KHfan22: Welcome to the second of Touching Our Souls Trilogy. It's highly recommended that Touching Our Souls: Brushing is read before this.
I welcome new readers and I give my deepest apologies to old readers for the umpteenth time. This story is highly overdue and I usually begin when the story is done first but that may result to a longer hiatus. I will post these most likely not on a regular scheduled time.
Disclaimer: I own nothing regarding to the world of Harry Potter. I only own Fayt, Arion, Alyss, Lina, Emily, and other characters foreign to the books.
Chapter 1
Flashes of light soared around the room. Yells are drowned out by other screams, laughter of triumph, or cries and groans of pain. A scream broke out. No, it was a roar. A roar of anger and a large thud. There was another roar. A roar of pain and agony.
"…" a soft voice called out yet inaudible…
A large paw swiped a man with long blonde hair.
"…mother…" the voice called again, louder…
A girl hugging a white dragon's head. She gave a scream.
"…mother!" The voice yelled.
A man with sandy brown hair kneeled next to her in grief.
"MOTHER!"
I stared at the dark ceiling, gasping for air. My body was drenched in cold sweat and I was shaking with fear. I threw off my covers and stumbled into the bathroom. I hugged the toilet as I emptied my stomach of my dinner. I weakly flushed the toilet and backed away against the wall, closing my eyes and taking deep and shaky breaths.
"Lady Fayt?" A small voice sounded and I snapped my head towards Emily who had appeared in my room. "Is lady alright? Does my lady need water?" She asked.
I shook my head. "N-no… I'm fine, Emily… for now that is." I said. I stood up and washed my mouth. After I rinsed and spat into the sink, I looked in the mirror.
A girl with black hair and brown eyes stared back. She was paler than she was last month and the bottom of her eyes was outlined with dark bags. Her eyes held grief, pain, and loneliness.
I turned to Emily not wanting to see how horrible I looked anymore. "Is there something else, Emily?" I asked.
The house elf's ears drooped and she looked at the ground. She backed away in nervousness and rubbed her hands together. "A visitor awaits lady's invitation. Emily told him lady is sleeping but he does not listen. He is mean to Emily." She whispered.
I walked out of my bathroom and pulled a bath robe over my nightgown. "He is still outside?" I asked Emily as I walked through my mansion towards the front door. I heard her running beside me struggling to catch up with my long strides. I gave a grim face as she gave an affirmative reply. I pulled the door open and stepped out of the night air. I took a deep breath and marched over to the white dragon gates. I narrowed my eyes as I recognized the male figure's blond head. "Draco Malfoy." I growled as I stopped in front of the gate.
He looked at me with shock. "What are you doing here?" He asked.
"That's my line, you bloody oaf of a twit." I snapped. "I live here. What do you want in the middle of the night?" I asked observing him.
He was how I remembered him but he was a bit taller and possibly skinnier making his face more pointed. He wore a black, long sleeve, button up shirt and black pants. He didn't bother to wear a jacket in the cold night. "I want to speak with the lady." He said.
"Then speak." I said crossing my arms.
"You're joking…" He muttered.
I glared at him. "Do you think I would joke with you? And in the middle of the night?" I asked hotly. "If it is not important then leave me alone. I want to sleep." I said.
"I'm not leaving." He said.
"Then by all means stay where you are. I'm not letting you inside of my house, because you are who you are and you indirectly insulted me by being rude to Emily." I said.
"Oh yeah, I forgot, elf lover." He said.
I uncrossed my arms and clenched my fists. I turned and began to my house.
"Come back here! I'm not done with you!" He yelled.
"Drop dead!"
"Fayt Lupin!"
"Go to hell!"
Draco roared in anger. "Our parents might be enemies but I'm not my father and you're not your mother!" He yelled.
I stopped in my tracks and looked back at him. I walked back to him. "Why are you here?" I asked.
He looked at my eyes. "Since it's you I'll get to the point." He said slowly. "Get rid of the curse." He said.
I crossed my arms. I knew the curse he spoke of.
When Draco's father Lucius Malfoy killed my mother last month, he was given a curse to bring himself dishonor in many ways. Apparently Lucius's dishonor has affected his family as well. That is what happens when someone kills a Dragon Walker, creatures of half Wizard and half Dragon.
I closed my eyes. "I cannot help you." I said.
