idea has been wanting me to write it for sooo long now. I even threw a Twilight reference in there, since it's my other favorite series, if you guys couldn't find it LOL Cookies and hugs for anyone who reviews!! )