A/N: Chapter two for you guys!

Thank you so much for all the reviews! You are amazing!

So, in case you haven't noticed, the story has gotten an added title: The next Dragon Lord, and this is because the story is gonna have two parts, this being the first.

It's gonna be a sixth year and seveneth year thing, just so you know :)

Also, I should mention that I had noted the story feature Arthur, however he won't show up until part two.

Sorry :S

But you got Morgana instead, so I hope you will manage ;)

Hope you like this.

Enjoy :)

Chapter Two

Draco closed the main door and let out a long sigh. He could hear the echoed murmur of the people gathered in the dining hall and quietly moved straight for his bedroom. He really didn't want to be highjacked and forced into attend another of their meetings. He didn't want to be in the same room as them, more than necessary. Draco had gotten his instructions, his so-called mission and until it was done, he hoped he didn't have to face any of them.

Draco felt the icy cold before he heard the door and froze half across the hall.

"Well, well if it isn't the young Malfoy." The voice struck him like piercing icicles, and he closed his eyes, concentrating on hiding his magic and emptying his mind, so the woman, slowly coming up behind him, wouldn't be able to read him. It was something the old man had taught him, telling him that the kind of magic, he was teaching him, wasn't exactly legal, in the eyes of the ministry. Letting out a deep breath, Draco opened his eyes and turned towards the woman.

"It's rare, to bump into you," She said and gave him a sweet smile, stopping right in front of him, her eyes locking on his, "I get the feeling that you're avoiding us?"

Draco returned the smile and held her gaze.

"Not at all, Lady Morgana." He answered, somehow able to keep his voice straight and himself calm, "I just have a lot of… preparations before school starts. You understand?"

Morgana crooked her head and gave him a curt nod, holding his eyes for another silent minute.

"Well, I do hope to get to know you a little better, before you have to leave." She finally said and took a step back, "After all, we're counting on you."

Draco returned the nod in understanding and gave a small bow before the turned and headed for his chamber.

Morgana watched the young man, as he took the stairs in a few quick steps.

"Wormtail!" She called and headed back to the living room. The small man appeared before her the next second and opened the door for her.

"My Lady?" He asked, voice shaking in barely controlled fear.

"Keep an eye on the boy." She said and picked up her dress, joining the others around the long table. Wormtail kneeled down next to her.

"The boy?" He asked confused, as he glanced at Voldemort for confirmation.

"The Malfoy boy, there's something off about him…" She said thoughtful and looked up at the boy's mother, who looked back at her confused. She then heard a small chuckle from Voldemort.

"About Draco?" He asked and covered his mouth, trying to hold back his laughs, "The boy is my pawn and I've got him right where I want."

The people around the table laughed along with Voldemort, however Morgana merely glared at him.

"I once underestimated someone I thought I knew and that person ended up killing me," She spat hatefully, causing the others to stop mid laughter, "So excuse me Tom, for being a little extra cautious in this life."

Voldemort's chuckles faded, as he dried away the tears that had appeared because of his laughs.

"Well, no worries my Lady," He assured her and waved his hand in the air, dismissing her, "Draco is completely harmless."

Morgana gave the Dark Lord a last look, before she huffed and looked away, leaning back in her chair and crossing her arms, letting the meeting continue. The deformed fool could think whatever he wanted, it would be his funeral. She couldn't let go of the feeling that something wasn't right with the Malfoy boy.

Morgana had spent the better part of a thousand earth years as the Cailleach, gatekeeper to the Spirit world, before she was released last Samhain, by the wizard Tom Riddle, on the condition that she helped him with a 'little matter'.

Ever since her return to the living, Morgana had become even more sensitive to magic. She was able to sense it, however little, in every person carrying it. For some reason, the magic was restrained in every person she'd met, and Morgana had to wonder, why you as a sorcerer would willingly restrain your own magic. But apparently, that's how it was for modern sorcery.

No doubt some sort of compromise with the non-magical folk.

However, she hadn't been able to feel anything from the Malfoy boy just now. She hadn't been able to read him at all. Which was odd, since he was supposed to carry, at least some amount of magic.

Alternative was, that he was somehow hiding it, something which required old magic. Very old magic.

…

Draco shut the door behind him and let out a breath he had been holding back as he slid down to the floor. He opened and closed his icy cold hands, trying to warm them up. He was shivering like crazy, feeling the cold penetrating his every inch of his body.

