Before Wind, there was Creation
((Chapter Edited))
Summary: A test product from Fred and George ends up going terribly wrong when they try it out on Harry. A wrong ingredient results in the gift of Psychometry for Harry (the Psychic ability of receiving visions and feelings through objects touched.) Draco Malfoy, on the other hand, is growing and changing his views and mind in ways both light and dark. BUT... is there a bigger force at work here? Can Harry's ability help Draco get out of the depression he is slowly spiraling into? (HP/DM Yaoi Boy/boy relationship. If you don't like it, DON'T READ.)
"Help us to be the always hopeful gardeners of the spirit who know that without darkness nothing comes to birth as without light nothing flowers."... May Sarton, Journal of a Solitude.
Many strange events are born innocent and normal for Harry Potter. Every fight against Voldemort starts as a mystery - and Harry never expects what is to come.
Hermione burst into the Gryffindor Common Room. "Harry! Harry, do you have any clue where Ron went? He was supposed to go and owl his mother during lunch, but I didn't find him in the Owlery. Have you seen him anywhere?" She asked irritably, her voice full of frustration.
Harry quickly turned around disturbed from his intense thinking. Earlier that day, he had found Hagrid sobbing in his shabby hut. He couldn't think of how to approach the subject at all. He knew that the bearded giant had a shock at the finding of his mother's death, but being an inexperienced person himself concerning grief, Harry had no idea about what to do or how to comfort Hagrid.
Fred and George rounded the corner of the Common Room, and peeked in on Hermione's outburst.
"Herm, it's probably nothing. You know how Ron is ... Have you checked the Quidditch Pitch? I've been seeing him a lot there lately, and you know how he just got that Keeper position and all-" Harry started, and a hopeful light lit up in Hermione's eyes. Relief then flooded through her like a broken dam and she sprinted into a run out of the Common Room.
Fred and George looked after Hermione as she darted out. They slowly walked up to Harry in apprehension. Harry's brows furled in confusion as he looked at the two nervously. Something wasn't right with them, he thought to himself in slight curiosity. "Harry - do you think you could help us test our newest product?" They asked. An eager smile crept slowly onto their faces. No, this wasn't right at all. He could sense it.
"Uum ... w-what kind of product?" He asked, stuttering slightly. A fear filled the now dark, jaded eyes. The fiery teens both moved forward and shoved a small, pear-shaped looking candy into his mouth. Harry spit it out, but before it could hit the floor the twins had pushed the candy back into his mouth. Both airways were blocked by the long, lithe fingers, and Harry was forced into submission. His jaw began to chew with the future- needed air. Right after he had swallowed, the twins looked at him with grins on both freckled faces.
"Now, that wasn't too bad, Harry!" George said with glee. "Was it?" Fred added.
Harry grimaced at the two. The candy didn't taste good at all and Harry was feeling like he was ready to chuck up his lunch. Before he could get the question, 'What does it do?' out of his sour mouth, blackness surrounded him. The last thing he saw was Fred and George's narrow, frowning faces before he fell unconscious.
Draco Malfoy looked at the blue-leather bound book in his lap, the pages flipping fast as he read them. Ever since Snape had talked to the class about many of the potions at Hogwarts existing in muggle mythology, he had taken a keen interest in staying at the top of his class. It was all that was left of his school marks, and he knew Potions was the hardest thing Granger could beat him at. He wasn't going to let that mudblood take his class away.
As he looked through the book, he sighed and slammed it shut. There was absolutely nothing in the book about wizardry potions. Nothing!
'Maybe that fool, Snape, is messing with us in his own dark, sadistic ways...' Draco thought, annoyance radiating through him. He hated that Snape would do a thing like that - take them all for a loop. Tell them something that wasn't true. "My father would get him to quit so fast for being such an awful professor..." He muttered, and frowned with his normally silver eyes ablaze.
'Your father would punish you for even taking an interest in muggle things! How stupid are you, Draco?' His conscience screamed at him. He pushed the thought of ratting Snape to his father far to the back of his mind. 'Maybe I just missed something...' He thought, giving his favorite teacher the benefit of the doubt. He flipped to a page and stopped on one in particular that spoke to him like a crow calling for death.
