Snake Eyes
AN: So here's chapter 3, Thank you for the reviews, they really encouraged me. just For the record i dont own much, J.K.R. does. kk
Narcissa Malfoy had never lied to her husband, she had always stayed faithful to him through all of their years of marriage, and she had bared him a son. Of course she had entered his mind to make sure he had done the same, but what loving wife wouldn't abuse her powers to do the same.
Of course her heritage would not be considered that of a pureblood witch, but people didn't need to know that. Dire cases only brought about that subject; which included danger, attack, or sometimes the bedroom.
So when she had a son she promised herself, and her husband, that she would protect him and teach him everything and give him everything while raising him as a normal wizard.
Everything was fine up until the boy felt the need to tread in his fathers footsteps, even though he loathed the foul snake known as Voldemort. His reasons were unknown to Narcissa, but she knew she didn't want him involved in all that nonsense.
Her son, Draco, was an Elnarie who wanted to become a death Eater and no matter how much she loved her husband, she hated Voldemort more.
It seemed that Voldemort had an equal amount of hatred for everyone including her and her family.
For now she stood between her husband and son while the Dark lord sat in their Mansion drinking tea. She had never told Lucius about the binding spell that she had put on him so he could not die, and she never got a chance to tell Draco about his true Heritage, she planned that for his seventeenth birthday.
While Voldemort droned on about how much of a failure her son and husband were to his cause, she devised some sort of plan for Draco to escape, hopefully alive. She could not bind him until he came into inheritance, and that was not for another couple of weeks.
It happened all too fast, Voldemort stood and threw a killing curse at her husband; she smiled inside knowing that he was safe and that his body would disappear in about half an hour.
She quickly turned to her son and ripped off the snowflake pendent that hung around her neck, she shoved it in his hand whispering a spell only she knew, She watched as her Draco slowly faded away.
" Mother" he said frantically trying to reach for her.
She vaguely noticed Voldemort Raise his wand again.
"Find Lily, and you'll find me," She said before the green light engulfed her and Draco faded into the air.
"WHAT THE FUCK" Draco screamed when he appeared in an unrecognizable room.
Running to the window, he looked out at the grounds. He was on his Grandparents property in London. Sighing in relief he examined his surroundings.
He looked around and noticed the dark blue colors of this room. Getting up he walked over to a small wardrobe that was painted an icy blue color.
On top there was a few photo frames with pictures of children in them.
He picked one up and watched his mother as a child hug and play with a little redhead and a little boy.
He placed the photos on the desk and picked up an album that had a snowflake on the front.
Flipping it open, He recognized the redheaded girl to be Lily Potter; she had to be the one that Harry got his eyes from. He looked at the captions and dubbed the boy as Erik. Apparently his mother was well acquainted with these people. They were even at her wedding.
'I wonder why I never met them' he silently wondered. He looked through the album some more hoping to find something that might help him.
"Find Lily and you'll find me" what did mum mean by that?" Draco asked himself out loud.
'Did she mean Lily Potter? But she's dead! Just like mum, just like dad' Draco thought letting the reality hit him.
He sank to his knees and stared at the opposite blue wall. The calming color had no affect on him as his tears forced themselves out.
'All because of me, and my stupid actions and my stupid conscious and my stupid heart' he thought angrily as he sobbed cradling the picture of his parent's wedding in his arms.
Crying until his tears left him to sleep, he didn't notice the glowing snowflake at his feet or the note that had fallen out of his pocket.
Four teenagers sat in the very back booth in a very empty and private café speaking very quietly in whispers. To any passerby they would look extremely suspicious. It didn't help that they were talking about a bunch of nonsense that no one could understand.
As portrayed by the old rich woman who glared at them.
"Kids today with their loud rock and roll music that's ruining their brains, they might as well be vegetables with all the nonsense they speak of" she said extremely loudly to her nearly dead husband when she noticed the teens in her usual café.
"Yeah, yeah fuck you too lady" Ianne yelled earning a glare from the woman.
