Disclaimer: The world of Harry Potter belongs to the wonderful J. K. Rowling.

~*~The Holy Beasts Legend~*~

Chapter One

She still heard the chanting words in her head

Shouts, cries and explosions. Sudden colored lights on the pitch dark sky. The moon was hidden behind the grey smoke which rose from the battle. The castle was being consumed by the fire and it was visible even from deep inside the Forbidden Forest. A woman hidden in a black cloak from head to toe was the only one who wasn't paying attention to the scene in front of her even if the scene was of utmost importance. Instead, she was watching at the castle with a concerned look on her face. Her son was there. Her little baby was there and she couldn't do anything. It was her and her husband's fault he had to live through all of this. She felt as guilty and worried as never before. Her heart thumped madly inside her chest and her eyes were holding back tears of despair. She could do nothing to help him. Nothing.

"The boy… is he dead?," she heard the Dark Lord's cold voice asking.

Her attention returned to what was happening in the middle of the circle formed by the Death Eaters. Harry Potter was lying on the floor, immobile, and the Death Eaters were all silent. She didn't dare to look at Voldemort at first, but then her eyes felt inevitably upon his. She noticed with a fright that he was looking right at her, his eyes redder and his pupils thinner than usual. He suddenly pointed at her with a long skinny finger.

"You." A small shriek came out of her mouth. "Examine him. Tell me whether he is dead."

Breathing heavily, she came forward, all her body shaking in fear. She crouched on the ground and looked at the boy for a moment. She was closed enough to hear him trying to calm down his own breathing. He was obviously alive. He reminded her of her son. They were the same age and both had been through more hardships than they could handle. They both were in danger right now too. She was no longer seeing Harry Potter, the boy who live and the enemy of her Lord, but a young man with a difficult life. Just as her son. She had to do something to help him. She had to save time. She touched his scratched and dirty face with a gentle hand and pulled back an eyelid. She put her hand under his shirt and over his heart. It was thumping as fast as it could, full of life. Maybe her son was also fine. She leaned over Harry even more and let her long blond hair fall to hid them as she whispered so quietly she feared he wouldn't hear.

"Is Draco alive? Is he in the castle?"

But, right after making the question, she felt something changed all of a sudden. Something didn't fit in the picture. She felt Harry's heartbeat slowing down until it didn't beat anymore. She felt his body growing colder under her hand and she saw his face got even paler than it was already. Something's wrong, she told herself. That wasn't what was supposed to happen. Somehow she knew the entire time what was next as if she had already lived that. Somehow she knew Potter should had told her Draco was fine by now so that she could lie to the Dark Lord by saying Harry Potter was dead. But what she was expecting didn't happen. Harry Potter was really dead in fact.

She lifted her head and looked around for her comrades and Voldemort, but was surprised by a sudden darkness. She wasn't in the forest anymore. She was nowhere and she was alone, for there weren't any other Death Eaters and Voldemort had disappeared. In fact there was nothing else there except for her and the dead boy. She looked back at him to find him sitting down with his legs crossed in front of her. What the…?, she thought. He was gazing directly at her, but something was off with him. Something was different from the Harry Potter from before.

"Weren't you dead?" He kept gazing at her, but said nothing. "Do you know what's happening? Is Draco all right?"

Harry leaned his head and smiled, but it didn't make her feel at ease. It was a terrifying smile that didn't reach his evil looking eyes. She shuddered.

"I killed him… Or did you I wonder?," he answered with a sighing voice.

She was startled. She couldn't believe her ears.

"You… I… killed him? He's… dead?" she asked, unable to think straight.

"Look for yourself," he answered, pointing at the ground where his body had been just minutes ago.

Now her eyes widen in shock at the horrible vision that had appeared of thin air. She gasped as her tears started to fall down her rosy cheeks.

"NO!," she shouted.

Her son was lying in front of her. He was all covered in blood that kept flooding out of several open wounds. His grey eyes were wide open and his lips were slightly parted. He wasn't moving at all, lifeless. She launched her arms around him, whispering and sobbing in his ear. She was now covered in blood too.

