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CHAPTER TWO
Draco Malfoy slowly stirred from the bed, blinking sluggishly. He brought his hands to his eyes, rubbing the sleep from them while yawning. The door creaked open, and he peered at it through blurry eyes. "Mother." He slurred. A haughty, strict looking woman with her hair in a bun stepped into Draco's room, walking quickly to his bed. Narcissa Malfoy rested the back of her hand on Draco's forehead. "Draco." She replied, casting a small smile to her son.
Draco was taken aback. The former Black rarely smiled, or had physical contact with anybody. Suddenly alert, he said in a clearer voice "Is everything alright?" His mother seemed to realise what she was doing, and quickly snatched back her hand while clearing her throat. In a sharper - though not unkind - voice, she asked "Do you remember what happened this morning? Anything of it?" Draco frowned. Morning? He took a quick look at the clock on the wall, his eyes widening when he saw the shorter hand someway past 12. "How long have I been sleeping?" he questioned in a panicked voice.
"Three hours since what happened at nine."
"What happened at nine?"
"Draco, maybe you shouldn't hear this now. If you don't remember anything, this may come as a shock, and you still need to eat breakfa-"
"Tell me." Narcissa flinched slightly at his cold tone and hard face. He immediately felt guilty and apologized with a softer tone and more relaxed features "I'm sorry Mother, but you must understand, I have no idea what happened or why my head is pounding or why my back is so sore. I'm curious."
Narcissa nodded. "It was in the sitting room," She began, fidgeting, which was most unlike her. "At the time you came in, your father mentioned something about, I quote, 'that bushy haired, buck toothed little Mudblood girl who beats you in every lesson' in the Daily Prophet. Something about a rumor of her getting together with, I quote again 'the red haired, freckled blood-traitor Weasley boy'. Heavens knows why," she added, wrinkling her nose.
"You muttered something under your breath, too quietly to hear, and then you dropped to the floor and started shaking. A lot. A strange grey smoke came out of your mouth, and then, when you opened your eyes, one eye was all glowing black and the other was all glowing white. After that you said some words. I'm not quite sure what the words were then or what they meant- they were in Latin, and you speaking very fast. Then these small thunderbolts went through your hair. Then it all stopped and you collapsed again."
Draco sat still, shocked. His mind was reeling from this new information. After a few moments of silence, he asked the most reasonable question. "Why? Why did all of that happen?"
The Malloy matriarch ran a hand through her perfect hair, taking a deep breath. "Darling, your father and I are not entirely sure. This has never happened to any member of the Malfoy or Black family before, and from the amount of power you were radiating, it wasn't a curse."
Draco knew the words, even though Narcissa didn't say them. It was a blessing. He narrowed his eyes. "Mother, you said you didn't know what I said then. Do you know now?" Narcissa nodded. "We used the Malfoy pensive. It wasn't exactly… reassuring."
"What did I say?" Draco pressed. He didn't like waiting, and his mother knew that. This mustn't be good. Narcissa seemed to steel herself, then said in a quavering voice "Powerful magic, powerful mystic. Half, half, dark, light. Power, power, power." Draco's eyebrows forked. "You said it was in lati-" His mother cut him off. "We've translated it" She said quickly. "Draco," Narcissa's voice broke "We- we think you the m-might be a…" She quickly wiped her eyes with her sleeve. "A caeli angelus. An air angel."