Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters except for the Three Fates. Sorry, i forgot to post that last time.
A/N: Some of these names will be quite cheesey. Sorry. I am not good with naming places! Enjoy!
Draco panted, moaning and groaning as his hips moved against those of the man above him. He had only ever felt like this in his dreams, and Draco wasn't planning on giving it up for the world.
He whimpered when the delicious friction against his groin seized and he opened his eyes to meet glistening emeralds. Draco's breath caught as the raven-haired man stood from the bed, reaching up to unbutton his robes.
Before Draco could wonder what lie beneath those robes, three horrible and dark cackles, resembling that of three witches, broke his concentration, and the image of the emerald eyed wonder burst into flames. Literally.
Draco was now surrounded by three woman, each of them chanting different words, but they somehow managed to keep it in synchronization. It was beautiful and threatening, making Draco look and turn in every direction.
He gave a cry as spiders began to crawl up his legs, knitting a web-thread around Draco to trap him. The Black Widows crept higher as Draco tried to wipe them off, but they only latched onto his hands and kept up their spinning. The spiders scattered away after a long black thread fell from Draco's throat.
A snake slithered up and swallowed it, before letting up slid out of its mouth again and was gone into the blue and green flames. Draco though that the worst had come, but, he was dead wrong. Out from the fire stepped an elegant dragon, her scales the same shade, if not a few darker, as the firelight.
She had four legs, using all of them and their glory to slowly circle Draco, as though she were Draco worthy of something. Her bat-like wings were tattered, and edged with sickly green barbs that dripped with acid as the dragon readied for the attack.
Her head resembled a crocodile, horns or elaborate ears spiking the edge of his skull. Black fur lined those horns and the sides of her neck, thinning as they reached his wings. Her back held black spines, which led to her arrow-shaped tail.
Draco looked up, meeting moss coloured eyes as the dragon opened her mouth, gripping the thread of black web in her talon-like paw and Draco swallowed hard as the dragon brought it to her razor-sharp teeth. A forked tongue snaked out to lick it, breathed ice upon where her saliva began to melt it and Draco noticed he felt lethargic.
Pain rippled through him as the dragon bit down, breathing fire to break the thread.
XX
Draco gasped raggedly, sitting upright as he gulped in air. Coughing from the suffocating pain that still lingered, Draco looked around, feeling his panic subside as he realized he was still in his own bed. Leaning back against his headboard, Draco ran a trembling hand through his damp locks and swallowed hard, feeling tears well in his eyes.
Before he knew it, Draco was sobbing into his hands, shaking with fear of what was to come. He didn't know how he'd managed it, but he had somehow escaped his fate and kept it from that oaf of a colleague, Potter. But, now with this reoccurring disturbance in his dreams, Draco couldn't help but feel the long awaited dread that had plagued him since the first cackle over seven years ago.
The cooing of an owl, and tapping on his window, drew Draco's attention and he sighed, spotting Potter's snowy owl, Hedwig, on the sill. Looking behind the owl, Draco cursed at himself and flung back the covers and stomped towards the window. He flung it open, wrenched the letter from Hedwig's grip, and opened it.
Malfoy,
Kingsley says get here; your three hours late! We have a new case that needs to be looked at, and doesn't feel like explaining twice.
-H
Stupid Gryffindor, Draco thought, heading for his shower, his dream in the back of his mind for later worrying.
~~X~~
Kingsley was frustrated as ever when Draco finally made his entry into Shacklebolt's office.
"Yea, I know I'm late. Just give us the case so we can get this over with." Draco snapped, dropping into the chair next to Harry's as gracefully as usual. Draco noticed Harry watching him out of the corner of his eyes and shot him a haughty glower. Harry's cheeks tinted, causing Draco to arch a brow as Harry looked to folder Kingsley held out to him. Quickly taking it, Harry busied himself with the file, frowning and finally freezing.
"The Three Fates? But, I thought they worked for the Ministry. Why are we going after them?" Harry asked with a frown, seemingly unconcerned, but Draco, not only felt, but saw the distress and fear and betrayal that Harry felt.
Shacklebolt took no notice as he sat in his chair with a heavy sigh.
"It seems that the Ministry thinks the Fates will turn on them soon. Everyone agrees with the fact, except for me." Draco cocked a brow as Kingsley shook his head.
"Astra isn't going to like this." I muttered, making Draco's brows knit in confusion.
"Astra? Who's that?" Draco asked, looking to see Harry's pale face. His head was down, hiding his face from Kingsley and staring with fearful eyes at the file in his lap.
"Astra, is a Guardian of the Three Fates. And a very dear friend of mine. It's such a shame no one can see those three woman as who they are, not what they do."
Shit. Why didn't I listen to Astra when I saw her last night? Harry thought, gnawing the inside of his cheek as he lifted his expressionless face.
"What do you need us to do?" Draco was surprised to hear the cold and bitter tone in Harry's usually casual voice, and was surprised to read no emotion in those dark emerald eyes.
"I need you two at their cavern by the end of the week, preferably before the full moon."
"What happens at the full moon?" Draco asked, looking to Harry as he stood, leaving Draco with Shacklebolt.
"It is when the Fates are at their strongest, especially when they are together. Which, is almost always. Malfoy, you and Potter have to keep the Fates separated long enough until the eclipse starts Friday night. Otherwise, well, I don't want to think about it." Kingsley said and Malfoy quickly followed the crumbling Gryffindor, determined to get the answers on why he was so emotional over this one case.
