hello everyone! This is a DracoxOC story, duh lol. Enjoy, dears!
"wandless magic?" was the first thing Draco heard as he stepped into the main hall of Hogwarts.
"What?" Draco asked quietly of Hermione, who was still staring at Prof. McGonagall like she was a ghost.
"Wandless Magic, Mr. Malfoy." McGonagall confirmed, "I was just speaking to Mr. Potter . Ms. Granger, and Mr. Weasley about it, you see."
Draco looked around the room, only just now noticing the other two, who looked just as baffled by the conversation as Draco felt. "Wandless magic isn't possible," Harry stated with finality, and Hermione nodded her confirmation, subtly slipping her puny hand in Ron's, and Draco inwardly sneered.
Prof. McGonagall sighed, and sat down at one of the only chairs not damaged by the final battle that had swept over Hogwarts not two weeks ago, and cleared her throat, preparing for a long speech, and the rest of them sat down for the long haul. "Just because it isn't common doesn't mean it isn't possible! My mother raised me on the tales of a witch who could spin spells without a wand. She was part of a supposedly long-dead race of wizards, called Druids, or 'Seirbhísigh na Fey', roughly meaning 'servants of the fey". They were native to the Highlands, using Astronomy and Science in place of the powers provided by a wand."
"well, I've never heard of them," Hermione interrupted haughtily, fluffing her hair, but Draco wasn't listening, suddenly interested for some reason.
McGonagall carried on like Hermione hadn't spoken. "They were saddled with the responsibility to create fertility and begin and end seasons in the Highlands, using ancient runes and spells even our Ancient Runes Teachers have never figured out on Scottish holidays, such as Samhain."
"….are they related to wizards?" Draco couldn't help but ask, wincing at the thought of asking anyone anything.
McGonagall shrugged. "honestly, not much else is known about them, besides that they are and ancient and brilliant race of beings. But I do believe they are related. A good example would be that they are a different breed, but much older and savage, like a wolf to a domesticated dog. But in any case, the old tale is of one that survived, a girl that's always named as 'bán laoch' in the myths."
"what does that mean?' Harry asked with ease, and Draco silently envied him that skill.
"'White Warrior' would be the best translation. She was the only female druid, the youngest of three brothers. The thing I've always craved to know, though, was her name. Truly, not her title."
"I know," came a gravelly voice, and all eyes darted to the pile of rubble, where Argus Filch was dusting away the fine dust on the marble floor, his poofy cat curled on a rock beside him.
"Truly?" asked McGonagall warily.
"Aye, why would I say so if I didn't, woman? My old Ma used to know her as a little girl ,she did. She would come when my Ma was having her break from the day's chores and have tea with her! Ma would tell me that she was mad as a hatter, owned a bat she did! A bat!"
"Her name?" McGonagall asked, exasperated.
Argus huffed, leaning on his broom like it was a staff. "Mackayla Bláth
McBain."
Everyone was silent, thinking it over. Draco said the name in his head over and over, how it flowed, each part of the name connected by a letter or a sound. It sounded like an ancient Scottish name, he had to admit.
"It is said, that the 'bán laoch' gave Dumbledore the Elder Wand," Argus muttered, turning away from them to continue his work.
"What?" Cried Hermione, leaping out of her chair to grip Argus's arm for a second before letting go with a grimace, subtly wiping her hand on her jeans.
"You heard me, girl. I have no clue how, but she did."
Ron, who had been silent before now, spoke up. "Then why don't we find the bloody White Warrior?"
"Ron, that is positively….." Hermione paused. "Brilliant!"
Draco snorted to cover his interest in finding this mad warrior. "It's an old wives' tale!"
"So, Malfoy?" Ron countered. "If we do find her, then we have found not only another piece to the mystery of Dumbledore's life, but also we've discovered a living relic! Relic's that can breathe are heard to come by, even in this day and age!"
"Hold on! So she's immortal?" Harry asked, scratching his head and simultaneously fixing his goofy glasses.
"Well, her brothers aged, right? So, she must have been the only one." Hermione stated, and then went all quiet, freaking even Draco out. Hermione always had something to say. Finally, she spoke again: "That might be why she went mad, seeing all her loved ones aging and getting sick and dying while she stayed forever young."
Ron opened his mouth to say something, but shut it like he thought better. Finally, Harry spoke. "Well, where should we start?"
Professor rose, smoothing her skirts and gesturing for them to follow her. Harry, Ron, and Hermione closely followed, while Draco hung back aways, keeping an air of "whatever" about him. Also, so he wouldn't touch anyone.
They came to the library entrance, and as McGonagall swept in, Draco noticed that it was untouched from the war.
The Professor hurried to a small little gazing ball he'd never noticed before, almost black it was so dark a blue, and shined it till the dust was gone (and there was quite a lot of it, mind you). "This," She explained, tapping it fondly, "Helps you "Find the 'who's' who are gone. We were too afraid to use it while Voldemort was alive, because this could be used as a great weapon, but now it quite different!" She inhaled and exhaled, calming herself, then leaned down, and the young wizards waited with bated breath. "Show me Mackayla Bláth McBain."
The sphere seemed to writhe, though it didn't move from it's position, the black smoke stuff inside it swirling like it was exciting to be in use once more. Slowly, white words in elegant script was etched on the inside, and the smoke inside parted to show it's message:
Castle McBain, Highlands, Scotland.
Tread wisely, young wizards. The White Warrior isn't all daft.
Well, all for now! Who is this mysterious Mackayla, and why can't Draco seem to stop his interest in her? Find out! R&R, my lovelies! J