"Why not?" He asked angrily. "You are one of them right? Those Dragon Walkers? My mother told me that you knew some sort of ancient magic." He said.
"Even if I wanted to help you, Malfoy, I can't. I'm only sixteen and I'm sure I barely scratched the surface of my studies. There's nothing in my knowledge that can tell me how to remove a curse after a Dragon Walker has died. We may be wise, but we don't know everything." I said.
"Then let me in so I can find out myself." He said.
"Don't waste your time. Nearly everything in my library is in a language you can't understand. You'll need me to do it." I said.
He glared at me. "Then… help me." He said.
I leaned forward a bit. "No, I don't want to." I said.
He kicked the gate which made him fly off a few feet. He groaned as he sat up. "What did you do to me?" He demanded in alarm. "You put me under a curse didn't you?" He asked.
I smirked at him. "I didn't do anything. There's a barrier between us. You cannot enter unless I invite you in, not that I'm going to." I said.
He shakily stood up. "You're lying." He said.
I narrowed my eyes at him. I was getting tired of this. "I do not lie." I said.
He scoffed. "Don't be stupid. Everyone lies." He said.
I turned around. "Then there is a possibility that you're not really here to ask me if I could remove the curse for you. You could be looking for something else…" I said. "Which convinces me even more that I should not let you in. Go home." I said and walked away. "Come, Emily. Leave him there." I said.
Emily who had been watching us rushed after me. "May Emily ask who the visitor was?" She asked.
I sighed as I entered my house leaving the cold air behind. "That was just a school mate." I said. I gave a yawn but headed for the library.
"Lady Fayt! Emily suggests you should go back to sleep. Emily is worried for your health." She said.
I smiled. "I'm tired, but I can't sleep right now. I think reading will help me." I said.
Emily nodded. "Very well, my lady." She bowed. "Would you like anything before Emily goes to bed?" She asked.
I smiled. "The usual snack, if you please." I answered.
Emily gave a smile. "Yes! Yes, Emily shall get to it right away!" She said and disappeared to the kitchen.
I walked through the countless shelves muttering different titles under my breath. I probably spent around an hour looking through my library of a book full of curses and counter curses. I helped myself to some cookies that Emily left me and I rubbed my eyes. Why was I even looking for a way to remove the curse? Malfoy deserved it didn't he? I took my plate of cookies and moved towards the older books written by my ancestors. I was sure that I had an hour before the sun started rising. "Medicine… Defense Spells… Animals… Offence Spells…" I froze at a Black leather book. I pulled it out of the shelf and walked over to a sofa chair with a table. After getting myself comfortable and began to examine the book.
The book seemed to be written back in the 1400s from all the dust it had collected. I guess my recent ancestors had never found a reason to curse another being because of the peace that had settled in that time. I lifted the book cover and dust flew around. I gave a sneeze and frowned. "Note to self; Ask Emily to dust all the books." I spoke and flipped the thin crinkly parchment. The book looked like it was about to fall apart.
I sighed and began to skim the pages for any mention of the death of a Dragon Walker.
Draco
"Are you sure about this, Draco dear? The people who live at this house, they're dangerous." Draco's mother, Narcissa Malfoy, placed a hand on her son's shoulder.
Draco took his mother's hand and looked at her with the best determined face he could pull. "I'll be back, mother. I must do this for the sake of our family." He said.
Narcissa gave a nod and sat on the couch with a solemn look. "Yes, you must do it, but what the Dark Lord asks for you to do… They are both dangerous. You could be killed. I can't imagine what it would be like without you." She whispered softly.
Draco gave a sigh and sat next to his mother. "If I don't do this then we're all dead, don't you understand?" He asked.
She nodded gravely. "You should go. Please be safe." She said.
Draco nodded and kissed his mother's hand before heading out the door.
Apparate to the town of Fife, Scotland. There should be a trail heading south. Follow the trail until you see a large Mansion with white dragon gates next to the Tentsmuir forest.
He stepped outside of his Manor and met a man in a black cloak. He nearly laughed when he realized that this ancient race lived so close to Hogwarts. He silently grabbed the man's arm and felt his body travel in what felt like a tight tube before landing on the street of a town bustling with people in robes.
"I'll pick you up tomorrow morning." He muttered before disappearing.
Draco began to walk south asking for the trail that led towards the forest. He found the trail and looked around. He scowled seeing that he would actually have to walk his way to the Mansion. "Better start now and get it over with." He muttered and began to walk.
