Even with the chill in the atmosphere, Draco felt comfortable. He never had much of an issue with the cold but it wasnt until the dreams began that he welcomed it so freely.

Wand in hand, he waved over the darkened water whispering an enchantment. Suddenly the dark liquid sparked to life with what looked like brightly colored spirits; they began to dance on top of the lake.

Dancing and splashing in and out of the water, they seemed to be putting on a show as he stared on. Staring through the beautiful creatures and into the foggy abyss as if there was something out there for him. Too many times, he thought.

Too many times he has sat here, staring forward. When was he going to come to the realization that there was nothing for him out there?

Suddenly a large splash came up from the middle of the lake, immediately grasping Draco's attention. The spirits evaporated as more frantic splashes arose from the intial source. Draco shot up from his spot, clutching tightly to his wand and taking on a defensive stance.

He didn't know what was in the lake, nor what may be wanting out, but he could assume it didnt want to make friends with him. The splashing didnt seem to be coming to an end. Draco narrowed his eyes so that he could see more clearly through the fog.

When that failed he casted a clearing charm. Suddenly he could make out that it was two creatures creating all of the chaos. it was a mix of scales and leathery skin that were emersing from the dark liquid.

Luckily, from what Draco could tell, he had not been spotted. he quickly knealt and murmured yet another charm and all of a sudden the lakes entirety glowed beneath him.

When he stood he noticed the large pool of liquid they were thrashing in was in fact blood! Quickly he accio'd his broom to his side. it shot from what seemed like nothing inside a cloud of fog.

Draco wasted no time, leaping onto it with the same grace and finesse he had shown many times in the quidditch court. He shot forward to the center of the lake, high enough to not be grabbed and close enough to make out the two shapes. One was quite large. It had darkly colored leathery skin and looked to be attacking the other head on.

When his eyes gazed over the second body in the lake his heart dropped. "potter?" Draco gasped hardly audible at all.

Before his brain could make all the connections he so desperately needed, his wand was in hand and there were charms and wordless spells slicing through the murky water and into the leather skinned beast.