"No, my love… It can't be… DO SOMETHING, POTTER!" She shouted angrily at Harry, but when she looked back at him she suddenly realized what was off with him. She gasped in horror. That wasn't Harry Potter. She could see it clearly now. That person before her had bloody red eyes, thin pupils and snake-like nostrils. His smile showed some pointy teeth and she managed to see a forked tongue between them. She started to feel dizzy as the man burst out laughing insanely. She felt her head hitting the ground, her ears ringing…

Narcissa's eyes snapped open and found herself looking at the ceiling of her canopy bed. She was out of breath and sweating. She straightened up on her bed and tried to steady her breathing by taking long deep breaths. She put her hand over her heart. It was beating so fast that it hurt. She had a lump in her throat and her eyes stung. She felt the urge to cry and this time she allowed herself to do so. Tears ran down her face as she started to sob in a mix of sadness, anxiety and melancholy. She hugged her legs and hid her face between her arms.

She knew it soon would be over though. Having such nightmares wasn't something new for her. She always dreamed about the battle at Hogwarts and the fear of losing her son. The set up wasn't always the same though. It didn't have to be the time when she lied to save Potter in particular. Even so, the end of the nightmares always ended with Voldemort saying Draco was dead. And that was something she didn't want to see. Even if it was only a dream.

She gave a big sob and lifted her head, eyes, cheeks and nose red from crying. She looked around the dark room. Everything was perfectly decorated in an old rococo style in green, silver and black colours. The furniture was just magnificent and classy; and it only got better as time passed. Not in vane it was one of the top fanciest houses, or rather manors, of the wizarding world.

Her eyes stopped on the portrait on the bedside table: a man with a stern scowl was looking at a younger Narcissa while she was trying to make a seven year old boy look at the camera. Lucius had never been the lovely kind of husband. Instead, he was really strict, dominant and proud. She was the same though, but maybe a bit softer. She wasn't sure if they still really love each other. Even so, they cared for each other and were used to live together to the extent she always felt lonely in her king sized bed now he wasn't there anymore. She then looked at Draco and smile sadly. He already had that almighty attitude of his when he was little. He had grown up in such a fine man and she was really proud of him.

She missed them both, but while she still could go to see Lucius in Azkaban once a month, she couldn't see Draco anymore. He had gone far away after the war ended and now it had been five years since the last time she saw him. She really, really wanted to see him. He is twenty-two now, she thought. I wonder how he looks like, what he does, if he is ok… She started to sob out loud again. It was her fault he had gone away. If only she had protected him. If only she had send him away at the right time he wouldn't had felt the need of disappearing from the wizarding world of England, where nobody wanted him.

Narcissa got up of the bed and approached her dark wooden desk. She picked up a parchment and a quill and started to write a letter. Her hand was shaking and a few tears fell on the paper helplessly, but she kept writing, trying to convey what she wanted to say.

When she was done, she went out of the room and walked through the dark corridors of the manor. She heard the people on the paintings snoring and mumbling in their dreams. She arrived at the owlery in one of the higher places in the manor. Normally, she would have asked a house-elf to send it for her, but she needed to have a little walk. Some owls where sleeping in a ball; some turned to her expectantly. Narcissa picked a brown one and tied the letter to his foot. The owl spread his wings proudly and went out of the owlery through a wide open window. Narcissa reached the window too and leaned against the window frame. She watched as the owl disappeared into the night, wondering where the animal would go. She could see also the big beautiful garden and some lights far ahead of the Malfoy Manor. She felt the fresh air on her face and the wind moved her long blond hair. She felt a bit better after writing to him.

She then turned around and started to go downstairs again. She had almost arrived at her room when something made her froze in shock. She had heard weird noises coming from his husband's study. She approached the door and put her ear against the dark thick wooden door. Some muffled voices reached her ears.

"… I can't find it…" Narcissa's heart raced. He had heard that voice before, but she couldn't remember who he was.

Silence. More weird noises.

"Do you really think it is here?," someone asked. His voice was a bit high-pitched, but surprisingly manly.

"That's what my Lord said."

His Lord? Did he mean…?, Narcissa's thoughts trailed off.

"Maybe your brother would have proved to be more useful than you are," he said, as if he regretted coming with him.

"Oh, so you are so useful, right?," he answered, a bit annoyed.

"We are here thanks to me, remember? Your little wizard's powers alone wouldn't have work."

"Oh, well, you wouldn't be here at all without us, you know?"

The other person snorted.