"Anyway, as we saying. Voldemort's horcruxes so far consist of three things. The locket of Slytherin, Tom Riddle's diary, and the ring" Harry said listing things off of his fingers.
"I still don't understand why Slytherin had a locket, it doesn't suit him" Ron said taking a large bite out of his sandwich.
" Well what matters is the rest of them, Harry you said that Dumbledore mentioned something about the goblet of Hufflepuff correct?" Hermione said playing with her soup.
" Yeah, and there is a chance he used something of Ravenclaw's and Gryffindor's too and that leaves one more thing that he would use." Harry said sighing.
"hmmmm maybe you should just focus on one thing at a time Harry, lets search for the goblet for now and figure out what else he used when we destroy that." Hermione said drinking her juice.
"What's the current state of Hogwarts right now?" Ianne asked leaning in.
"its currently evacuated but there are multiple protection charms on it, but we don't know how it is right now. " Ron said answering her question.
"hmmmm, could we possibly get into Dumbledore's office to see if he left any bread crumbs ?" Ianne asked.
"I don't know, we could try. It would be extremely helpful" Harry said nodding.
"Ianne can I see that journal you have, on Elnaries." Hermione asked almost shyly.
"Sure" Ianne said reaching into her bag and handing it to Hermione.
"Thanks" Hermione replied immediately burying her nose in the book.
" So how are we going to figure out where to find mum and dad?" Harry asked Ianne while she finished up her salad.
"Well I got an idea of where they are, its just that Narcissa was the one that knew the pathway and how to get there, that's what Erik wrote in there" she said pointing to the book.
"Well great, maybe we can find her and torture her into helping us" Harry said sarcastically.
"Come on she was mom's friend, we can't do that, maybe she will help us out, or that kid, Drano or whatever" Ianne said picking her teeth with a toothpick.
"Malfoy will not help us" Harry said bluntly.
"well I say we head off to Hogwarts and gather as much information as we can, then we'll find out what we need to do then" Ianne said getting up.
"All right, but we're going to have to apparate to Hogsmead, it wont be pretty" Ron said frowning.
"yeah lets go, coming 'mione?" Harry asked the bushy haired girl who was paying absolutely no attention.
"What? Oh, oh yes" she said standing up as well.
Leading the way, Harry walked to the loo in the back of the café and held the door open for all of them to walk in. After Hermione made it in he walked inside himself and shut the door.
"All right then see you in Hogsmead" he said grimly before disappearing with a pop.
As the sun set, rays of colorful sunshine seeped through the gray clouds of the London skies and woke a sleeping blond from his restless slumber.
"Arg" Draco said as he rubbed his head tired from crying.
He got up and stared around the room. Getting up from the floor her picked up the photograph that had fallen.
"Ill kill that bastard for you" Draco said watching his parents dance around happily.
Stuffing the photo inside his robes. Feeling his stomach grumble he walked out of the room and ventured to the kitchen.
His grandparents had died not too long ago and he was first in line to claim the inheritance since his cousin Nymphadora was banished from the family. Walking down the old hallway he greeted all of the paintings and stopped at one of his Grandfather.
"Hello Grandfather" Draco said rousing the old man in the portrait from his slumber, his grandfather coughed and yawned before settling his eyes on him.
" Why hello young Draco, how are you this evening?" he asked settling his glasses on the young man before him.
"I could be better" Draco said half sarcastically. His grandfather always spoiled him, but he didn't know how to tell him that his daughter died.
" What brings you here son? Are you on Holiday? Where are your parents? I've been meaning to speak with Narcissa," he said rambling.
Hearing his mother's name caused his voice catch in his throat, he just couldn't bring himself to say it, It didn't seem real it just felt like they had left him to go on Vacation in Tahiti or ice brooming in Northern France.
He looked at the portrait of his grandfather. There he sat proud and wise, His salt and pepper hair swaying over his smooth pale face. Draco always admired the man, he was mind blazingly smart and he was a cunning Slytherin. He was always working on experiments when Draco was younger, but he never mentioned what.
