Chapter One
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"I know that he is it, Father. I really, really know it for sure."
"Are you sure your perceptions aren't a little colored by the fact that you are besotted with him?"
"Father, ever since I was born, you have been training me for just one purpose – to find the Magid, and to serve him. All those fencing classes, all the dueling training, all those prophecies you made me read and interpret, they were all concentrated on one goal – finding the Magid. I think I know enough to recognize the Magid. Possibly, I know even more about the Magid than you do. Everything fits. You know that. The fact that I've been in love with him for the last three years has nothing to do with it."
"All right, I'll take your word for it. But who's going to tell him? He would never believe either of us, and I don't blame him. He thinks you're his worst enemy, and he thinks I am the Dark Lords servant. How can we tell him that you know that he was the Magid from the minute you saw him? How can we tell him that I sent you to Hogwarts so that you could keep an eye on him? How can we tell him that he is our only hope against the Dark Lord? He isn't going to listen to us, Draco."
"Maybe we can ask Dumbledore to tell him. Father, he is going to turn seventeen next year, and you know the kind of awesome powers a Magid achieves when he comes of age. If nobody tells him, and he doesn't know how to control it, you know it can mean disaster. A catastrophe on a scale which has yet been unparalleled by Voldemort."
"Don't call him that. Draco. It isn't wise."
"Harry does it."
"Harry is the Guardian of the light. He can get away with a lot that we ordinary mortals can't even imagine attempting."
"Father, I did offer him my hand in friendship. I wish he had taken it."
"So do I, Draco, but things don't always work out the way we want them to. And insulting the Weasely boy was not the smartest step. I know we are supposed to pretend to be the Dark Lords slaves, but some tact at calculated periods is not uncalled for. But you have sustained a good act, and I am proud of you. Now, there are five people who know that you and I are the chosen Protectors of the Golden Magid – Dumbledore of course, Remus Lupin, Severus Snape, Arabella Figg and Arthur Weasely."
"Weasely knows? And he believes it? After what you did to his daughter all those years ago."
"The Chamber of Secrets had to be opened, and I, like you, was unaware of the fact that Harry was a parselmouth. By the time I did find out, it was too late. Tom Riddle was already too powerful to call back."
"Why, why did the Chamber of Secrets have to be opened? Tell me, father. I am in this deep enough. I deserve to know."
"Draco, it was a test. A test performed with Dumbledore's permission. We had to see if he was the Guardian of the Light. We had our suspicions, but we needed proof. That is why Dumbledore pretended to leave, and that is why the Weasely girl was taken. He loves her. She is like a sister to him. We knew that he would follow. And when he was successful in summoning the Sword of Gryffindor, our hunch was confirmed. He was the warrior the prophecies spoke of."
"A test! You forced a twelve-year-old boy to fight a full-grown basilisk, and you call it a test?"
"Draco, you have to understand that as a Protector, particularly one who has to pretend to be on the Dark side, you have to make decisions that go against your grain. It was a calculated risk."
"I see. I'm sorry I lost my temper father. You did what had to be done. It's just I love him so much, and the thought of him being hurt tears me through and through."
"I know, Draco, and I'm sorry for you. This kind of connection to someone you're supposed to protect can be agonizing. But we have no time to waste, my son. We have very little time left to us to decipher the rest of the prophecy. Read it to me again."
"Through darkness he will rise to light
Through death he will rise to life
Through hate he will rise to love
And in love he will find forgiveness
He will battle the powers of fear that prevail
And time and time again he will feel he has failed
Four will come to smooth his way, one to guide him
One to adore him, and two to fight beside him.
And on the night of the solstice when darkness reigns
He will find victory through the paths of pain
And as the forces of his soul unite
The boy of gold will be triumphant in his fight"
"The boy of gold is obviously Harry, the Golden Magid. After all he has defeated the Dark to become the Guardian of the Light. He has faced death and emerged unscathed. After all he is 'The Boy who Lived.' I don't know what they mean by hate to love and love to forgiveness, but I'm sure we'll find out. The two to fight beside him are probably Ron and Hermione. I don't know who the one to adore him is, nor do I know who the guide is. Any ideas, Draco?"
Draco blushed, but shook his head. "Couldn't the one to guide him be Dumbledore?"
