First, I don't own Harry Potter.
Second, I don't own Legend of Dragoon. This is not a crossover, but I found the names "Kadessa" and "Mayfil" intriguing and wanted to use them.
Also, it's been a while since I've read the Harry Potter books, and I'm sure that Draco and Blaise will be a little OC.
Draco Malfoy leaned against the stone wall of the 2nd floor bathroom, trying to sort his thoughts. No avail there; they were so terribly jumbled he couldn't make head or tails of what to deal with first. So he did the only thing that his frustrated teenaged mind could do. He began to weep.
His chest hurt, and he tried desperately to fight it, but the tears still came, rolling down his pale cheeks and crashing onto the floor. The dripping sound actually reverberated against the empty walls. At this, he cried harder, barely registering that he'd fallen to the floor and was heaving sobs, his entire being shaking as he let it out. In the back of his mind, he hoped that his silencing charm was still in effect, because if Crabbe or Goyle (or admittedly, any other Hogwarts student) were to walk in on him, He didn't know how he'd react.
His stupid father. His stupid father had been the one to drag him into this mess. He'd forced him into taking the dark mark, and now, to save his father's ass he was required to murder the headmaster, of all people. His heart pounded in his chest with utter hate, and his body flared up in rage at the mere thought of his father. His mother, bless the woman, was probably having to deal with all his father's shit. His mother…
Thinking about her made him cry more, for what boy doesn't miss his dear mother. He could have made a snide remark about Potter, being as he'd had no parents, but even he admitted that would have been too cruel.
Footsteps sounded, and he looked up from his knee-hugging position on the floor, shocked. He stared at the person before him.
The moonlight seemed to reflect off this woman's skin, and her dress seemed to sparkle. She looked back at him, and merely smiled. He didn't move, too exhausted from his breakdown when she took a few steps forward and gently reached out a hand to caress his cheek, wiping at the stream of tears. Her delicate fingers were smooth, and cool to his burning skin, still hot from his breakdown. It sent a wave of calm over him, like waves crashing upon a sandy shore.
Her black hair was long and quite beautiful, rolling down her shoulders. Her lips were a tint pink, and her eyes... They were a beautiful shade of green, almost an emerald color. He looked behind her and noticed that she had wings. At this, he grew alarmed.
She'd been attending Hogwarts since their first year, but he'd never really paid any attention. Why he hadn't confused him; a pair of feathered, white wings would have been hard to cover, unless she had sprouted them overnight.
"I heard you crying, Malfoy. You are hurting, very much?" She asked. Her accent was foreign. His eyes grew wide, and he steeled himself, embarrassed that she'd noticed.
Even with a silencing charm, I still can't get any bloody peace. Wait…
"I silenced the room. You couldn't have known, unless you followed me. Nobody could have known." He reasoned, hoping for a shred of dignity in his own power. At this, she smiled again.
"Your magic does not quite work on me. But yes, all others will be none the wiser." She stated. He gave her an incredulous look. Doesn't work on her?
She saw the look, and smiled again, resting on her knees in front of him. It was only when she sat up again did he actually look the rest of her again. Her wings were folded in, the tips resting on the stone floor. They were gigantic, and he wondered if she could actually take flight.
His quizzical look didn't alarm her. Instead, she grabbed his hand, angled a wing closer to him, and set it on the feathered wing. They were amazingly soft. The down sent a shiver down his back. White and pure, the wings were full and the bones seemed strong, sturdy. Nothing like a bird's wings, fragile and so easily broken.
"What… are you?" He asked. At this, she gave him a slightly sad smile.
"I do not know anymore. However, that is not the issue here." She whispered, setting a hand on his knee. This sent his mind going again, and he stared at her again, lost for words.
How do you not know what you are? I could understand not knowing who you are, but what?
"I see that you have questions. Please, let that wait for another time. Right now, you are the one who needs solace, Malfoy." She insisted, gently touching his cheek with her knuckles. He felt a warm sensation spread from his cheek to the rest of his body, and his chest felt light, his mind clearing. He closed his eyes, sighing deeply. He saw, no, seemed to stand on a mountainside overlooking a valley, the hills littered with billions of brightly colored flowers, bustling with wildlife.
Indeed, it was a breathtaking sight, something beautiful. He'd never imagined something like this existed, not in this world today. This darkened him, and he snapped his eyes open, remembering where he was.
"Where is…"
"My homeland. It puts me at peace, but I miss it terribly." She admitted; a faraway look in her eyes. He wanted to call her name, to get her to turn her gaze back to him, but he realized he didn't know it. Or rather, didn't remember it.
He cleared his throat, deciding to introduce himself properly.
He held out a hand to her.
"Please, call me Draco. I cannot stand to hear Malfoy at this moment." He asked. She smiled and nodded, taking his hand and shaking it.
"Sheeva." She said. He caught himself smiling. An interesting name for a woman with wings and that looked like a veela.
"Are you a veela?" He found himself asking.
