Title: Heroes Somewhere Only We Know

Chapter: Where Draco takes His role as Main Character

A/N So, I just remembered this was supposed to be a Draco centred fic. Stupid Harry/Asher taking over! But yeaaaah... don't hate this chapter or anything. Not that it is bad just some people hate it when the characters have weird powers. Not that they are weird! Just- ugh I give up. Just read it please.

"I banish you creature from the kingdom of Nikstlitslepmur. Leave or I will justly force you to speak the name of Asher Snape." The black figure of Severus Snape dissolved into a small creature that looked like a cross between a rat and a toad.

"Bad wizard, tricking Zantar. Bad wizard like payer." The creature hissed and let the floor swallow him up. Severus appeared at that exact moment, the room in disarray.

"What have you done this time Asher?" Severus sighed.

Tears filled the boy's eyes as he ran to the stoic professor, embracing him tightly. Racking sobs burst from the teen to the room, Severus holding him comfortingly. Draco ushered everyone else out of the room but was met with the obstacle that was Luna. The girl was tracing her finger along the thin crack that had appeared in the floor, gazing at it with intense, blue eyes. "Luna, we have to go."

"Just a moment Dragon." She answered, speaking in mature tones. The now white haired Ravenclaw stood and dusted off her skirt. Luna lightly touched Asher on the shoulder before she departed with Draco.

"Asher, what's the matter?" Severus asked in a hushed tone.

"So much has gone wrong and it's barely October. I just want to go home," Asher whispered brokenly. Severus sighed and pushed Asher's hair back from his forehead, revealing his irritated scar.

"Have you had any dreams lately?" Asher nodded into the folds of the man's robe.

"Only one, two nights ago, something about Nagini's milk? I don't know. I'm probably just under a lot of stress." The potions professor removed his hand from the teens head and went to gaze at the window, only to be stopped short by shouting from Asher's pocket. Severus turned to his son and crossed his arms. Asher's green eyes widened as a blush crept its way unto his countenance. "Oh, and um, did I mention I found the Founders?" Severus gave Asher a look, slowly circling the room so he was once again by his son.

"Did you now?" Asher quickly removed the shrunk portraits from his pocket and laid them out on the hospital bed. Reaching into his back pocket Asher withdrew his wand.

"Finite Incantatem." The portraits grew in size until four satisfied looking Founders lay before them, eyes glinting with gratitude.

"Finally out of that room. I had almost forgotten the colours." Godric inhaled deeply, despite his being a painting. "Truly amazing."

"Doesn't seem to have changed one bit." Rowena added, looking around the hospital room and out onto the grounds. Helga smiled widely as she noticed the flourishing greens of the grounds. Salazar, whose eyes were usually cold as steel, gazed upon the grounds with warmth. A plan began to blossom in his mind as he connected with the Sorting Hat.

"What I wouldn't give to see the Great Hall," he commented casually. Helga quickly latched on to it, as well as Rowena and Godric.

"Might as well make sure my House still has the strength to be yours." Salazar glared at the smug looking Godric. Asher grinned widely and snapped his fingers. Moments later Dobby appeared a lopsided grin on his face.

"How may Dobby be helping yous?"

"Can you get a few more House Elves and tell them to set up the Founders in their rightful place?" Dobby gazed over at the paintings and gave a squeal of delight.

"Of course, Master Harry! Right away!" The House Elf disappeared with a large crack before the bespectacled teen could correct him. Three House Elves appeared with Dobby. Each one carefully grabbed on to the edges of the assigned portraits and disappeared with a crack. Asher grinned and turned to his father.

"I certainly don't want to miss this." Asher took of running, leaving his confused friends behind him. Severus walked through the door and smirked at their expressions.

"I would hurry down to breakfast." The teenagers looked at each other uncertainly. Blaise shrugged and took off running, quickly catching up to Asher. Draco gave a laugh and ran after the two boys, by passing them in mere moments. The twins nodded to each other and tapped the soles of their shoes with their wands. Wheels appeared and soon the two were skating down the cobbled hallways, frequently changing course of direction to avoid cracks. Severus turned to the remaining student. "May I ask you something?" the professor questioned as he began walking. The girl fell into step with him and nodded. "Should I be concerned that Asher believes the King of Wrackspurts in inhabiting his brain?" Luna gave a melodic laugh, very much unlike her usual giggle.