It was like this whenever he met the woman that Voldemort had brought into his home. She left a cold and feeling of complete hopelessness so intense, that it took everything Draco had learnt about connecting with his magic, to not get lost and give up on everything entirely.

He closed his eyes and pulled up his legs, focusing on his magic and soon he felt the warmth starting to spread from within. He let out a sigh of relief and looked up. Draco crooked a gentle smile, when he saw that his dark room was increasingly lit up by small strings of warm light, floating about in the room.

"Much better." He mumbled and got up from the floor. Dusting off his clothes, his eyes landed on the desk where he found an unfamiliar book and a note.

Some light reading for the rest of your summer.

-Old man

Draco put down the note and huffed, looking at the old book.

Light reading? The book was at least a few thousand pages and by the looks of it, written in Anglo-Saxon.

"Drýcræft*." Draco read aloud from the dusty cover, then shrugged and threw himself on his bed, opening the first page.

The old man had been very insistent on educating Draco in the old languages, such as Anglo-Saxon, Latin, Germanic and Wallisian, reasoning that a lot of old and important works were written in the ancient languages, as were quite a few powerful spells. Draco was just thankful that he had a good ear for languages. It had made the long hours under the old man's strict teaching a bit more tolerable.

Draco smiled to himself. Some 'light' reading would be a nice distraction from what went on in his house and what the new school year was sure to bring.

…

He dried his sweaty palms in his pants for the hundredth time, as he looked around the chaotic and crowded platform. He hadn't felt this exposed since his last trial 700 years ago, which was also the last time he had worn his young face, except for the short meeting with the Hogwarts Headmaster. A face, which brought forth so many memories and feelings, making him feel more vulnerable that he liked. He had tried to turn back several times on his way here, however every time he would remember Aithusa's words of urgency. This was not just him. Something was stirring and he needed to do this, to figure out what. Taking in a deep breath and slowly releasing it, he stepped on the train, joining hundreds of excited kids on their journey, some taking it for the first time, while others for the last.

He found an empty compartment and dropped himself by the window. Getting into the school hadn't been any problem. Somehow, the headmaster, Dumbledore had realized who he was, not long after his appearance in the headmaster's office. Seeing an old man like him, surprised and excited as a small kid had been surreal, however when the man had regained his composure, he had immediately offered him a job, as a new teacher at the school.

He hadn't taught magic since the first years of Albion, so this would be a nice change of pace, while he tried to figure out what was going on.

He had barely gotten himself comfortable in the seat and closed his eyes, planning to take a small nap, when the compartment door opened, and voices were followed by three kids entering.

"Excuse me, "A girl with brown, curly hair said, as two boys, one red head and another one with raven hair and glasses followed her, "Do you mind if we join you?" She asked politely. He shook his head and motioned them to sit down. They nodded in thanks and sat, soon beginning to talk amongst themselves in low voices.

He leaned back in the seat and looked out the darkening sky, watching the three kids in the widow reflection. It wasn't a coincidence that it was these three, who had entered his compartment. He knew this, the moment he had seen them.

He had seen them before. All three of them, in some of the more recent dreams and visions. Even the crystals had showed their faces on several occasions. Whatever was happening, these three was at the center of it.

They hadn't driven for long before he realized how they were involved. He recognized one of the names amongst them. The black-haired boy with the glasses, Harry – the boy who lived, who Draco had mentioned. He let out resigned sigh, realizing that everything was indeed connected.

Even more so, he realized that if these three, from his visions appeared before him now, how about the rest of his visions? The rest of the crystal's prophecies? The thought of them becoming a reality, made a cold shiver run down his spine. He watched the three teens for a moment.

It really wasn't fair.

Like Draco, it wasn't fair that someone, this young, should have to be part in what the future had in store.

It just wasn't.

He was brought out of his reverie when he realized that the girl was talking to him. He blinked a few times and excused himself, asking her to repeat what she had said. She gave him a small smile and sat down in front of him.

"Are you by any chance a new teacher?" She asked and crooked her head, looking at him curiously. He cleared his throat and sat up straight, before he gave her a small nod.

"I'm…" He paused for a moment. While Dumbledore knew who he was, they had agreed that with what went on and especially if she was in the mix, it was better to try and keep himself anonymous for as long as he could. It was better for everyone this way.

"Call me Emerson." He said finally and accepted the girl's hand. The girl nodded and smiled.