'A tale of lying and deceit surrounds this tale of a Bronze giant named Talos whom was given to Europa by the all-powerful Zeus. Talos guarded the island of Crete. According to others, Talos was created and designed by Hephaestus, whom then gave it to King Minos. King Minos put the robot to work at Crete who would guard it by walking around the perimeter of the island three times a day and throwing rocks and other debris at ships so that they would not land on the island.
The one weak spot that the guard had was a vein in his ankle. Ichor in that one vein was what kept the Bronze-aged Giant alive. The Argonauts encountered Talos on their way home from Libya, and Medea convinced him that she would give him a potion that would make him immortal if he would let her on the island. He agreed, and when he drank the potion, it put him to sleep. Medea went to him when he was asleep and pulled the weak plug in his ankle. He was rumored to have bled to death.'
Draco paused, his mouth open in slight awe. 'So muggles DO know about potions!' He said to himself. 'Maybe I underestimate them...' He thought with a new revelation uncurling slowly in his mind.
Without knowing it, Mythology was becoming his most favored muggle subject to read. In order for him to keep reading it, he would have to be able to hide it from his father's prying eyes. Lucius would surely find it if Draco was extremely careless with it. He put the large book labeled, Muggle Mythology: Ancient Beliefs under his silver accentuated pillows.
He had bought the book from Flourish and Blotts where he'd got two new green - inked quills along with it. The quills were special and extremely expensive. It converted English to Latin and also had the ability to read the emotion of the person writing with it. The color of the emotion was indicated at the top of the quill, illuminating it with a blaring light as bright as the one created by 'Lumos'.
He took out the new quill and wrote on an old, crinkly scroll, 'Contraria contraiis curantur', or, "Opposites are cured by opposites." The top of the quill was a faint yellow, which was explained from the salesclerk to mean 'curiosity'. For awhile now, Draco had noticed that he was writing rather crazy things on the scroll. He wouldn't even think of the phrase and it would write itself. A few phrases before the last one had been, 'Video meliora proboque deteriora sequor', or, "I see the better way and approve it, but I follow the worse way." It was almost like something was controlling what he wrote, yet he couldn't find it in himself to point out what it was.
Sighing, he put the mystery quill away along with the wrinkled scroll, and went off to check what Crabbe and Goyle were up to. They would usually be in the dorm by now in which they would eat things they had snuck from the kitchens about a week before. Draco gagged on that thought – week old food. 'Gross ... Disgusting!' Was all he could think as he gathered his books for his first class, Care of Magical Creatures, forgetting the thought of looking for his two henchmen.
Harry Potter woke up in a slight daze in the middle of a room that looked very unfamiliar. He knew he was in Hogwarts for the paintings on the walls were moving.
There was one, the Duke of New Guini, whom was a very skilled magician and wizard in one. He was rumored to have been able to fight off Avada Kadavra many times in his war filled life, in which there was a darker wizard to have existed back then. When he was destroyed, many records of the war and the dark wizard himself had been erased so the minds of those whom had suffered major losses wouldn't have to pass the dark history to the younger generations. They had already had enough to worry about. They had to rebuild most of the important monumental structuring that contained wizard history which went back before the dawn of time.
The room was shrouded in a purple light which came from an unknown source in the wall. After a few moments of silence, two familiar voices rang out in the eerie atmosphere. "We're so sorry, Harry! We didn't mean to force you to-" George's voice stopped, while Fred's began. "-eat the candy. But if-" Fred stopped, George began, "-you knew what it's supposed to do, you wouldn't have wanted to test it."
Harry rubbed his head nervously, feeling a lump on the side. The impact with the side table when falling obviously hadn't done Harry good when it came to saving his brain cells. "What is it supposed to do, anyway?" He asked accusingly.
Fred and George looked at each other in hesitation and both turned to him. "It ahh ...changes you into a girl, Harry." Fred replied softly, twiddling his thumbs in the process.
"What!? You're trying to turn me into a bloody girl!?" Harry asked in disbelief, staring at his fingers. Thankfully his fingers were still masculine and still had the Quidditch calluses he had gained over the years from months of practicing on a wooden broomstick.
"Eh- Harry, you're not. That's the problem. Me and Fred think we might have put the wrong ingredients in there somehow; I'm sorry, Harry, but ...we don't know what the effects will be." George stated in confidence laying out the consequences of the treat in its entirety.
"Don't be too mad at us, Harry. You were the only one around who we could have tested it on and that's why we helped you to this room where, if it happened, no one would see a transformation of any kind." Fred stated, apologizing in his own manner for both he and his troublesome brother.