"No sir, you should feel honoured that your son has been chosen to be the palace."

"Would you by any chance know the prophecy?" Luna's eyes darted away, her hair returning to her normal blonde.

"I mustn't say, I've heard aging is incredibly stressful." Severus made a noise of agreement.

"Your connection with this generation is strong though, it will be a sad sight when they realize they must leave you behind." Luna stopped walking, allowing her professor to enter the Great Hall. Luna followed, her gaze falling on the laughing fourth years. Perhaps she should give up her youth; perhaps she should stop living in the future and take part in the present. Asher noticed her standing by the doorway and waved her over, inviting her. Inviting her to life. This was certainly an invite she was going to accept.

"Hello Asher." Luna greeted as she took a seat by him at the Slytherin table.

"Luna, you're back to normal. Well, appearance-wise." Blaise announced with a grin. Asher rolled his eyes and gave Luna a smile. Draco soon dragged the girl away so that she could meet Pansy.

"Asher?" Blaise said hesitantly. The other boy looked at him in recognition. "I- uh, I'm really glad you're okay." Asher turned serious and looked into brown eyes.

"I wouldn't if you hadn't found me."

"Have you told Professor Snape?" Asher shook his head, glasses glinting in the light.

"I... think I can handle it. I won't let him come near me again."

"You know you have my shoulder to cry on right?" Blaise asked. Asher gave a paradoxical grin.

"Finally accepted your height?" Blaise sighed and turned to face the Head Table. Asher gave a small frown. The green-eyed teen placed a hand on the others shoulder. "Of course I know that." Blaise smiled and the two faced the doors, awaiting Dumbledore's arrival. The doors creaked open to reveal the Headmaster, smiling at all the students. There were four large bangs from the Head Table and most of the students turned to see what the disturbance was. Asher still stared at the Headmaster, well aware of what the disturbance was. Albus stopped in his tracks, surprise clearly shown on his aging face, this shock soon turned to disbelief, then anger, and finally fear.

'The Founders' portraits? It could not be, they were locked away, and I had made sure of it. Them and that conniving-' Albus turned his head to look at the Slytherin Table, noticing that Draco had escaped. 'This cannot be happening. I need to make sure Harry's support crumbles. I need him to beg for the safety of Gryffindor.' Albus blinked a few times before proceeding to the Head Table passing various whispered conversations. The Four Founders gazed down upon the Headmaster as he approached, disdain clearly shown on their faces. Helga's frame glowed a honey yellow a small frown on her face. Many exclamations rose from the students as the tables shifted about the floor creating one long almost circular table. Albus turned to the woman, blue eyes blazing.

"Hogwarts is one, not many. The tables are grouped by year, not House." All the students looked at each other uncertainly, but the first and second years moved quickly, eager to sit by each other. The older students moved slowly after them, quickly arranging the tables in ascending grade so that the first years were flanked by the seventh and second years. Asher had made sure to have Draco and Blaise on either side of him with Luna, Pansy, Vincent and Greg across from him were keeping any undesirables away from his being. Asher tensed as he heard Theodore talking to someone nearby.

"I'm not sure I like this."

"Well if it isn't to Perfect Potter's liking then you should just leave and eat by yourself in a cupboard somewhere." Ron spat out from behind Asher. Draco gripped the table tightly, wanting to let Asher fight his own battles. He was not expecting tears to start rolling down the boy's face, or the wheezing breaths that were escaping his chest. Asher covered his eyes with scarred hands, his whole frame shuddering with the effort to keep quiet. The redhead behind him seemed quite shocked and took a step back in confusion, shaking his head as if trying to throw off something. If he had succeeded, no one knew for the boy soon passed out, his head hitting the floor with a sickening crack. Draco frowned and gave Blaise a look. The black boy nodded and pulled the sobbing Asher into a hug whilst Draco levitated Weasley to his brothers. Fred and Georg quickly grabbed their brother and ran out of the Great Hall.

