OK, it has taked me a while to update, but I has been away on holidays, so forgive me blabla, and I have also been planning out yet another new Fanfiction, which will be a Kingdom Hearts one, and I found that necessary to put in here… um… because I felt like it!!!
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters appearing in the Harry Potter books. Myleen's Grandfather, and Myleen herself, belong to me.
On with the story!!! And this is going to change perspectives a couple of times as well, but not as much as the other chapters. I am writing this now, in honor (kinda) of my promise before, that I would include something else.
Chapter 4: An empty Vessel?
Slowly I felt myself be pushed backwards as this man, this ghost, swelled, until all the space that was left was me, crouching in the farthest, darkest corner of my now disowned mind. For that was what it was, neither mine, nor his, him not having the absolute power of a wizard. It all felt so strange, my limbs were numb, probably because they were no longer mine. I suddenly realized I was a free spirit, and I quickly gained a sense of this, in that my metaphorical heart swelled, very much as Myleen's Grandfather had just done. I felt great, powerful, and for once, not like the small boy crouched in the corner, which I so often was, but the man who truly knew what it was to be free. I no longer felt that I was tied down by my feeble, weak body, this cage, vessel, which always seemed to push me down, put me down, make me seem so smaller than I, in truth was. They used to say I was lucky, rich, influential parents, popular, 'cool' (and I say it that way because cool is a matter of who you are and what your beliefs are) I was good looking, to some extent. They envied me. But they never understood it, how I would have sacrificed anything, no matter how hard it was, with my upbringing, to have been Ronald Weasley. Well not exactly Weasley, I thought to myself. Even after all this, I still had a little dignity.
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Slowly, the eyes opened. I say 'the' because I was not sure at that point who it actually was. For two reasons, really. One, I was so blinded by tears; I wouldn't have been able to see even if I had wanted to. And two, I felt so secluded; I was the only one who knew my pain. I can see now, it still haunts me, the reality of aloneness. I can see the face of the nobody that haunted me leering at me, through the darkness. I was faintly aware of thunder and lightning in the background, or something, but suddenly, a brilliant light appeared. It shone all around me, and right in me, as well. I could feel it coursing through my veins, and mostly; in my heart. Everything had faded away by this point, I had been so blind to it, as it had seemed to me that I had no-one to love me, and no-one to love back, just loneliness. But the light signified something the darkness had savagely ripped away: and that was love. I don't know how I sensed it, but someone appeared to me, kneeling in front of me, looking as though they had just been trying to comfort me. I looked up at them, what a sight I must have been. I seemed to absorb some of the light at this point, some of his light. He must be an angel. An angel… wait a minute…
"Grandfather?" And out of this angelic body, quite certainly not my Granddad's own, crippled, weak, fragile, feeble, cage, spoke himself, and I felt the light stop. For a moment I wondered why this had happened, but then I realized it, his presence shed enough light onto me to let me, and, the rest of the entire living population, to live without the Sun's own rays, to place a permanent stopper over the Sun's eager face, without harming so much as a little seedling.
"Yes, child, I am here, come to tell you something I forgot to tell you in my youth" He said, with a smile, as to show that this was a condition for one of our little jokes.
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A crash of thunder scared me senseless (excuse the pun) at this point; I retreated to a corner in the room, and could just hear two voices, one, my own, and the other… Myleen! She had awoken then. She was conversing with her Grandfather about something or other. At first, I was just glad she was safe, but then, remembered it was not so easily overcome, this insufferable grief which seemed to have consumed her, all of a sudden, this girl, at whom I was so surprised to, first, find a Squib, and therefore incapable of performing magic, which seemed so odd; I thought all who radiated power, were able to stand up to such superior dictators such as my Father, and even, as it seemed, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named Himself, had to be in the possession of some magic. They must. Mustn't they? At this point I could not answer my somewhat feeble question, and so retired to watching this reunion, between two whom, in the space of a few minutes, I had grown to silently respect; as comrades, peers, but never as fellow-wizards it seemed. I was still baffled at this revelation, how could two so feeble in their position in the Food-Chain be so self-respecting, and manage to get by with words so? It seemed I was about to find out why.
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Draco edged forward slightly as he strained his non-existent 'senses' to see or hear anything of the conversation between these two creatures, who seemed so interested in how each other was getting on.
"But, Granddad, how can I survive this if I know Voldemort's after me?" Draco mentally shivered at this name being pronounced, but his body, currently inhabited by an ancient, and dead, man, gave no sign of fear at this name, not even a flinch.
"You have powers they will never have, my dear. All those years, being surrounded by magical people, your body had to know it was good enough to be around people of 'this standard'. It's something most Squibs' bodies do; I had the gift myself, and it makes you better than all of them put together, no matter what they say." Myleen looked up at this moment, and Draco saw the determination in her eyes to actually understand make sense of what her Grandfather was saying, while she still could. He noticed this and carried on, "I gather you've noticed me watching over you, I have seen what has happened since I have… passed on…" He paused, thinking "I had to come back to tell you this one thing, my whole stay on earth was about this right now, and when I'm finished, I am going to go… wherever you're supposed to go when you die…" he sounded so unsure at this last bit, that Myleen reached over, and gently grasped her Grandfather's hand. (Well Draco's, but you get the idea)
"I don't want you to leave me again, Pappi."
"You know I'll have to leave you, but in your heart you know you can live without me, you are so strong."
Myleen understood that her grandfather would not speak anymore of this subject, by the look in his eyes. These were not the usual indifferent grey of Draco, but the beautiful pale blue ones of her Grandfather. Eager to put a stopper in her musings, Myleen asked "So, what is this special gift of mine, then?"
"Empathy."
"Empathy? And that's special?" she roared, or tried to; she didn't have much energy for being her usual roary self.
"Yes. Empathy in its highest form."
At this point, Draco could feel the eyes of Myleen's grandfather on him, and decided to retreat back to himself, however hard it was. Upon arrival, Myleen's Grandfather greeted him. The old man seemed to have shrunk and retreated a bit in Myleen's mind.
"No, you have grown. I see that while you weren't attached to a body you gained more of a grip, as it were, on reality." He gave a small, but insufferable chuckle, then became more serious. "But now, Myleen needs you to explain this"
"Where will you go?"
"I shall stay here until I have completed my task"
"You mean 'until I've completed it for you.'" Myleen's Grandfather gave a little chortle. "Okay, here goes" Draco readied himself to take over yet again.
He became himself once more, and Myleen sensed her Grandfather's recoil.
"Grandfather? Where are you?"
"He's still here, he asked me to explain what he couldn't." These words Draco spoke, but felt as if he was not speaking, he was sure he had been given these words from a prompt, but there was none. He was doing this himself, but there was no time for congratulating himself, he had to carry on, being this better person.
Well, better in his view.
Okay, I left it there bcos I haven't updated this fanfic in ages, and I needed to, sooo I just got to a place where it could end, and ended it. Is it ok? I mean it could be a bit of a cliffhangery thing, but it might jus b stoopid. Er… anyway, R+R!!! Hope you enjoyed!