"You are just a few of… how do you call yourselves? Oh, yeah, Death Eaters. Such a weird name."

Narcissa's eyes widen and her knees started to tremble. Death Eaters?

"We are not just a few. We have a good number, considering the situation, you know?" The other person was about to reply, but he was interrupted, "Wait… I think I know where it is."

The rustle of papers stopped.

"Really?"

"Yeah, inside the Malfoy's secret chamber."

The secret chamber?, Narcissa wondered, surprised. She hadn't been there once.

"That's sounds like a good place to hide something. Let's-"

"We can't," he cut him off in the middle of his speech. "Only those who have Malfoy's blood running through their veins can open it. And I don't even know where it is…"

"That's a problem. Well, the book is not really that important. We do have to find the other thing, though."

A book?, Narcissa thought. And what was 'the other thing'?

"Do you think it's also inside the chamber?"

"Why should I know, Lestrange?"

Narcissa gasped at the sound of that name. Her knee faltered as she knocked the door with it. She froze.

"Who is there?" Both asked, surprised.

In a fraction of a second, the door slammed open and she didn't even have the time to think about escaping away.

The room was all a mess. Papers and books were all over the place. Both men were covered by cloaks, but Narcissa knew for sure now that the shortest one of them was her brother-in-law. He was pointing at her with his wand, but he lowered it.

"My, my, Narcissa. How have you been?" he asked.

She raised her chin, trying to appear confident. Why hadn't she taken her wand before getting into this mess? Oh, right. She was under house arrest. She wasn't allowed to use magic.

"What are you doing here? I thought you were dead."

"No, no. I was just missing," he said, dismissively. "I disappeared of the battle when our Lord died."

Narcissa scowled at him, but she was shaking in fear.

"What do you want?" she asked, crossing her arms.

For her surprise it was the other man the one who answered, his tall and thin figure approaching her.

"You are wearing it," he had a delicate voice and a strange accent.

Narcissa blinked, confused, and let her arms fall at her sides.

"What are you talking about? What do you want?"

"I've said it. You are wearing it." The man took some more steps towards her and reached out his arm. "Give it to me."

Narcissa stepped back, scared. How could she defend herself without a wand?

"I don't know what you mean!," she exclaimed, out of fear. "Tweny! Tweny!," she called for her house-elf, but she didn't appear.

"She won't come. She doesn't obey you anymore. Now, give it to me. The Ring of the Green Priest."

Narcissa touched her fingers instinctively. She was certainly wearing a ring, but…

"You must be mistaken. This is my wedding ring."

"Her wedding ring?" Lestrange asked him, shocked. "Is that the one?" The other man nodded. "I wouldn't have imagined it."

"It doesn't belong to you, you know?" the tall man said to Narcissa.

She felt suddenly outraged.

"That's not true! It's been in my husband's family since…"

"Enough!," he shouted angrily all of a sudden, and Narcissa stopped talking immediately. "I don't have time for this crap."

He raised his slender right arm towards Narcissa and she noticed he didn't have a wand. Even so, she stepped back again, but she didn't dare to run away. Or maybe her body was frozen with fear.

"No, wait… please. I-I don't know what this is all about… I…"

"I don't care."

He started to move his hand in circles while chanting something in a language Narcissa didn't recognize. Her mind got blurrier and her body grew heavier as she listened to his mutter words. She felt sleepy. She fought against her eyelids, trying not to close her eyes.

"What… are… you… do-doing?," she said, gasping. She couldn't talk properly.

"I wanted to ask the same question," Lestrange said, impassive. What was happening in front of him didn't bother him.

"Just killing two birds with one stone."

Narcissa's breathing got irregular and her heart rate slowed down. She suddenly realized she was on her knees and couldn't help falling all the way down on the black cold floor. Her legs couldn't support her weight. She closed her eyes, unable to keep them open any longer, but she still could hear his mutter words. She noticed someone taking her ring off of her finger, but she couldn't defend herself.