It was a few hours later when he began to think that one: he got lost, two: there is no bloody Mansion, three: the Death Eater who gave him orders was a bleeding idiot and took him to the wrong location. He looked at his watch to find it was already close to midnight. He growled and kicked a stone that flew and disappeared out of sight. Draco blinked and walked towards where the rock disappeared. He continued to walk and felt the air shift around him. A few seconds ago he saw the trail leading into the forest but now he saw that the trail had turned into a driveway of a large white Mansion with a metal gate and stone dragons on either side.
Draco gave a heavy sigh and approached the gates. He looked past the dragons and observed the Mansion quite a distance from him. He looked around for something like a doorbell when the dragons suddenly sprang into life. He gave a yell as they turned their heads towards him.
"What fool approaches the Mansion of the Love family in the middle of the night?" the left dragon spoke.
"I wish to speak with the Lord of this Mansion." Draco said.
The dragons gave a laugh. "The Lord is not present." They replied.
Draco growled. "Then the Lady will suffice!" He jumped when there was a CRACK and looked to see a house elf behind the gate.
"Emily sees a visitor for my lady?" She asked.
Draco ignored the dragons. "House-elf, let me in. I wish to speak to your lady." He demanded.
The house elf looked at the dragons. "Emily cannot allow sir to enter. Emily must look for my lady's permission. Lady is asleep."
"Then call her! I have walked down the trail for hours and I'm not leaving until I speak with her!" Draco yelled.
Emily snapped her fingers and the Dragons went back into place. Emily turned and began to walk away. "Emily will get Lady. Lady must know what to do with the rude visitor." She said and disappeared with another CRACK.
Draco sighed in frustration and ran his hand against his hair. He eyed the two dragons that were now lifeless and still. "I don't care if I'll get expelled, I'll blast them into pieces if they come after me." He muttered. He then frowned as he registered the name the elf called herself. His mind as about to connect the dots when he saw a flicker of light from the Mansion's door and someone began to walk towards the gate followed by the house-elf. Draco squinted to see who was approaching him.
She seemed a bit young to be the Lady of the house and she had familiar black hair that ran down to her lower back. She was wearing a white bath robe that was wrapped firmly around her body to prevent the cold air from freezing her. "Draco Malfoy." Her voice spoke and Draco felt his blood run cold. Fayt Lupin stopped in front of him, the two being separated by the white gate.
"What are you doing here?" Draco asked.
She glared at him. "That's my line you bloody oaf of a twit." She snapped making him grow red with anger. "I live here. What do you want in the middle of the night?" She asked.
"I want to speak with the lady." He said.
She crossed her arms. "Then speak."
Bloody hell… She's got to be kidding! "You're joking…" He muttered. How will he be able to speak with her of all people? He realized that her mother was dead a month ago but what about her grandmother? Isn't she still here? Obviously not, seeing that Fayt had told him to speak.
She gave him a glare. "Do you think I would joke with you? And in the middle of the night?" She asked hotly. Merlin, she'll never stop snapping at him. Well at least it's fun to argue with her right? "If it is not important then leave me alone. Go home. I want to sleep." She said.
Oh so now that she's a lady, she can boss him around now? He's Draco Malfoy! He doesn't care if Fayt's part of some ancient race, he will always get what he wants. "I'm not leaving." He said.
She gave him an annoyed look. "Then my all means stay where you are. I'm not letting you inside of my house, because you are who you are and you indirectly insulted me by being rude to Emily." She said.
Draco remembered their Hogsmeade conversation back in October last year and nearly scowled in disgust. "Oh yeah, I forgot, elf-lover." He said.
That seemed to anger Fayt for she uncrossed her arms and began to march back to her house. Draco stepped forward. "Come back here! I'm not done with you!" He yelled.
"Drop dead!" She snapped. Oh, real mature…
"Fayt Lupin!" He yelled.
"Go to hell!" Bloody freaking hell…
Draco's brain began to search for something to say frantically. "Our parents might be enemies but I'm not my father and you're not your mother!" He yelled quickly.
That did the trick. Fayt stopped and turned to him. She walked back to him with her eyes flashing waves of mistrust. "Why are you here?" She asked again.