Lucius rejected the suggestion. "Impossible. A parallel prophecy clearly states that the guide is young, possibly younger than Harry. Anyway we'll have to see. Now, for the solstice. I'm not very sure if they mean the summer solstice or the winter solstice. Whichever it is, I need you to research and find out whether either fall on a moonless night, or on a lunar eclipse. That is when the battle will be fought. That much is clear. I'm afraid I don't understand the rest. I know the reference to the elements means a release of his Magid powers, but I am afraid I have no clue about the paths of pain. That's the closest I can get to complete interpretation of the prophecy."
Draco frowned. "There is something we are missing. As the Protectors, there should be a reference to us. Why isn't there?"
Lucius shrugged. "I really don't know, Draco. That struck me too. There should be a reference to us. There must be a reason why it isn't there."
"Of course there is a reason, Lucius. It's a rather obvious one when you come to think of it. How can you play an active part in a prophecy if you are dead?" Said a cold voice from the door.
"Lord Voldemort!"
"Yes Lucius, your avowed Master and Liege, Lord Voldemort. Bow to me, Lucius."
Lucius found his backbone curving, and knew that the Dark Lord had used the same spell on him that had been used on Harry Potter nearly two years ago. He knew then that Voldemort knew. He also knew what he had to do. He fell to his knees sniveling and whimpering in simulated fright. "Forgive me, my lord. I was wrong. I should never have doubted your strength, and I should never have tried to help that Potter boy. Please, my lord, please…"
"Oh Lucius, desist. Acquit me of stupidity. Do you really think that I would believe that the Protector of the Golden Magid would grovel in front of a mere Dark Lord. Naturally not. Perhaps I should bow to you instead. Get up, traitor." Lucius felt an invisible hand squeeze his shoulder blades until he straightened up. Voldemort continued, "Let me inform you that I was aware that Harry Potter was the Golden Magid even before you were. You see, Sibyl Trelawney had made a prediction. I believe it was her only true prophecy. Luckily only Wormtail was in the room during this event and he of course was too stupid to appreciate. Fortunately he was intelligent enough to repeat it to me. Now let me see, how did it go? 'From the line of the lion, will come the stag. When the stag unites with a pure bloom, the stars will align and the Golden Savior shall be born.' It was obvious to the meanest intelligent that she meant Gryffindor's heirs and I knew James Potter was the several greats grandson of Godric Gryffindor. I admit however that I wasn't sure of who or what the pure bloom was until he married the mudblood. But I ask you, Lucius, Lily! It was making things too easy. The Golden Magid was their child. Obviously that is why I tried to kill him. We all know what happened after that, don't we? Now haven't you been wondering why for the last year I haven't made any attempts on his life? I'll tell you. It's because the day he turns seventeen, he will become vulnerable. With vulnerability will come chaos. That chaos will make things a lot easier for me. With you and your son dead, there will be no one who can train him, no one with sufficient knowledge. No, not even your precious Dumbledore. So you see, I have to kill you."
Now Lucius stood straight, his gray eyes trained intently on Voldemort's serpentine face. Draco stood a few steps behind his father, his slim body tense. Voldemort stepped forward, twirling his wand idly. "So, Lucius, tell me. Any last wishes?"
Lucius nodded tersely. "Tell me something, Tom Riddle. Who told you that Draco and I were the Protectors?"
Voldemort smiled unpleasantly. "I wondered when you were going to ask, my dear Lucius. It was Narcissa, of course. At least one Malfoy remains faithful."
Draco's jaw went slack with shock. Though there was no love lost between Draco and his mother, he hadn't expected this. Lucius, on the other hand, looked unsurprised. He bent his head in acknowledgment and then before any of the Death Eaters could move, he swung his wand up and muttered "Armorum Protectorius". A shimmering blue shield surrounded both him and Draco. "Remember my lessons in Apparation, Draco. Go now!" Draco immediately disapparated. Lucius was about to do the same when the shield shattered and he found several Death Eaters surrounding him, holding him tight.
"Better than I had expected, Lucius. But I'm afraid not good enough. My men will track your son down and you will die wondering what fate lies in store for him. Goodbye Lucius." The last thing Lucius Malfoy ever saw was a flash of green light heading directly at his eyes.
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The same green flash shone in front of Harry Potters eyes as he surged into sudden agonizing consciousness.
This is my first m/m slash story. I'm female and straight, and every time I ask my gay friends they refuse to tell me anything, so if I make any goof- ups please bear with me. Also, please review. Hell, if you want to flame. But review.