Theodore's PoV

Perfect they were all distracted, it was my chance. I detached myself from my group of 'friends' and made my way to where I knew Asher was seated. I watched from a huddle of people as he wept in the arms of another boy. This made me angry, but I could not let my anger stop me. The other boy was smaller, weaker than I was. I licked my lips. I would take him too. I drew my wand and shot a Stupefy at both of them. I would finally get what I deserved. Then, the impossible happened. Asher looked up at the red spells and they dissolved into a mist. Then those piercing green eyes met mine and I knew no more of my motives. I was to fall asleep. Fall asleep, what a wonderful idea. I am sure after the display my dreams would not be haunted, but rather erotic. I felt my eyelids drooping when suddenly another student jolted me. I glared at the offending first year before realization dawned on me. The bastard had done something to me. I whirled around to look for the boy but he was gone, along with the gorgeous brown-eyed one. I frowned and straightened out my robes. Perhaps another time.

(This is the end of Theodore's PoV.)

Asher was relieved when he saw Theodore stalk off in the opposite direction. The black-haired boy removed his hand from Blaise's mouth and stood up, making his way towards his father. "What just happened?" Blaise accused.

"Nott, he was planning something." Blaise scowled.

"I realized that, but how did you do those things?" Asher's brow furrowed as he debated as to whether he should inform Blaise of his current situation.

"I'd rather tell my story when everyone is present." Blaise nodded in acceptance as they reached Severus. "What do you think Severus?" Asher asked with a grin. Severus rolled his eyes and took a seat at the Head Table. Asher followed him and began talking with the four paintings that were suspended above the table.

"Mr. Snape, can you do us a favour?" Rowena asked. Asher thought about it before nodding.

"I have a question first. How is it that you talk so modernly?" Salazar grinned.

"We hear everything that goes on in Hogwarts, and have picked up your language pretty well. Well, except for Godric." Godric gave Salazar an offended look.

"I totally know the lingo." Asher stifled a laugh while Salazar rolled his green eyes.

"As you can see, he is stuck in the seventies." Asher nodded vigorously. "Now, as far as our favour goes, we require you to locate our other paintings."

"Where are they?"

"We don't know. Each of us has a riddle inscribed into the backs of our frames, put there by the idiot Headmaster. Asher bit his lip and stood on the Head Table, trying to gaze at the back of the portraits.

"Severus! Severus, write this down!" Severus shook his head before pulling out a parchment and quill. "You can not find me until you find death. Okay, second one is, come seek me where their voices sound, that is if I have not drowned. Wow, these suck. If a blossom upon me you lay, you must surely wish to stay, for you cannot leave once I am found, for the dirt will muffle all your sound. I stand corrected, um let's see. For constant screams it is quiet." Asher hopped off the table and grabbed the list from Severus.

"Be careful." Severus warned him.

"Aren't I always?" Asher responded cheekily.

"SILENCE!" The Great Hall fell into stillness as no one dared to breathe a word. "Everyone to your seats." The students scrambled to be seated, everyone fearing the Headmasters punishment if they failed to do so. "None of you shall speak to the paintings today, because I am sure they are quite overwhelmed." With a flick of his wand, four pairs of enchanted curtains covered the portraits, muffling their complaints. "Now for the announcements. The students from the other schools will be arriving a week earlier due to the early snowstorm that will be occurring. Thus being so, when you return to your dormitories your new sleeping assignments will be present." The hall filled with excited chatter.

"I can't believe they'll be here!"

"How cool would it be if we bunked with one of the champions?"

"I wonder if we'll have to sleep with the first years."

"This sucks."

Asher frowned at the thought of more people coming into the school. 'New sleeping arrangements, I might have to occupy Severus's guest room.' The fourteen year old looked over at Luna whom was humming softly as she played with the steamed radishes. "Luna." The blonde girl looked up and smiled.

"Yes Asher?"

"You don't have any enemies, do you?" he asked in concern. Luna's lips pulled down as she thought.

"None that are still living." She answered cryptically. Asher nodded absent-mindedly.

"Come meet us at our dorms at ten. I have something I wish to discuss with you and the others."

"Should I bring my cork?" Luna asked. Asher paused before responding with the positive.