"I am not of your kind. Now… Draco. Draco? Dragon, is it not?" She asked, her eyes filling with an emotion he thought he recognized, but wasn't sure.
He simply nodded.
"It is a very powerful name, Draco. You are strong, remember that. Remember also that it takes a strong heart to cry." She whispered. Her ears picked up on a sound of someone walking by the bathroom, and put a finger to his lips, motioning for him to be quiet.
Her touch sent a shiver down his spine again, and he wondered if he was just infatuated with her beauty, or more pleased that she simply seemed to want to be here for him, to comfort him. When she turned back to him and continued to wipe the trails of tears from his eyes, he decided on the latter.
"I will not tell anyone about this encounter. I trust you will not tell, either?" She asked. He nodded.
"Big secret keeper, are you?" He asked. Again, she smiled sadly.
"There are those who would seek to use this to convict me." She whispered, moving her hand to stroke his silvery-blonde hair. He grew alarmed at this statement, but seemed to melt as the warmth spread throughout his body again.
"Why?" He muttered, lost. She chuckled, and his heart leapt in his chest. Her chuckle was soft, light.
"Taboo, Draco. Silly laws by my… kind." She stated simply.
Taboo? The thought of taboo reminded him of an argument he'd overheard between his mother and his father. She wanted to leave, but couldn't, for it was considered "taboo" for arranged wedded people to be separated, or even divorced.
His mood shifted again as he thought of his mother.
"You miss your mother." She assessed. He looked at her in shock. She had to be a mind-reader, or otherwise incredibly perceptive.
She smiled again, and leaned forward and kissed his forehead lightly, to which he blushed slightly.
"I do not care for taboos, nor do I fear conviction. You need comfort. Let me do so." She stated. He nodded shortly to her request. She shifted to sit beside him and gently pulled her into her lap, rubbing his back and stroking his hair lightly.
"You are strong, Draco. I can feel it. I see your hardships, and the way they weigh down your shoulders. Choose well your battles, Draco. It will help to ease the pain on your journey." She started.
He let her hold him, and, sure enough, his shoulders were tense, taught with worry and stress. He hadn't really noticed until she pointed it out, and even more so when she began to rub his shoulders.
"I would like to see that field again… please." The word please felt foreign on his mouth, it was a word he rarely used, and usually only when he was talking with his mother. Sheeva chuckled lightly.
"Of course. Close your eyes. Let me take you away." She whispered. He did, resting his head in the crook of her neck as she caressed him, feeling almost paralyzed with peace. He sighed deeply as he saw the meadow, the stream, the flowers, and even the animals, carrying on in their ways of life. He noticed now that they were not like the animals he'd seen. They were exquisite colors.
He sat down in the grass, and felt the blades on his fingers, as if he were really there. This was one hell of an illusion charm she'd cast; it was so lifelike. The sensations brought him to life, almost. He inhaled deeply, and smelled the sweet of the flowers. He felt the sun's rays shedding its light and warmth on his pale skin. Crickets, or what he assumed were crickets, chirped. The rippling of the stream tickled his eardrums.
He allowed himself to lie back, staring up at the sky, which was darkening as the sun fell over the mountainous horizon.
"This is… my favorite place in my homeland, Kadessa. This place is just outside of Raynak, the capital." Sheeva announced, sitting next to him, staring at the valley. He sat up, and stared at her.
"My husband and I used to picnic here, before our secret marriage. He was from Kadessa, I from Mayfil. It is against the law for our kinds to mix, but we ignored them. Bent them. After the birth of our first, Kadie, we considered it our sacred place." She smiled in reverie, but the smiled slowly faded as she remembered a particular memory. Draco picked up on it.
"Why the frown?" He asked.
She sighed a few times.
"War broke out between Kadessa and the tyrannous Mayfil. My husband was called to the front lines as a Kadessian soldier. I received the news of his death here, from a letter Kadie brought to me." She plucked at a piece of grass, examined it, and then tossed it into the wind. They watched as it flew away.
"Kadessa? Mayfil? Are those Muggle places?" He asked.
"No, it is not a human location. Consider it an… alternative world." She put.
Draco was a little baffled. An alternative world?
"How did you get here?" Draco asked. She thought for a minute.
"I avenged my husband by murdering the traitors that set him up. They had learned our secret. Our daughter and I were captured, and when they figured out that she was… 'mixed'… They killed her. She was only five. Such a beautiful little girl, so innocent. She had her father's eyes, and his roaring spirit. She loved everything, everyone. We could never have been more proud." Sheeva's eyes watered and a tear fell from her eye and trickled down her soft cheek.
Draco raised his hand and wiped the tear away, showing her the same compassion she'd shown him.
"I do not want to say anymore. I have said too much already." She stated. It was Draco's turn to pull her into an embrace.
"I won't tell anyone. Your secret is safe with me." He promised.
She looked at him, and smiled that beautiful smile, which seemed to erase his sadness, his fears.
"War is breaking out here too. I don't want to be on the side I am, but I'm only in it to save my mother from whatever fate might have in store for her. I might hate Potter, but… He's got everything. His two friends would die for him. He has people to help him through his tough times. Me? All I have is my mother." He hissed, angry at his situation.