Disclaimer: Don't own, Can't pay, don't sue
"I know that he is it, Father. I really, really know it for sure."
"Are you sure your perceptions aren't a little colored by the fact that you are besotted with him?"
"Father, ever since I was born, you have been training me for just one purpose – to find the Magid, and to serve him. All those fencing classes, all the dueling training, all those prophecies you made me read and interpret, they were all concentrated on one goal – finding the Magid. I think I know enough to recognize the Magid. Possibly, I know even more about the Magid than you do. Everything fits. You know that. The fact that I've been in love with him for the last three years has nothing to do with it."
"All right, I'll take your word for it. But who's going to tell him? He would never believe either of us, and I don't blame him. He thinks you're his worst enemy, and he thinks I am the Dark Lords servant. How can we tell him that you know that he was the Magid from the minute you saw him? How can we tell him that I sent you to Hogwarts so that you could keep an eye on him? How can we tell him that he is our only hope against the Dark Lord? He isn't going to listen to us, Draco."
"Maybe we can ask Dumbledore to tell him. Father, he is going to turn seventeen next year, and you know the kind of awesome powers a Magid achieves when he comes of age. If nobody tells him, and he doesn't know how to control it, you know it can mean disaster. A catastrophe on a scale which has yet been unparalleled by Voldemort."
"Don't call him that. Draco. It isn't wise."
"Harry does it."
"Harry is the Guardian of the light. He can get away with a lot that we ordinary mortals can't even imagine attempting."
"Father, I did offer him my hand in friendship. I wish he had taken it."
"So do I, Draco, but things don't always work out the way we want them to. And insulting the Weasely boy was not the smartest step. I know we are supposed to pretend to be the Dark Lords slaves, but some tact at calculated periods is not uncalled for. But you have sustained a good act, and I am proud of you. Now, there are five people who know that you and I are the chosen Protectors of the Golden Magid – Dumbledore of course, Remus Lupin, Severus Snape, Arabella Figg and Arthur Weasely."
"Weasely knows? And he believes it? After what you did to his daughter all those years ago."
"The Chamber of Secrets had to be opened, and I, like you, was unaware of the fact that Harry was a parselmouth. By the time I did find out, it was too late. Tom Riddle was already too powerful to call back."
"Why, why did the Chamber of Secrets have to be opened? Tell me, father. I am in this deep enough. I deserve to know."
"Draco, it was a test. A test performed with Dumbledore's permission. We had to see if he was the Guardian of the Light. We had our suspicions, but we needed proof. That is why Dumbledore pretended to leave, and that is why the Weasely girl was taken. He loves her. She is like a sister to him. We knew that he would follow. And when he was successful in summoning the Sword of Gryffindor, our hunch was confirmed. He was the warrior the prophecies spoke of."
"A test! You forced a twelve-year-old boy to fight a full-grown basilisk, and you call it a test?"
"Draco, you have to understand that as a Protector, particularly one who has to pretend to be on the Dark side, you have to make decisions that go against your grain. It was a calculated risk."
"I see. I'm sorry I lost my temper father. You did what had to be done. It's just I love him so much, and the thought of him being hurt tears me through and through."
"I know, Draco, and I'm sorry for you. This kind of connection to someone you're supposed to protect can be agonizing. But we have no time to waste, my son. We have very little time left to us to decipher the rest of the prophecy. Read it to me again."
"Through darkness he will rise to light
Through death he will rise to life
Through hate he will rise to love
And in love he will find forgiveness
He will battle the powers of fear that prevail
And time and time again he will feel he has failed
Four will come to smooth his way, one to guide him
One to adore him, and two to fight beside him.
And on the night of the solstice when darkness reigns
He will find victory through the paths of pain
And as the forces of his soul unite
The boy of gold will be triumphant in his fight"
"The boy of gold is obviously Harry, the Golden Magid. After all he has defeated the Dark to become the Guardian of the Light. He has faced death and emerged unscathed. After all he is 'The Boy who Lived.' I don't know what they mean by hate to love and love to forgiveness, but I'm sure we'll find out. The two to fight beside him are probably Ron and Hermione. I don't know who the one to adore him is, nor do I know who the guide is. Any ideas, Draco?"
Draco blushed, but shook his head. "Couldn't the one to guide him be Dumbledore?"