After a hearty dinner, the students made their way back to their dormitories, the hallways alive with excitement. Asher scowled as yet another person ran into him. Next to him, Draco was jabbering about a mile a second. 'I don't think he has taken a breath in the last five minutes.' Once they had reached the Slytherin Corridor Draco paused only long enough to spew out the password before he was once again on a tirade of words. Asher led the way to the rooms and flopped down on his bed, hearing the crunching of parchment below him. With a groan, he rolled on to his side and grabbed the parchment.

"Excellent you, Blaise and I get our own room." Asher said in excitement. Draco looked over quickly, brow furrowed in disbelief.

"That can't be right."

"Well if it isn't I am not bringing it to anyone's attention."

"What room did they say we have?"

"Uh, let's see," Asher quickly scanned his schedule. "It says room Y034. Wait, what? That room doesn't even exist." Draco threw is book over his shoulder and crossed his arms. Asher raised an eyebrow. "Resulted to sulking now have we?"

"I am not sulking." Draco murmured. Asher nodded.

"I agree it's more like pouting. You the all-mighty Draco Malfoy, pouting like a petulant three year old." Asher received a flying pillow to the face for his comment. Asher put the pillow down and gave Draco a lopsided smile. Something seemed to flutter in the pit of Draco's stomach before he was doused with ice-cold water. Draco gave a loud gasp and glared at the other boy.

"Asher these are brand new!" Asher was on his back, arms wrapped his midsection in laughter. Draco sighed and went to grab a new pair of clothes. "I'll be in the bathroom."

Asher nodded breathless from his laughter. Draco gave his friend a pat on the shoulder and went to the bathroom to change. Asher shook his head in amusement and flopped onto the bed once more. A small shape under the neighbouring bed caught his attention; it looked like a small book. Curiosity peaked; Asher got down on his knees and grabbed the book. Getting back into his bed, he drew the curtains, and pulled out his wand, casting lumos. It was a black leather journal. Asher gave a small shudder and opened it, making sure it was not something possessed as it was in his first year.

Yours to Hold

I see you standing here, but you're so far away. Starving for your attention, you don't even know my name. You're going through so much, but I know that I could be the one to hold you.

Every single day, I find it hard to say, I could be yours alone. You will see someday, that all along the way, I was yours to hold.

I was yours to hold.

Asher wiped his eyes with his sleeve robe.

I see you walking by, your hair always hiding your face. I wonder why you've been hurting. I wish I had some way to say...

You're going through so much, don't you know that I could be the one to hold you?

Every single day, I find it hard to say, I could be yours alone. You will see someday, that all along the way, I was yours to hold.

I was yours to hold.

I'm stretching but you're just out of reach. You should know, I'm ready when you're ready for me. And I'm waiting for the right time, for the day I catch your eye, to let you know that I'm yours to hold.

Every single day, I find it hard to say, I could be yours alone. Yours alone. You will see someday, that all along the way, I was yours to hold.

I was yours to hold.

Every single day, I find it hard to say, I could be yours alone. You will see someday, that all along the way, I was yours to hold.

I was yours to hold.

I'm stretching but you're just out of reach. I'm ready when you're ready for me.

Asher heard the door to the bathroom creak open and hid the book underneath his pillow. 'Crap, this is Draco's journal. Hopefully he won't notice it's gone.' The floorboards squeaked as Draco made his way to his bed.

"Asher?" Draco called out. Asher stuck his out of the curtains.

"Yes?" Draco stood up from looking under the bed and looked around, rubbing the back of his neck. His eyes glinted with uncertainty.

"Have you seen my journal?" 'SHIT!'

"Uh, a journal? I," Asher cleared his throat. "I didn't know you owned a journal." Draco frowned and looked under the bed again.

"I swear I left it here. Do you think you grabbed it by mistake? It's a black leather one, has uh, songs in it." Draco flushed a brilliant red at his explanation. Asher shook his head.

"Uh, nope can't say that I've seen it."

"I'm always loosing it!"

"I'm sure it will turn up when we start packing." 'This is your chance take it!'"Oh, Draco, where is room Y034? I haven't seen it." Draco threw his wet clothes into the hamper nearby.

"It's underneath this. It's the dungeons." Asher became confused.