Draco couldn't really tell her what he needed. No, of course not. That would be bloody stupid of him. 'Oh yes, I'm here to convince you to come with me and follow the man who has threatened to kill me and my family.' Pfft… puh-bloody-leese. "Since it's you, I'll get to the point." Draco said slowly. "Get rid of the curse." He said. Yeah that would be nice.
She crossed her arms and her eyes flashed in recognition. "I cannot help you." She said when she closed her eyes.
"Why not?" Draco asked angrily. "You're one of them right? Those Dragon Walkers?" He asked remembering the story his aunt told him. "My mother told me that you knew some sort of ancient magic."
She gave me a wince and glared. "I do know ancient magic and even if I wanted to help you, Malfoy," She spoke his name with distaste, "I can't. I'm only sixteen and I'm sure I haven't learned half of the things I need to know. There's nothing in my knowledge that can tell me how to remove a curse after a Dragon Walker has died. We may be wise, but we don't know everything." She said.
"Then let me in so I can find out myself." Draco simply said.
Fayt nearly gave a laugh. "Don't waste your time. Nearly everything in my library is in a language you can't understand. You'll need me to do it." She said.
Draco remembered looking at her hell of a book that she used to break his nose last September. For some reason Fayt left her bag with him when she went to get some butterbeers for them at the three broomsticks the month later. He observed that the book was written in a language he didn't understand and he doubted that anyone would be able to translate it if he asked. He gave Fayt a glare. "Then…" He paused. He couldn't ask for help! But he had a mission to do… "Help me." He said.
Fayt leaned forward a bit. Here, Draco could faintly see her dark bags… "No, I don't want to." She said.
Draco roared in anger and kicked the gate. He yelped as he felt a force throw him away from the gate. He let out a groan as he slowly got up. "What did you do to me?" He demanded. "You put me under a curse didn't you?" He asked.
Fayt was smirking at him. "I didn't do anything. There's a barrier between us. You cannot enter unless I invite you in, not that I'm going to." She said.
Draco shakily stood up and he stumbled towards the gate. "You're lying." He said darkly.
Fayt narrowed his eyes at him. "I do not lie." She told him which made him scoff.
"Don't be stupid. Everyone lies." He said.
Fayt turned around. "Then there's a possibility that you're not really here to ask me if I could remove the curse for you. You could be looking for something else," She said. Damn… she's suspicious already. "Which convinces me even more that I should not let you in. Go home." She repeated and began to walk away. "Come, Emily. Leave him there." Fayt said and walked back to her mansion.
Draco knew it would be useless to call her back. He sighed and turned away. He walked away from the gate and when he looked back to see nothing but the trail leading into the Tentsmuir Forest. He made his way back to find a hotel to stay at. He waited until morning and found the same man who had apparated him to Scotland. "Just get me home." Draco snapped and grabbed his arm.
The man apparated silently and disapparated a second after they touched the ground.
Draco entered his house where he met Freya, the house elf replacement after Harry Potter tricked his father to free Dobby.
"Mistress Lestrange awaits your return, Young master." She squeaked.
Draco gave her a glare and moved to the living room where his mother and aunt sat.
"Draco!"
Draco winced when his Aunt Bellatrix Lestrange nearly screeched his name. 'Honestly, she's worse than Parkinson…' He thought as his aunt dragged him to a sofa chair.
"Welcome home, Draco."
Draco felt his blood freeze and his heart stop when he heard the snake-like voice of the Dark Lord. "My Lord." Draco bowed at the pale, hairless man with blood reptilian-like eyes and slits for his nose. "I'm afraid I could not convince the Lady to invite me into her mansion." Draco reported and closed his eyes to wait for his punishment. However, there was none.
"I did not expect you to finish your mission so quickly, Draco…" Voldemort said softly. "You have an idea who the Lady is?" He asked.
Draco nodded his head still bent to the ground. "Yes," He said. "She is a classmate of mine in Hogwarts. Her name is Fayt Lupin."
"Fayt Lupin..." He said holding an amber amulet as if speaking to it. "Then you will take both of your missions with you to Hogwarts. Do what you can to fulfill the tasks I bestowed upon you. You have until the end of the school year. Do not fail me." He hissed and with a swift motion he stood up and disappeared from the Manor.
Draco stood up and strode for his room. "I'm tired, good night, mother, aunt." He excused himself and shut the door. He gave a sigh and looked out the window. His final thoughts of the night on Fayt before he finally drifted off into a slumber.
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