Turning into the doorway, Draco froze, realizing Harry was no where to be found. Only the file and a note lay on his desk. Face drawn with suspicion, Malfoy picked up the note, and read it, gritting his teeth.
Malfoy,
Sorry to bail on you like this, but Hermione needs me to pick up a few things from Hogwarts for her. I will catch up when I get back.
-H
Malfoy growled at the obvious lie and crumpled the paper, grabbing the file to stalk to his own office.
~~X~~
Astra sighed in her snowy heap, snuggling deeper as she closed her wings tightly to her body. Astra felt the brush of magic and she opened her eyes slightly, unwilling to fully awake. She was having a nice dream. The brush of magic came again, only stronger as it flew over, and Astra opened her moss-coloured eyes, growling softly.
She lifted her snowy head, being sure to bland into her environment as she took off. Though, she loved the colour of the deep sea, Astra knew she had to guard the mouth of the cave. Flying just under the raven-haired man on the broom, Astra looked up, seeing startling emerald eyes peer out of the scarred face of Harry Potter.
Astra's heart soared as she up and over the man, drawing his attention, but she quickly straightened her wings and blended again. He shook it off as nothing ,which was an odd thing for her cousin to do. He seemed far more troubled than the last time he had contacted her. Well, she had contacted him, but that wasn't the point right now.
Using some of her stored energy, Astra reached into the man's mind and told him to stop on the closest ledge. He quickly obliged, rubbing his frigid hands, before rubbing at his cold arms. Astra landed behind him, taking on the deep sea colour she proudly wore from her heritage and quickly shifted into the elegant, blue-haired woman known as Atropos.
Her skin was pale, except for the dragon tattoos on her arms. One was blue with green eyes, the other green with blue eyes. She wore a strapless corset top dress, the white satin brushing to snow beneath her feet. The hemline was a light blue, but when soaked with water, it took on a darker cast. Her spiky blue hair brushed her bare shoulders as Astra turned her head to the sky, taking in the night around her. Harry shook his head as the Fate looked at him, noticing that her feet were bare.
"Great Fate. Such a pleasure it is to see you outside on this beautiful night, Atropos." Harry said formally, bowing to his cousin gracefully. Harry straightened as a harsh, cold wind blew and clutched at himself, regretting that he hadn't brought his wand. Harry knew he wouldn't need it; the realm of the Three Fates was sacred, and, only their magic was to be used here.
"Oh, enough formality, cousin. I'm Astra when not dealing with the lives of others. Come, you must be freezing!" Astra said, cupping Harry's cold hands in her blazing ones and she blew gently, her Dragon Fire gently warming his hands and body. Harry shuddered as the ancient magic of the Fate rushed through him and felt it's curse upon his cousin, before sinking into his bones.
Astra pulled Harry into Faithful Cavern. The biting cold seized abruptly at the mouth of the cave, making Harry realize just how cold he was. The cavern was tinted in a rainbow of colours, the bright shadows bouncing off the walls as the light moved from crystal to crystal. There was no eeriness to the cave at all, except for the dark entrance near the back of the cavern.
"Atropos, come! Another unforgivable sap has fallen for our ploy." a woman said. She had black hair, far longer than Astra's, in a braid that fell proudly behind her. It was long enough to sweep the floor with, if it wasn't in a braid that is. Her eyes were a bright amber, almost gold, Harry realized, and couldn't help but be drawn in by the second Fate.
She wasn't pale like her un-sister, but, the exact opposite. She seemed like a beautiful African Warrior, tall, slender, and lethal. She wore white slacks with a yellow shirt, and wore a necklace with a ruby adorning the silver chain. Harry looked over to see if Astra had a necklace. No, but, she did have an emerald earring that hung from her left lobe. The glint of a ruby caught his eye and Harry gaped at the jeweled handle of the sword on the warrior's back. Sure, it was sheathed, but Merlin did it make Harry want to steer clear of the woman if she were ever angry and ready to fight.
Magic or non, this woman would surely win if someone ever entered her domain. Harry looked to the woman's hands, seeing two black tattoos adorning the back of them. He looked closer and realized they were two spiders – Black Widows for more accuracy.
"I can sense that, Clotho. Where is Lachesis? I wish for her to meet my cousin." Astra spoke and Clotho moved her piercing golden eyes to Harry. He tried not to shift beneath her incriminating stare.
"Name's Alora. At least, sometimes it is. It will be after the eclipse of course, but, for now, it is Clotho to anyone outside the Fate-hood." the warrior Fate said and Harry gulped, nodding with apparent fear. Smirking with satisfaction, Clotho turned towards the back of the cavern.
"Don't worry. You've caught Clotho on one of her good days. In fact, I think she likes you." Astra said as they followed the second Fate and Harry gave Astra a look of bewilderment.
"I really don't want to see her on a bad day, then, do I?" Harry asked, ducking into the narrow tunnel t walk behind Clotho. He looked back to see Astra's look of honesty as she shook her head. It did nothing to comfort Harry's sense of unease. Actually, Harry could swear it was only rising as he walked further into the cavern.
A/N: So, review and tell me what you think! The third Fate will be introduced next chapter, as will what the Fates do that make the Ministry so uncomfortable. Chapter three soon; promise!
Dark Wolf K2