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It was winter time, snow covered the ground and the castle looked like an icy fortress. Tow men and a woman stood before what looked to be an army. The woman was tall with long brown hair streaked with red that was braided down her back. Long slender fingers grasped a bow as calculating brown eyes scanned those in front of her. The man to her right was also tall with sleek black hair and smoldering grey eyes. A long staff rested in his hands and a smirk was planted on his thin lips. On the other side of the female was a shorter boy with long black hair braided down his back and frigid emerald green eyes. A sword rested in his hand, a look of sheer intensity in his eyes.
"Victoria, Azreal, what is the plan?" The youngest of the three asked softly. His voice was like music in the harsh and cold wind.
"You will take the left, Vic will take the middle and I will take the right. We will each divide and concur." The eldest of the boys said and a smile split the other two's faces.
"Well little brothers, it is time." The woman, Victoria, said as she notched an arrow. With smirks the three charged the enemy who lay before them, Plants seemed to spring from the ground, trapping people from the army in a deadly grip. A storm picked up as Victoria jumped into the air; large black wings broke from her back as arrow after arrow was descended into the army. The third brother smirked as his sword flew, fire seemed to cascade the blade as it swung. The screams of dieing men filled the air, the enemy was foolish to come to there home and try to capture them.
"Aries, the enemy is retreating." Victoria said with a viscous smile as she landed beside the youngest, soon they were joined by Azreal who nodded in approval.
"Shall you put your wings back in sister? Or should we go after the enemy?" The youngest asked as the wings were retracted, leaving Victoria to roll her shoulders to eliminate the slight burn.
"Let them flee like cowards little brother. I would much prefer a nice rest." Victoria said as she gazed lovingly at her youngest brother.
Harry awoke from the vivid dream with panting breaths as Draco sat looking at him in worry. One look around showed that he was in the infirmary. "You're awake Harry," came the relieved words from Draco.
"What am I doing in here Drake?" Harry asked softly as he looked around.
"What do you remember Harry?" Draco asked softly, worry etched into his face.
"The welcoming feast, we were all sorted into Slytherin and Hermione wanted to the heritage potion, you and I snuck off from the main group to ask Sev, but he said to wait. I remember we were on our way to the dorm, but I don't remember anything after that." Harry said as he searched his memory.
"We were attacked, you had lost so much blood, and I thought I had lost you." Draco said with a look of pure anguish on his face.
"My babies!" Narcissa said with teary eyes as she walked to the bed at a brisk pace. She hugged Draco tightly before moving to sit on Harry's bed and ran a single hand through his hair.
"Mum, where's father?" Harry asked softly, as Narcissa gave him a shaky smile.
"He's dealing with the board of Governors to get those foul people expelled for what they did." She said softly and Harry gave her a slight nod. Just then a thunderous Neville and Hermione entered. Draco tugged him mum away who gave a confused look, but Draco mouthed 'later' as the two newcomers took a spot on ether side of Harry.
"Foul wretched things," Hermione hissed in anger, her face contorted with loath and anger, softening when she saw Harry flinch from her emotions.
"Not you Harry, never you." Neville said as both Hermione and he wrapped there arms around Harry and within moments the three were asleep.
"They have returned." Narcissa said with disbelief as Draco nodded.
"So we figure, we won't know for sure until we are sixteen, but I have little doubt." Draco said with a friendly smile as his mother took a seat.
*** Headmasters office***
Albus Dumbledore sat behind his desk, his head in his hands. He didn't know how he was supposed to keep the three away from each other. He thought that separation at birth would stop all bonds from forming between the three, and yet they were currently all in Slytherin and getting along famously.
Not only were the three getting along but Harry had been taken from his relatives and raised by Malfoy's. Harry was supposed to hate the dark spawn, and all things dark. All of his well laid plans were crumbling and he didn't like that, not at all.
He let out a loud sigh as he tried to rub the ache from his pounding temple. Why couldn't the children do what he wanted them to? Why must they disobey him? At least the youngest Weasley male would keep the children in line.
Sorry it's so short, my fingers are currently wrapped up making it hard to press keys, so don't expect an update for a while. I will update when my fingers are not bandaged, lol. Thanks for all the lovely reviews, please leave a review!