Harry sighed in temporary relief before hopping off of the hard couch he was lying on, and looked around the purple-lit room. "Where did you find this room? I've never seen it on the Marauder's map..." He said. His eyes swept over an old blood stain in the white carpet.
"It wasn't. This room was hidden. It was said there was a murder in this exact room. It was also said that the whole of Hogwarts staff shut down an entrance to this room magically and physically." Fred stated, nodding at the blood stain Harry was going to ask about.
"So - how did you both find this, then, if Dumbledore and the rest blocked it off?" Harry asked, confusion leaking out of his question.
"That's exactly it - it wasn't Dumbledore who blocked it off - it was the founders of Hogwarts themselves. Salazar Slytherin was said to have murdered a student in this very room because he wouldn't follow in his ways. I overheard Dumbledore talk about it to some of the professors and he said that is was rumored to have been his own son. All we have to do is blow this little horn that we found in the halls and a portal will appear and somehow transport us there - it's quite odd, I think." George said, laying out the eerie tale.
Harry felt a chill go up his spine. He turned around to face Fred and George who were getting up to leave. "Well, Harry - if there were any effects, they should have happened by now. The ingredient of bay leaves that we put in everything we do helps balance the time in which the effects are supposed to occur. Just wait here for a couple more minutes - don't want you turning into a girl during class, would you?" George asked, grinning mischievously. Harry was just about to get angry at them for doing it before classes but decided to limit it as they walked out of what looked like a mirror.
'So they're transported through a mirror...how odd.' Harry thought to himself in slight amazement. He looked across the room on a shelf in the corner. It looked like someone had tried to hide the mirror. Dust floated through the air. He cautiously walked across to the mirror, his shoes making soft creaks as he tip-toed over the floor boards. When he got to the shelf, he saw a weird looking trinket. It looked like it had been some kind of porcelain figurine, but it now laid in tiny pieces on the unpolished wood.
Harry picked up one of the pieces and before he knew it, his inner vision blurred, and a roaring sounded in his ears.
..."No...No, Father, please...stop...Daddy!" A boy with honey blonde hair screamed out, pleading an older male to stop the torture he was inflicting upon him. The blonde haired man, tall in stature and cold in the eyes, hissed to the boy, "You are my son! You will DO as I SAY! Why dare defy me when you know you could have anything you want by following me?" The man unclenched the boy's now scraggly hair and let him fall to the white carpet. The boy moaned and dabbed a scratch on the side of his cheek where his father had slapped him and left a mark with his snake ring. "Now ... I ask you, boy, where do you come around to even think of messing up my plans?" The man asked, forcing an unsettling calm into his voice. The boy watched him pace the room for a few seconds. "Answer me, I say!" He yelled to the battered youth lying on the floor. "But daddy, I-" His voice lowered a few decibels. "I love her."
After hearing this, the man exploded in rage, throwing things across the room. A chair, a wine glass, a porcelain doll; He shred a few of the curtains, and then his rage was extracted on his son. "How DARE you love a muggle! You KNOW how much we hate them! What would happen to my reputation if the others found out about this? Huh!?" He asked, spitting in his son's face. The boy didn't even bother wiping the spit off. He was too terrified to move, close to being too terrified to breath. "Please, Daddy, I'm - I'm sor -" He never finished. Salazar Slytherin had shoved a spear that had been on the wall into his son's ribs.
"Well, sorry isn't good enough." He muttered sadistically as he twisted the spear into his sons chest, making him groan in new-found pain. With saddened and dulling eyes, Kato Slytherin fell to the floor in defeat as the blood leaked onto the snow white carpet. '
Harry Potter dropped the piece of glass he was holding in horror. The vision could only be of Salazar Slytherin's first son. Harry Potter's eyes widened in a new terror.
"How did that - how did I...?" He asked in confusion, sauntering in exhaustion to the hard green couch. 'How could he have done things like that to a - a child? To his son!' He asked, shaking his head in wonder. It was almost as bad as Voldemort.
Chapter notes: Kato means 'Good Judgement' in Latin. Some of the stuff in here, I made up. The mythology bit, I didn't make up at all. Mythology is going to be VERY IMPORTANT in later chapters. I don't know if Salazar really had a son and killed him, but shrugs who would know, other than JKR?
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