Suddenly, she heard a popping sound followed by a huge explosion. Narcissa felt the heat wave for an instant and then she forced herself to open her eyes. The tremendous sound of the explosion had cleared her mind a bit, but she still was sleepy and weak. She looked around, her sight starting to get blurry already. The two men were gone. She saw Tweny at her side. She was dead. Narcissa felt a sharp pain in her chest, but she didn't have time to mourn the death of her dearly house-elf. She still heard the chanting words in her head. She didn't know what he had done to her, but she knew she was about to collapse. Or maybe die? Luckily, there was a quill lying on the floor near her. Thank goodness they left the room in a mess. She reached for it, her arm heavier than ever, but she still managed to take it. She started to write blindly, her vision completely blurred now. She wouldn't make it. She wouldn't write everything she wanted. She felt her head touching the cold floor as she fell into unconsciousness.

However, she still had time to write two words.

oO0OoO0Oo0O0o~

Harry Potter exited out of the lift at the Department of Law Enforcement's floor. He greeted a few people and went straight to the Aurors Office. There was nobody there. He frowned. It was a bit strange since it was already 10 in the morning. In fact, today he was late. He kept walking through the desks full of papers and stopped in front of his private office. There was a plaque on the door that read:

Harry Potter

Head Of Aurors

He looked at the plaque a bit wary. It had been a year since he had been promoted and still he didn't quite believe it. He felt heavy having such a great responsibility and got easily surprised by how people followed his orders without thinking twice. Even people who weren't under his orders listened to what he had to say. He was certainly a respected figure in the wizarding world. But he truly liked his job anyway. In essence, he was the same Harry Potter as always. Sure, he was a bit more mature and wiser, but still the same. He looked older too, but it fitted him. He looked more handsome than before.

He put his hand on the handle and was about to turn it when someone opened the door front the inside. Harry's hand slip down and he found himself right in front of Theodore Nott. Theodore Nott looked surprised as well, but he soon recovered and started to talk in a rush:

"Merlin! You are here at last! We've been trying to contact you since a few hours ago! Where have you been?"

"Er… I was… busy." He blushed a bit. He didn't need to explain further.

"Whatever. Something has happened. Narcissa Malfoy was attacked early this morning."

"What?," he asked, flabbergasted. "Narcissa Malfoy?"

"That's right!"

"Then we should go there immediately, right?," Harry said, ready to leave, but Theo stopped him.

"The aurors are almost done by now. And besides, Ron is in charge, so the investigation will go smoothly."

Harry thought for a moment and sighed. He probably was right. It wasn't that he didn't trust Ron. Far from that. He just liked to be where the action took place so he would be useful.

"Well, tell me the rest of it? Is she ok?," he asked, concerned.

"Well, she is not dead at least. But I don't really know because the healers were still working on her when I came back."

Harry nodded, still worried about the woman who had saved him at the battle of Hogwarts. She seemed to be alive at least. He finally entered his office and sat down on his chair. He invited Teo to enter as well.

"Tell me everything."

Theo sat in front of him. He had dark shadows under his vivid black eyes and his black hair was unkempt.

"Well, about 4 o'clock in the morning we received an urgent message saying the guardian spells we had put at Malfoy Manor had fallen. The aurors on night duty tried to contact you immediately by the floo net, but since yours was closed, they called Ron and owled you before leaving. He sent me back here an hour ago to wait for you since you hadn't answered."

Harry suddenly felt guilty for neglecting his responsibilities. At 4 o'clock he was still with Ginny and then he overslept. No wonder why they couldn't contact him. He probably didn't notice the owl because he had been too distracted for that and he had also closed his floo net. He never did that kind of thing during the week because he had to work. But yesterday it just… happened.

"I'm sorry about that." Teo just nodded and Harry continued. "How can that be? Narcissa Malfoy is still under house arrest. Weren't our guards supposed to be 100% effective?," he asked, stunned.

"Well, you know about house-elves' magic being different from ours, right?"

"Yeah…" he wondered where the conversation was heading. He suddenly remembered Hermione and her thing for house-elves.

"We believe it was her house-elf's magic that made our guards fall."

Harry blinked, confuse.

"Why is that?."

"We found a house-elf lying next to Narcissa's unconscious body. She was dead. She didn't have any wounds so it's more likely she exhausted herself to death while trying to protect her Mistress from whoever attacked them. The corridor in front of them was burned as if it had exploded or something like that. Probably due to the house-elf's magic."

Harry felt sad for the house-elf. She reminded him of Dobby, who also had died to save him. Something always pained in his chest when he remembered his little friend. To tell the truth, he also admired house-elves.

