Long Forgotten Soul

~~It was ultimate bliss. Floating on the air as one does on water. Arms spread wide, drifting along. If he never returned to the mortal world he would be glad of it. It was so peaceful here... so very peaceful....~~

"Bloody hell, Harry wake up!"

Harry slowly opened his jade green eyes. What he found, instead of laying comfortably in his bed, he was floating about five feet avove the matress! HIs eyes widened in realization adn the sensation ceased. He fell from the air into his beedsheets.

~~**~*~**~~

"What ails you dear?"

Harry jumped. He was sitting in Divinations and once again nodded off, reliving the morning's events.

Professor Trelawny, undoubtedly irked by Harry's lack of interest in the lesson, repeated her question. "What ails you? A dream, premonition, perhaps a revelation?"

Not in the mood to retort, Harry agreed. "A dream... yes...."

"Dreams oft have meanings," Trelawny said wisely. "Come, tell it to me."

Three times Harry recited the dream and the afterevents before she was satisfied. She sat there while he spoke, with her eyes closed. She was rocking back and forth, and her lips formed words that were inaudiable to everyone but herself.

Finally when Harry had sufficiently told the tale, her eyes sprang open. "This is my prediction," she said in a low voice. "An object of hatred will soon be an object... of desire."

The bell rang and everyone filed out of the stifling classroom, either murmuring excitedly ore scoffing in doubt.

Harry and Ron were among the scoffing group.

"Man, I dunno which I hate more - that class or Malfoy," Ron said.

"Well I'd rather 'desire' that class over Malfoy," Harry pointed at.

"Ick, I guess you're right," Ron agreed, shuddering.

~~**~*~**~~

HIs quill was moving and it was easilly passed off that he was taking he notes. He gave a short violent sneeze and continued writing, ignoring the stares he aquired from his classmates.

Draco Malfoy finished the letter he had been composing with a flourish. He let the ink dry and then read over it:

Dear Mother and Father -

How are you?

I am doing well and studying hard for thae upcoming exams. Professor Snape says that I am one of his top stupdents and that my Polyjuice Potion is among the best he had ever seen.

I am looking forward to my coming home for Christmas. Crabbe, Goyle, and I are going to Hogsmeade to buy presents. I hope you don't mind if I buy some chocolate for Persephone

I'll see you in a few days.

Love Draco

Satisfied with his letter, he dropped his quill and lapsed into mindless silence alongside his classmates.

Persephone.

The smallest of smiles touched Draco's lips. How he missed his sister so. Remembering the reason why stole back the smile.

Persephone was born autistic. Ashamed that the family name would be disgraced, Lucious kept Draco's twin a secret, and locked her up in the Malfoy manor.

Draco had spent his childhood playing in secret with her. If Lucious ever found out how close the two had become he would have been furious. Indeed, he was angry when Draco inquired about her welfare.

Yet Persephone was more dear to Draco than anyone he had ever known. He had a picture of her hidden in his bedside table.

She a pretty 16 year old. Her long hair was wavy and had lost nearly all of its color from being inside so often. She was very frail and inspite of his parents' assurances that she was well taken care of it was Draco's belief that she was underfed.

Draco looked over his short letter again and the smile returned. Yes, he loved Persephone more than anyone.

Well there was one....

Smile fading he stared at the words "polyjuice potion." And with that his plan was born.

End Chapter 1