Sheeva smiled, and kissed his forehead lightly.
"I am here now, if only for your comfort." Draco looked at her, and nodded. A smile cracked onto his face.
"How old are you?" He asked, the sudden curiosity bubbling within him. She thought for a minute.
He quirked an eyebrow at that.
"I was 20 when I was banished. However, time is stopped for me. I am both immortal and ageless." She admitted. His jaw dropped open as he realized: She could never die.
"What year was it when you were banished?" He asked. Sheeva looked at him, thinking again.
"10,000 B.C., I believe. I cross referenced things I witnessed with Muggle history books, as well as with Wizarding history books, and I pinpointed it to about that time. Egypt was absolutely fascinating. However, there are a few things in the history books that are wrong. However, who would listen to me? I am but a woman." Draco was flabbergasted. This would mean that she was over 12,000 years old.
"I can only imagine what my homeland looks like now. They must be very advanced. I am surprised they have not yet come here. Perhaps they cannot. Maybe that is best for this world. Even so… should they come here, I will defend this world with my life." She stated proudly. Draco opened his eyes, and found that he was in the bathroom again, still in her lap.
He wondered just how long he'd been here as he looked around, trying to look at the moon. He grabbed his wand and cast a tempus charm. 2335, way past the curfew hours. He looked back at Sheeva, who was still holding him.
"We have to get back to our houses." He stated, finding that he was reluctant in leaving this woman. In the back of his head, his voice told him that they'd see each other again around the grounds.
"Yes, I suppose you do." She let him out of her grasp, and he stood, offering a hand to help her up. She smiled and took it, standing and brushing her butt off, flapping her wings.
"Can you fly?" He asked. She chuckled.
"Of course, silly boy. Now, let us get going before we get caught." She made to leave for the door, but Draco stepped in, opening the door for her.
"Where's your house? I'll walk you to it." He said. She smiled again.
"I do not have one."
Again, Draco was baffled.
"I hide in the owlery, and sleep there. I bathe in the prefect's bathroom." She explained.
Draco thought for a minute. He didn't feel ashamed about his next question.
"I'll share my room with you." He blurted. She looked at him, and smiled sweetly.
"That is nice of you, Draco. However… I prefer to keep my anonymity. A historian would be able to pick me out well. I do not want that to happen." She explained, refusing his honest request. It did please her; very rarely did she find a human nice like this one, especially since she'd revealed a portion of her massive identity.
"Let me walk you to the owlery, then. Don't you get cold?" He asked. She shook her head slowly, and began to walk. He rushed to her and linked their arms, sending her a rare smile.
They said nothing as they climbed the seven sets of moving stairs, arm-in-arm. He only noticed it now, but he nearly towered over her a good foot. They reached the owlery, and Draco ignored the owls as he bade her goodnight.
"There's not a better place for you to sleep? Perhaps the Room of Requirement would be better?" He asked.
"Thank you, Draco, for your concern. However, believe me when I say that I am perfectly fine." She whispered. She flexed her right wing in front of her and took out a feather, reached up with her left and reached behind his head, pulling it down to place another kiss on his forehead, while also sticking the long white feather in his hair. He wondered how the pulling of the feather didn't hurt-his owl always snapped at him when he accidentally did.
"Goodnight, Draco. I shall see you around." She whispered finally. She touched his face one more time before waving a hand. He blinked, and found himself at the door to the Slytherin common rooms. He was almost startled, but chuckled lightly. The portrait woke up, and looked at him, groggy-eyed.
"Well, you're out late, aren't you?" The man said, scanning him with his eyes. Draco didn't notice the quizzical look the man gave when he saw the feather in his hair—he was steeling himself.
"I needed some time alone." He growled.
"Yes, well, you'd better get inside before someone sees you." He muttered, swinging open.
Draco stepped inside, putting on his mask. Blaise Zabini was still awake, staring into the fire.
"'ey, mate. You were out late. Where'd you go?" He asked. Draco gave a trademark smirk and quickly said: the owlery.
"Well, that explains the feather in your hair." He pointed out. Draco reached up and grabbed it, wondering how he didn't notice she'd put that in his hair.
"That's huge! What owl did that come from?" Blaise asked, standing up to examine it. Draco brought it back out of his reach, holding it to him possessively. Blaise crossed his arms and tapped his foot, his stance demanding an explanation.
"A very wonderful owl. And with that, I'm tired, and off to bed. Ciao, Zabini." He stated, turning on his heel and walking to his bedroom. He fell asleep quickly, dreaming of the meadow Sheeva had shown him in Kadessa. His last "dream" before darkness was that he was flying with her.
Should you happen to review, please, nothing mean. I do look forward to reviews. A second pair of eyes always helps us improve! :)
Any questions you may have, I will be more than happy to clarify.
Oh, by the way, the Sheeva in this story is not myself. It is a character from a "book" that I wrote when I was in middle school.