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Chapter 3: The tragedies of war

Harry sat in the chair next to Malfoy's bed. Draco had been sleeping for hours, but Harry couldn't leave the room. He wanted to be there for Draco when he woke. He wanted to show Draco that he didn't have to deal with the pain alone. "But would Draco let me help him." They had been enemies for so long he didn't know if Draco would accept his help.

"Potter," Draco called out in a weak voice. "What the hell happen and why are you sitting at my bedside?"

"I wanted to make sure that you're ok."

"I'm fine you can go now."

"Ma-Draco I don't think you're fine. It's ok to be mad and angry."

"Potter, I am mad and angry. I've been rape by a madman and gangbanged by his followers. My father sat and watched me get passed around like a piece of meat just to get back into his Lord's good graces. But I don't have time to sit here and dwell on that."

"I'm sorry I didn't mean to upset you."

"I know you didn't. But I meant what I said. This is not the time to sit around feeling sorry for myself. If you want to help me then let me help you fight him."

"Are you sure that's what you want?"

"Yes, I'm tired of doing things as a Slytherin, only watching out for myself. It's time I picked a side and I chose the Light."

Before Draco could react, Harry wrapped his arms around him, pulling him into a tight hug. "Thank you."

"Um …you're welcome. But can you please let me go."

"Oh sorry, did I hurt you?"

"Potter, I'm not fragile. I won't break. Where's Ron?"

"He went to check with the Order after you fell asleep."

"Potter!"

"Please, call me Harry."

"Why did you come to the Manor? You knew that was a stupid thing to do. If Voldemort had caught you the wizarding world would have lost all hope."

"Yeah, I guess it was a stupid thing to do, but we needed to talk to you."

"What could have been that important to risk your life for?"

"Well… you were." Harry said softly. "Do you know anything about the Charmed Ones."

"Po-Harry, why in the hell are you asking me about fairy tales."

"Cause it's not a fairy tale. The stories are true. There really were Charmed Ones and we're related to them. You, Ron, and I are the new Charmed Ones."

"What the hell is Potter playing at?" The Charmed Ones are the protectors of magic. They're strong and powerful witches. "I can't be a Charmed One. I'm not strong and I'm not powerful like they were."

Harry watched Draco closely. He could tell that the blond was having difficulties accepting the news. He knew Draco doubted himself because of Voldemort. The once strong and proud Draco Malfoy was really gone and now replace by a scared boy.

"Draco, I know this may be hard to believe, but it's the truth. We are the Charmed Ones and we alone hold the power to defeat Voldemort. I know that you don't think that you are strong enough, but you are. You have the abilities to do great things. Don't let Him take that away from you."

"But…"

"But nothing, Draco. Voldemort may have taken a lot from you, but he could never take away your ability to do great things."

"I need sometime alone. I need to think about all this."

Harry sat in his study with a bottle of fire whiskey. Harry was never much a drinker but tonight he felt the need to drown his worries with alcohol. "I don't know if I can do this." He thought out loud to his self. "Isn't there someone else who's strong enough to handle this burden? I just want to have a normal life. I never asked for all this to happen. Why me, why not some other bloke?"

"Because you never wanted this." Ron said walking into the room. "People who crave power, end up like Voldemort. But people who don't want it, but have it, end up like you."

"You're wrong."

"No, I'm not. And why are you downing fire whiskey like it's going out of style."

"Well if you must know; I'm drowning my worries with this bottle."

"Then I think you need a bigger bottle."

"Don't worry I've got more. How's the Order?"

"I never went. I decided to take a walk around town. I never knew how beautiful Germany was. The people here are so nice and air is so much fresher."

"I fell in love with it the first time I came here too. I love Munich, that's why I decided to build my home here."

"Our home," he added in a whisper.

"How's Draco?"

"I told him he was a Charmed One, but he freaked out. He needed some time."

"He'll come around love, I'm sure of it. Do you want something to eat?"

"No, I'm not hungry. Are you?"

"Naw, I grabbed something while I was out. Let's go to bed."

"I won't let you hurt him anymore."

"I'll do as I please with my son."

"Your son? You don't have a son. You lost your son the day you gave him to your Master. How could you be so cold?"

"I did that for us, Cissa. The Dark Lord would have killed me for my failure at the ministry. I had to do it. It was the only way I could ensure that my family would be protected."

"But you didn't protect us. You used us for your own sick games. Not anymore Lucius. I will not let you use me to get to him."

"Cissa, what have you done? What have you taken?"

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"Mother!" Draco screamed, awaking from his dream.

Draco was already sitting at the table when Harry and Ron came into the room. He immediately felt their sorrow and sadness, but couldn't figure out why he felt this.

"Draco," Harry said entering the kitchen. "Are you alright you?"

"My mother is dead," Draco said..

"I'm so sorry Draco."

"Is there anything we can do for you?" Ron asked, placing a comforting hand on his shoulders.

"I'm fine! I don't need your pity. We are at war. People are going to die. No matter how much we don't want them to," Draco said as a tear finally escaped his eye.

"You're not fine Draco. You just lost your mother."

"Harry, I can't afford to mourn for her now, but when this war is over she will be laid to rest properly. Right now, I just want to concentrate on getting rid of that sick fucker."

"How did you know that you mother was dead?" Ron asked.

"I had a dream about it last night.

"What do you mean you had a dream?"

"I don't know how to explain it, but It felt so real. I seen and heard everything. I felt her anger, fear and disgust just like I can feel you sorrow, wariness, anger and sadness."

"How long have you been able to feel things like this?"

"Since Voldemort came back!" Draco shouted.

"If you are done with the inquisition, I would like to be alone for a while." Draco said jumping out of his chair.

"What's up with all the questions Ron?"

"Can't you see, his abilities are developing? The youngest sister had powers of an empath."

"What an empath?"

"Someone who can feel the raw emotions in people. It's a very useful ability, but if the witch or wizard isn't trained on how to control the ability they could go insane."

"That's the last thing we need. We need to tell him."

"Right now, he needs sometime alone. He's been through a lot. Come on, let's go check in with the Order."

Draco stood outside the kitchen listening to Harry and Ron's conversation. He heard Harry ask Ron why he was asking so many questions. He to wanted an answer on that, but never in a million year would he have thought he was an empath. He heard all the legends and stories of how people go insane because they couldn't handle the voices inside their head.

"Can I handle this ability or will it drive me insane like the rest." Draco knew he couldn't let that happen. He had to get revenge for himself and for his mother He had to make Voldemort pay for what he did to him. "You can handle this Draco all you need to do is build shields around your mind. You can master this ability, and you will."

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