Make Me a Match—Chapter 1— Beginnings, Beginnings
Author: Aian Omoi
A/N: My GOD I haven't typed anything in like…. Two years! So much has happened my dear readers, I just don't know where to start. Ah well, I might as well allow you to read! (Don't forget to write a review!)
Disclaimer: Of course I don't know anything but the plot and the ideas that aren't JK Rowlings' I will not attribute the veela idea to Frizzy, considering they don't own veelas either. My idea, my plot. Frizzy can get kudos elsewhere. :)
It was a matter of time. The location didn't matter. And there was the person. Someone to choose. Anyone close would do of course. They wouldn't know it…
A wind blew through the capacious manor, rattling the levitating candelabras ominously. The half-light of the dim globes circled his throne as he meticulously copied ancient manuscripts to rune-covered tablets. A sliding, slimy, sound rolled across the room like sandy water, softly scruffing the slate and marble walls. Shivering, the candelabras quaked as if they too feared the occupants of the room. The tap, tap-rapping of his long sharp nails beat into the ebony of his workbench as the emerald snake most fluidly climbed her master's frail body.
It was a matter of time. The tablets to occupy it. The patience to endure it. The hunger to enjoy it. The desire to sate it. The death to end it. And Voldemort chuckled to himself.
---
It wasn't his birthday. That was during the schoolyear, January third. He hadn't done anything special. He wasn't expecting anything. So why did his father want him?
Stepping into the enormous study, Draco Malfoy looked around. Books covered his desk. From what he could see, the matter included everything from blood rituals and dark magic to vampires and silver properties.
Just a bunch of boring shit.
Scratching just under his jowl, Draco tried to convey all of his curiosity and nonchalance, a paradoxical combination.
"So father… about exactly what did you want to speak to me?"
"Sit."
Draco chose a comfortable chaise lounge. Eyeing the effervescent dust motes, glittering the sun's light as it set, Lucius Malfoy turned to face his son and spoke.
"Draco, there comes a time in every man's life when his body changes to accommodate life, his genetic material, et al. It all impacts this development and process… Of course, you…"
"Are you serious? I think I got the sex talk from Mother years ago, Father. I AM sixteen you know. Seventeen soon."
"Yes of course, well… Draco that is the point. This year you won't be coming home for the Christmas holiday. Necessity requires for us to let you be as you'll be changing far more than a normal young man would. You see, genetic materials with our pureblood magic of course play a much larger part in our family. By now, you may even be hungrier than usual, and when food is presented, you aren't as hungry."
"So?"
"Don't interrupt. On January third, I want you to go DIRECTLY to Headmaster Dumbledore's office. He has been sent an owl notifying him of this process. He will no doubt be best equipped to handle your condition at that time."
"Father, what are you talking about? You look frazzled."
"Indeed. I had hoped that it would skip you as well. It's a great power and a dreadful curse if uncared for. Try to understand, this can be easily appeased, and you, just as Abraxas, my father, did, can live a normal life. No problem. You'll just have to be careful. Even though this has come out recently to the wizengamot as a prejudice issue… There have been a few triumphs, considering they don't have to kill, but many are still disturbed by the thought of it."
"Of what?"
"Here's some summer reading Draco. I want you to know, you are my little dragon."
"And?" Draco knew something was wrong. He was getting nervous. His father only called him his little dragon when he thought Draco was asleep at night.
"Well, Draco you can't hide. You're a pureblooded Vampire." Pronounced Lucius, at which point Draco Malfoy stumbled backwards, collapsing in a chair and all the books on Lucius' shelves sprung out of their homes, unbound, and fluttered to the floors as sheets of paper from a release of shocked magic.
"Shit, that's some work to do." Muttered Luciius as he started casting spells to clean up the mess.
---
"Get out Dudley." Harry was NOT in the mood at the moment. He was tired from working out in that horrendous garden all day. He swore they just let it go untamed as long as he was at Hogwarts. The vines had wrapped themselves around the iron bistro table and chairs and the pavers had little weeds coming up between. It was terrible, really, the way they let something like that go just to torture Harry. After all, the backyard was fenced in so the neighbors couldn't see. It was Harry's personal Hell.
Dudley still stood in the doorway as Harry looked out the window. "Harry. Mumsy and Popsy wouldn't want me to give this to you, but here anyways." Dudley was being nice? He handed Harry a glass of pink lemonade and left quietly. That was quite odd. Ever since Harry had saved the whale from death in the summer between his fourth and fifth year, Dudley had deemed it neccessary to be kind against his parents' wishes. He was sneaky about it though.
"Thanks." Harry whispered as Dudley padded down the steps. Placing the glass down and pulling out a piece of parchment, Harry sent a letter to the Weasleys requesting that he be picked up for the summer. No doubt the Durselys would mind that their personal slave would be gone, but they really had no choice about that sort of thing. Arthur after all, WAS a qualified wizard.
---
In a dark cave, beneath a volcano somewhere near the Yukon in Alaska, secluded and secure, an old woman fluttered her bubblegum-pink wings while petting a white tiger cub. The kitten jumped off her lap as she stood crossing over to a large pentagonal table covered with upturned cards, displaying a face of every being in the world. The old woman shivered and sat down. At the table sat two more women, one with white wings, one with black; they were triplets. The pink-winged one spoke first.
"Elmadora, did you hear?" she asked of the black-winged matchmaker.
"Yes Lyphinnea, we're eliminating the unclean ones first."
"Let's have some fun this time." Said Lyphinnea.
"Lyphinnea, you always want fun. This one is serious." Said the white-winged matchmaker.
"This one is perfect, Sipathae. No, not her." The face on the card Elmadora held faded as did most of the cards on the table.
"Be careful, Lyphinnea…"
"I'm only searching. You know how I have to feel each one." She said as she stroked her hands over the cards.
"Nothing ironic." Sipathae's choices were so boring.
"Love is ironic." A lesson Lyphinnea had learned. Hadn't her sisters?
"This girl?"
"Too red-headed. No girls anyway."
"But it's a he!" Elmadora complained, throwing down all of the choices she held, as they faded.
"I know." Lyphinnea had that touch.
"He's had enough in his short life." Sipathae always was the one that thought of everybody's feelings.
"Exactly" Lyphinnea hummed, still sifting through the deck.
"Lyphinnea…" Elmadora warned, looking up through her spectacles.
"Ah! Here he is." Lyphinnea shivered with anticipation as she revealed the card to her sisters as if she were a fantabulous magician.
"Oh. We see. Lyphinnea… are you? Well yes… yes… We see now." The sisters nodded and placed their hands in their laps, before putting the cards back in their correct places.
"It's decided."
"Draco Malfoy."
"Harry Potter."
"It is almost time he be awakened." Lyphinnea smiled. She knew this was right.
---
A/N: PLEASE REVIEW!!!!! I know it's starting off slow. I'm sorry. Try not to be too harsh. Chapter 2 is much of the same, I think. I'll have it up soon. Oh my ba-jesus this is tiresome. Oh and sorry about the cut to Ginny. I just think she never did deserve Harry. Little prat…