"Well son what is it? Do I have some dust on me?" he said trying to peer at his frame.
"Granddaddy, she died. Earlier today. That bastard you-know-who killed both her and Father and I couldn't save them " He said using the term of endearment he used to when he was very small.
"What are you going on about son, she can't die. She's immortal; the worst that can happen to her is that she'll fall into a deep sleep, unless of course she killed herself. But this Voldemort fellow can't lay a hand on her, or Lucius for that matter. Unless of course she hated him and didn't bind him, but to have a wedding that expensive she better have loved the man," He said grumbling.
"What?" Draco asked dumbly. There was no way his mother was immortal. She was a pureblood!
"That's impossible" Draco scoffed not liking how his grandfather was playing with his mind.
"I see you haven't come into your inheritance yet," the painting said as he sighed.
"What are you talking about?" Draco said angrily. He was frustrated that he didn't understand what was being said.
He was not used to not getting what he wanted.
" Go look in my old office my young dragon, its downstairs in the dungeon. Look on the bookshelves for any Books or Journals on Elnaries. I assure you, you will not worry so much about your parents after wards. " He said chuckling and sitting in a painted chair dozing off immediately.
Watching his grandfather's portrait drift off, Draco turned his heel and headed for the stairs. His hunger soon forgotten as he trudged down familiar stairs to his grandfather's office.
"Wow, this place looks dead" Ianne said as they all stood in what was once a cozy and bustling street in Hogsmead.
" I almost cant recognize it" Hermione said looking around at the gloomy setting of the destructed town.
"The Shrieking shack looks good compared to everywhere else" Ron said sadly staring up at the hill where they held memories of their third year.
"Shrieking shack?" Ianne asked mockingly. "How original" she mumbled rolling her eyes.
"Come on, lets go before it gets darker." Harry said staring straight ahead. The reality of the war was bad enough, but to be in a place that was so familiar to him seem so different was heartbreaking.
They started their long walk toward the castle they once knew as home.
The walk was long and silent, coming up to the gates of Hogwarts the four stopped and stared at the old Iron entry.
"Ianne, whatever you do or whatever happens. Don't transform. Incase there is anything that can give you and I away to Voldemort, that's a chance I refuse to take, so promise me you wont do anything. If something happens, run. The same goes for you two as well," Harry said emphasizing every word. The tone he took was serious and somewhat cold.
Ianne stared at her brother and nodded slowly, Ron and Hermione followed suit.
Harry nodded and Hermione brought out her wand muttering a ward-detecting spell.
They watched while the Iron Gate stayed still giving no sign of a spell being cast at all.
"What's wrong?" Ron asked.
"The barriers have been broken, there's no protection on the castle." Hermione said trying to keep the fear out of her voice.
"All the more easy for us" Ianne said walking to the Iron Gate and pulling it open. Before Harry could stop her she entered the gate and kept walking.
"Is she bloody insane?" Ron asked hysterically reaching for his wand.
"I think so," Harry said following his sister.
"Lets go Ron" Hermione said pulling his arm.
As they walked slowly through the once familiar grounds all hoping not to be caught by anything, the sun set, leaving the young magicians with nothing but a cloudy night.
"Harry lets go in through the side passage" Ron said indicating to the stonewall by the Quidditch field.
Nodding his head in agreement they crept silently to the wall, holding his breath Harry pointed his wand a certain brick and mumbled the spell.
They all walked in through the small opening that had formed in the wall.
"How can the Order leave the castle so unprotected like that?" Ron said shaking his head in the dark.
" Well they don't really have to worry about Voldemort destroying it, He loves it here, plus it's too dangerous to keep anyone here anymore." Harry whispered back as he led his friends through the dark and slimy walkway to the dungeons.
"All right we need to choose who should stay here and stay safe, while two of us go under my invisibility cloak." Harry said pulling out the miniature cloak from his pocket. He resized it and held it in his hands.