Lucius rejected the suggestion. "Impossible. A parallel prophecy clearly states that the guide is young, possibly younger than Harry. Anyway we'll have to see. Now, for the solstice. I'm not very sure if they mean the summer solstice or the winter solstice. Whichever it is, I need you to research and find out whether either fall on a moonless night, or on a lunar eclipse. That is when the battle will be fought. That much is clear. I'm afraid I don't understand the rest. I know the reference to the elements means a release of his Magid powers, but I am afraid I have no clue about the paths of pain. That's the closest I can get to complete interpretation of the prophecy."
Draco frowned. "There is something we are missing. As the Protectors, there should be a reference to us. Why isn't there?"
Lucius shrugged. "I really don't know, Draco. That struck me too. There should be a reference to us. There must be a reason why it isn't there."
"Of course there is a reason, Lucius. It's a rather obvious one when you come to think of it. How can you play an active part in a prophecy if you are dead?" Said a cold voice from the door.
"Lord Voldemort!"
"Yes Lucius, your avowed Master and Liege, Lord Voldemort. Bow to me, Lucius."
Lucius found his backbone curving, and knew that the Dark Lord had used the same spell on him that had been used on Harry Potter nearly two years ago. He knew then that Voldemort knew. He also knew what he had to do. He fell to his knees sniveling and whimpering in simulated fright. "Forgive me, my lord. I was wrong. I should never have doubted your strength, and I should never have tried to help that Potter boy. Please, my lord, please…"
"Oh Lucius, desist. Acquit me of stupidity. Do you really think that I would believe that the Protector of the Golden Magid would grovel in front of a mere Dark Lord. Naturally not. Perhaps I should bow to you instead. Get up, traitor." Lucius felt an invisible hand squeeze his shoulder blades until he straightened up. Voldemort continued, "Let me inform you that I was aware that Harry Potter was the Golden Magid even before you were. You see, Sibyl Trelawney had made a prediction. I believe it was her only true prophecy. Luckily only Wormtail was in the room during this event and he of course was too stupid to appreciate. Fortunately he was intelligent enough to repeat it to me. Now let me see, how did it go? 'From the line of the lion, will come the stag. When the stag unites with a pure bloom, the stars will align and the Golden Savior shall be born.' It was obvious to the meanest intelligent that she meant Gryffindor's heirs and I knew James Potter was the several greats grandson of Godric Gryffindor. I admit however that I wasn't sure of who or what the pure bloom was until he married the mudblood. But I ask you, Lucius, Lily! It was making things too easy. The Golden Magid was their child. Obviously that is why I tried to kill him. We all know what happened after that, don't we? Now haven't you been wondering why for the last year I haven't made any attempts on his life? I'll tell you. It's because the day he turns seventeen, he will become vulnerable. With vulnerability will come chaos. That chaos will make things a lot easier for me. With you and your son dead, there will be no one who can train him, no one with sufficient knowledge. No, not even your precious Dumbledore. So you see, I have to kill you."
Now Lucius stood straight, his gray eyes trained intently on Voldemort's serpentine face. Draco stood a few steps behind his father, his slim body tense. Voldemort stepped forward, twirling his wand idly. "So, Lucius, tell me. Any last wishes?"
Lucius nodded tersely. "Tell me something, Tom Riddle. Who told you that Draco and I were the Protectors?"
Voldemort smiled unpleasantly. "I wondered when you were going to ask, my dear Lucius. It was Narcissa, of course. At least one Malfoy remains faithful."
Draco's jaw went slack with shock. Though there was no love lost between Draco and his mother, he hadn't expected this. Lucius, on the other hand, looked unsurprised. He bent his head in acknowledgment and then before any of the Death Eaters could move, he swung his wand up and muttered "Armorum Protectorius". A shimmering blue shield surrounded both him and Draco. "Remember my lessons in Apparation, Draco. Go now!" Draco immediately disapparated. Lucius was about to do the same when the shield shattered and he found several Death Eaters surrounding him, holding him tight.
"Better than I had expected, Lucius. But I'm afraid not good enough. My men will track your son down and you will die wondering what fate lies in store for him. Goodbye Lucius." The last thing Lucius Malfoy ever saw was a flash of green light heading directly at his eyes.
**************
The same green flash shone in front of Harry Potters eyes as he surged into sudden agonizing consciousness.
This is my first m/m slash story. I'm female and straight, and every time I ask my gay friends they refuse to tell me anything, so if I make any goof- ups please bear with me. Also, please review. Hell, if you want to flame. But review.