"What about the attacker?," he asked then.

"We don't know much for now. But if the investigation really proved the guards fall because of the house-elf, then that'd mean the attacker managed to come into the property without being noticed. And that's not good." Harry nodded and passed his hand through his hair, thoughtful.

Then the door opened and Ron was standing under the frame. He looked tired. He also had rings under his eyes and his hair was messy, but he smiled when he saw his friend. Ron stepped out of the frame for a moment and said to the three other aurors who had come with him:

"Harry is here. Can you three start with the paper work, please?" He waited for a response and then turned to Harry. "Where were you?," he asked, closing the door behind him and taking a seat.

"Sorry, mate," he said. He couldn't tell him the true, obviously. "Well, is the investigation finished?"

"Almost. And I'm dead tired," he sighed. "I trust Nott tell you what he knew, right?"

"Yes," Teo answered. "I may have forgotten something, though."

"Well, I'll tell you the last things we've learnt."

"Ok. But, first, how is Mrs. Malfoy's condition?" Harry demanded.

Ron looked at him knowingly. He could understand his concerned, although neither of them was fond of the Malfoy family.

"She isn't hurt; she has no wounds, but the healers weren't able to wake her up. She seems to be sort of asleep. More like when an animal hibernate. Her vitals are at its minimum. Though the healers agree that whichever the spell was, it could have killed her. In fact, it was closed, but she survived thanks to her house-elf."

"So it's been proved it was her house-elf the one who made our guards fall while trying to protect her?"

"Yes," Ron answered without a doubt. "The healers also examined the house-elf. She did give away all her energy in a big outburst of elfish magic. It must have been quite a big explosion."

Harry felt again that pain in his chest. He only needed to look at Ron in the eye once to know his friend also felt it.

"And the attacker?"

"About that…" Ron said, anxious. "It seems he was looking for some kind of documents, for the study is in a mess. Papers and books are everywhere. We need someone to check if there is something missing."

Harry nodded.

"And what about the other house-elves? Did you question them?" Harry was sure the Malfoy family had more than one elf.

"Didn't you tell him?" Ron asked, glancing at Theo.

"Oh," Teo said. "See? I forgot about that, sorry." Harry looked at him, inquiring. "The thing is, there weren't other house-elves when we arrived."

"What?" Now Harry was in shock. He hadn't asked until then because he thought Teo was sent back too early to know about the questioning.

"Yes, they weren't at home. They probably ran away or something." Ron confirmed.

"Can house-elves do that? I mean, wouldn't it be like disobeying their Mistress?" Teo wondered.

"Well, Dobby actually did disobey his Master a few times, so it's possible" Harry offered. Teo looked at him, lost. "Dobby was a house-elf I knew, but he died," he explained.

"Oh, I'm sorry," he apologized, feeling uncomfortable. "It's still strange."

Harry looked at them and sighed.

"You two need a break."

Theo nodded.

"But before that, we need to contact Narcissa's relatives," he reminded them.

"I was thinking about that too," Harry admitted.

"Well, since Lucius Malfoy is in Azakaban and Malfoy is nowhere to be found, I don't know who we can contact," Ron said, a bit bitterly when he mentioned his childhood enemy's and his father's names.

"That's right." Harry agreed. He handled Narcissa's case personally so he knew well her circumstances. "For the time being, I think I'll ask Andromeda to take care of her sister." Harry decided. "I believe she'll agree even if they aren't in good terms. And, anyway, we will need to contact Malfoy and his father. We need to question them in case they know something that could help. We need someone who can confirm nothing was stolen too and since Lucius Malfoy is in Azkaban now, it's a bit complicated to take him out of prison even if it's for an investigation. The procedure is too long. Also, Blaise Zabini has been helping Mrs Malfoy to handle the family business so he'll be useful too."

"So it's settled." Theo said, happily.

"Not until I send them the notices," Harry said. "I'll go right now. You can take a rest. We'll be meeting this evening to discuss this further"

"Yes," both aurors said.

Harry nodded and disappeared through the door.

Welcome to my new fic. What do you think? Is it good? I want the story to be a good one with a well developed plot. I'm still at it, though. I'm really afraid I won't be able to handle it, but I want to try my best, so, please, support me! That means, please, leave a review! That always cheers me up! n.n

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