"I don't need that, and neither do you. We have it in our power to become invisible whenever we need to too. Just place you hands over your eyes and breath out very slowly counting to fifteen" she said demonstrating. They all watched while she inhaled and exhaled slowly fading away.
"So its settled you two take the cloak and we'll go invisible. Ianne hold on to my hand, you don't know how to get into Dumbledore's office." Harry said holding out his hand. He felt a very warm small hand enter his but he couldn't see anything. Smiling he handed Ron the cloak and used his free hand to imitate his sister.
Once he had disappeared as well, He saw Ron and Hermione get under the cloak. Harry slowly opened the passageway behind a painting of a rose bush that was now dying. He slowly crept out tugging his sister along with him, He watched as the portrait closed indicating that Ron and Hermione were out as well.
They slowly walked through the halls. It felt cold and sterile without the warm sprits of students, the castle seemed dead and tranquil. For having the barriers broken it seemed pretty abandoned.
All of the paintings had been removed and the walls seemed barren and grim. Looking around Harry felt a pang force its way through his heart.
They reached familiar statue of the gargoyle. Still invisible Harry reached out and traced the patterns on the Gargoyles face counterclockwise six times. Dumbledore had taught him this last year before he died.
Watching the gargoyle move out, Harry pulled Ianne in with him and waited for Ron and Hermione to snake in too. Once the Gargoyle moved back he stood on the first step of the spiral staircase.
"Is everyone here?" He said barely whispering.
"We're here Harry" He heard Ron mumble back and he felt Ianne squeeze his hand.
They felt the spiral stair case move up ward taking them to the all too familiar corridor.
Once they got off, Harry pulling Ianne along with him Ron removed the cloak that kept him and Hermione covered.
"How are we going to get in Harry, shouldn't it be locked and warded. I heard that the ministry couldn't even get in last time I checked. " Ron said looking extremely pale.
"Yeah, it should be. Once Dumbledore died his office should have locked down sensing the attack. I'm not sure if they ever got through, they were all a bunch of dimwits working for that bloody bastard." Harry said referring to Scrimgeour. Harry placed his hand upon the middle of the door. Using the trick that Dumbledore used, he used his middle finger to scratch the door slowly.
"Diesmortar" he whispered. The door creaked open.
" Lets go in," He said leading them inside the room.
They walked in to see everything absolutely cleared out. The only things that remained were the empty frames of the portraits that once hung.
Reappearing Ianne and Harry rushed into the room.
"Damn it" Harry exclaimed, he stood in the middle of the room of nothing. The fireplace looked dead and the room was completely wiped out.
"Ah hell, what do you think happened to all of his stuff?" Ron asked looking around.
"I have no idea," Harry said sitting down.
"Oh well guess we have to start from scratch" Ianne said standing on the large windowsill.
"Guess so" Harry said rubbing his eyes.
"You do realize that were going to have to travel as muggles? Right Harry" Hermione said looking out the window.
"Yeah that's a given, we cant travel the wizarding world, it'd be too easy to get caught." Harry said
"Well we might as well start mapping out Voldemort trail from the time he left Hogwarts" Hermione said.
"I can lead you guys anywhere you need to go, I've traveled all my life. I can get from one place to another" Ianne said jumping down.
"Do you guys want to find your parent's before or after we destroy the Horcruxes" Ron asked eating a chocolate frog.
"Hmmmm I think its up to Harry" Ianne said.
"I think we should see if we can find them first while we trace out Voldemort route. They were doing research on him before they died, they could help us" Harry said looking down at his claws.
"Its settled then, we should get out of here though. My friend Iris lives here in Scotland, she'll put us up for the night" Ianne said leading them out.
Draco Malfoy sat stunned in his grandfather's plush office chair. In his lap were books, scrolls, photos and small figurines.
' I'm an Elnarie' he thought.
"I am a powerful being created by my very own grandfather," He whispered to himself.