"I'm Hermione Granger, "She said, introducing herself, shaking his hand, "and these two are Ron Weasley and Harry Potter. We're here for our sixth year."

…

Draco Malfoy was walking a few steps behind Blaise and Pansy, on their way to the Slytherin dungeon after the welcoming feast.

Dumbledore's speech had been less than optimistic, but what had he expected? Draco, more than anyone, knew how dangerous times they were in and it seemed the rest of the wizarding world had woken from their slumber. They had finally realized what Harry had told them two years ago about the Dark lord's return, had been true.

Harry Potter.

For every year going by, Draco hated it more and more.

The acting and the hurting.

Maybe the stun and kick on the train earlier had been unnecessary, but hopefully it conveyed the message.

Stay away.

Draco sighed at his own ignorance and drove a hand through his blonde hair tiredly.

Who was he kidding, really?

This was Harry bloody Potter, the most nosy and meddlesome guy to have ever walked the halls of Hogwarts. It would defiantly take more than a broken nose to keep him away.

"You okay there Draco?" Pansy asked in front of him and glanced back, giving him a slightly worried look, "You're sighing an awful lot." Draco looked at the two as they stopped in front of him and looked back.

"Yeah, I'm fine." He lied, "It's nothing." Draco really didn't want to involve his friends in what was going on or the task he had been given.

He couldn't.

Draco had been chosen for this and it was his burden to bear and his alone. Even Snape seemed to be more over him than usual. Honestly, Draco was already getting sick of the professor babying him and it was only the first day of term. Like this, it was going to be a very long year.

He gave his friends a look and they exchanged a glance, seeming to accept his answer, although not necessarily believing him.

Why couldn't people just leave him alone already?

Draco heard heartfelt laughter behind him and turned his head. His eyes landed on the golden trio and more specifically Harry Potter, as they headed for the stairs that would lead them to the Gryffindor tower. Draco felt relieved to see, that Potter seemed to have somehow recovered from the broken nose he had given him earlier and was now laughing with his friends.

As Draco watched them, his eyes briefly met Potter's and Draco realized that the laughter didn't reach the other boy's eyes. Instead he found a deep sadness and frustration hidden in the chosen one. It was Potter who first looked away and turned his attention back to his friends, putting up a laugh at something Weasley had said.

Draco drew a shaky breath, ignoring the tingle in his stomach and turned back to his friends, as they continued down to the dungeon.

Of cause, Harry Potter wouldn't be okay. He had lost his godfather and half of the people wanted him dead, while the other half expected him to do the impossible.

Even the strongest person would break under such pressure. Draco only knew this all too well.

Draco and his friends rounded a corner, almost reaching the Slytherin chambers, when they bumped into someone.

"Ah, Mr. Malfoy, just the boy I was looking for!"

Draco gave the man in front of them an odd look. It was the young man, who Dumbledore earlier had introduced to the student body, as their new teacher in Defense against the dark arts, Professor Emerson. He looked at Draco with deep blue eyes, which seemed familiar, however Draco couldn't quite put a finger on why. Otherwise, the raven black hair and slightly pale skin, didn't seem to ring a bell. He gave a nod to Pansy and Blaise telling them to go on without him, before he turned to the professor.

"Do I know you?" Draco asked and gave the new teacher a skeptical look. The professor chuckled wholeheartedly, which trickered yet another feeling of recognition with the him.

"Te esse adhuc mille annis est, et diluculo ad experiri aliquid trahere in me, iuvenes magus.**" He said and winked at the confused boy.

Latin? Why did the professor suddenly speak Latin to him? And wait, what had he said?

Draco eyes suddenly widened in surprise as things clicked in place. The eyes, the chuckle and the Latin words.

"Old man?!" He exclaimed confused. The professor chuckled and nodded, patting him affectionately on the shoulder.

"You're not completely lost behind, are you kid?"

"But how?! Why are you here!?" Draco asked, still not quite comprehending the man in front of him, "Just who are you?!"

"Well, I'm defiantly more than 'just a fairy tale', I can tell you that." He answered with a small huff and crossed his arms. Referring to something Draco had said when he last visited.

"No way... You're Merlin?" He asked astounded, "The Merlin!?"

A/N: Yeaih, reveal!

So, how did you like it? Please let me know :)

Also, here's some translations, just in case you don't know anglo-saxon and Latin ;)

*Magic

**"You're still a thousand years too early to try and pull something on me, young sorcerer."