Picking up a small figurine. He watched this miniature version of his mother flap her wings and wink at him while smiling.
He had only remembered seeing his mother like this once.
Flashback.
A five-year-old Draco Malfoy walked around his large manor wondering where his parents had gone.
It was a clear winter night, the fresh snow had dusted the Malfoy grounds, but his parents were nowhere to be seen.
Walking out into the garden he heard his mother's laughter, and Lucius's playful tone that he only took with his wife and son.
Walking out in his thick winter robes and little hat that barely allowed him to move, Draco followed his Parents voices around the garden.
He stumbled upon a small clearing. All the flowers surrounding it were frozen and there stood his Father with his mother, but his mum looked different.
Her hair was longer it tumbled down her back and it was the color of the snow surrounding them, but it had a golden contrast to it. Her robes were flowy and light one would think she might freeze but she just danced around as if the chilly air was nothing more that a warm breeze.
He looked at his mother's face and saw that her blue eyes looked like the color of deep blue water and on her forehead was a strange symbol. Her teeth were long and pointy and her fingers were long and graceful while they teased her husband's neck.
What startled Draco the most were the iridescent wings that protruded from his mother's back. The dark blue studs that glittered across them were the only things that stood out amongst the snowy background.
"Ohhhh I love the snow… don't you?" she said laughing and twirling about in his arms. He stared down at the wonderful creature in his arms and laughed, his steel gray eyes holding an emotion that was rarely visible.
"Oh how I love you Narcissa," he said twirling her out.
Draco was used to this kind of behavior. They were like this all the time when no one was around. He turned to leave but a pile of snow caught his foot and he fell flat on his face. He let out a little whimper when he couldn't get up, trying to move his arms he managed to get face out of the snow.
Suddenly he was lifted out of the snow and hugged a loving embrace while getting the snow brushed off of him.
"Draco what are you doing out here alone?" his mother asked him worriedly.
"I wanted to know where you went. I wanted to make sure you didn't leave me again." His eyes downcast in embarrassment.
His mother and father looked at him startled, Draco felt his mother's warm lips on his forehead.
"Come on my sweet, I want to take you somewhere" She said flapping her wings and lifting them into the air.
Draco looked around while Narcissa winked at Lucius before gracefully flying off.
Draco Flew into the snow. His dad had taken him flying before and now he was in the loving embrace of his mum. Letting the cool air brush his face he buried his face into his mother's glittery neck and soon sleep over took him.
When he woke up later to find himself asleep in his bed he ran to his mum to find her normal again. He asked her about her wings and she said he was dreaming, but she did wink at him while waltzing him back to his room.
Snapping back to reality, Draco looked through his grandfather's notes again. Apparently they had been experimenting with the breeding of various creatures. Draco had seen the drawings of some of the first works. They were not pretty at all.
According to the journal he had read, Elnaries were the creatures that resembled Humans the most. They were created as the ultimate fighting weapons.
They original creations were sent out to live with normal wizards and muggle folk while being monitored on their behavior and power. The immortal beings were well trained and knew such advanced magic that they didn't need magic school.
However they were all split up for the variation of climates. Three were sent to Hogwarts. The fire-earth Elnarie otherwise known as Lily Evans, a muggleborn. The ice-water Elnarie otherwise known as Narcissa Malfoy, a pureblood, and the air-metal Elnarie also known as Erik banes, a half-blood. Leah Jove, the electric cobweb girl, was sent to Beubaton as a French half blood. And Last but not least the broken glass insomnia lad, Malcolm Crechnov was sent to Durmstrang as a pureblood.
It was fascinating how Draco could read so much on this one creature so fast. His mind was running in circles.
' So this is the reason grandfather would ask me all those questions when ever he saw me, and grandmother would tell me he's just insane.' Draco thought as he gathered the things he found into a black book bag that was by his grandfather's desk.
'I'm hungry' he thought as his stomach grumbled. He slung the bag over his shoulder and made his way out of the cozy office.
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