"Wait, aren't we already in the dungeons and underground, Draco, we're under the lake!"

"They are the real dungeons, where prisoners used to be tortured." Asher gave a tsk of disbelief.

"Are you alright? This is a school Draco not a prison." Draco glowered at him and went to his bed, closing the curtains around him. "Jeez, delusional much?" The curtains flew open to reveal a furious Draco.

"Would you just shut up? If you find my journal give it to me because I really need to write something down!" The curtains were pulled shut once more and all was quiet. There was a small shuffle as Vincent shifted in his bed. Asher gazed at the empty bed that lay across from his.

"Blaise should be back by now." Asher grabbed his map and unfolded the paper, already knowing where the information he needed would show up. "I solemnly swear I am up to no good." The ink spread quickly and Asher's green eyes darted about, searching for a specific dot. 'He's not in the Great Hall.' Asher closed those folds before opening up some more, showing the library and the hallway outside. Blaise was approaching the library and quickly entered presumably finding a spot to sit. Seconds later another dot joined him. 'Seamus. What the hell is he doing there?' Asher decided it was none of his business. "Mischief managed." A small chuckle from his left caused Asher to freeze up, his left palm tingling.

"Mischief, I rather like that." Asher squeezed his shut.

"How did you get in here?"

"I am a Slytherin you know."

"All the doors creak." The intruder grinned and displayed a bottle of lotion. "My roommates are here."

"They won't be waking up anytime soon." 'Now!' Asher struck the intruder with the palm of his hand, a bright cackling light forcing them back. The intruder hit the wall with a thud, the sound of a breaking bone deafening in the silence. There was a low laugh from the figure as he stood up slowly, gripping his arm. "Your fancy tricks can't help you. I am stronger than you are."

"Do you like music?" Theodore looked up into the rectangle of light, blood dripping into his face from a cut above his eyebrow. Asher took the chance to charge up his palm again, sneaking a glance at the figure as well. Shock white hair, deep blue eyes, and a smile were present on Luna.

"Get out of here Luna, he's dangerous." Asher shouted.

"I like music. It is so helpful. Don't you agree?" Luna began to hum quietly, swaying back and forth. The intruder watched mesmerized, brown eyes following every move. Asher pulled his eyes away from the Ravenclaw and focused on his attack. A blast of red shot from his hand but fell short. Asher instead pulled out his wand and shot a blast at Theodore. The spell fizzled out as soon as it was a foot from the boy.

"Take everything from the inside..." Luna crooned softly. Darkness seemed to lift itself from Theodore's body. ", and throw it all away." The darkness shot at Luna, but the girl was ready and captured it in a small flask. Stoppered with a cork, the flask was placed into the girl's pocket, and her features returned to normal.

"Luna...what, what did you just do to him?" The girl didn't respond and went over to the fallen boy, placing a small stone on his head. The body disappeared without a trace, the rock falling with a clatter to the floor. Asher held his wand out towards Luna, backing himself against a wall. "What are you doing? Who are you?"

"Asher, you know me. You've never seen this side of me, but it's still me."

"How long have you been like this?" Asher asked, hesitantly putting his wand back into his pocket.

"Four hundred, twenty-seven years, not including this one of course." Asher pulled his face down with his hand.

"That's not even possible."

"Do you remember me being sorted?" Luna asked, reviving Draco.

"No." Draco bolted up from his slumber and drew his wand.

"That son-of-a-bitch, I am going to kill him." Draco spat out.

"Not necessary Dragon, he has been purified." Draco seemed startled before a mask of indifference was pulled over his features.

"Asher, why is Lovegood here?" Asher shrugged.

"She wasn't supposed to be here until ten." Asher explained. "I have something to tell you guys, and apparently so does Luna." There was a small sniffle from the hallway and everyone froze, concealing their presence in various ways. Through the door came a tear-stained Blaise, right hand rubbing at left eye. A small hiccup escaped the boy's lips as he made his way into bed. The conscious occupants of the room snuck a glance towards each other before coming out once more.

"Blaise." Draco hissed out. The lump didn't move. "Blaaaaiisseee." Draco called again. "BLAISE!" Asher clamped a hand over Draco's mouth.

"Do you want to wake up whole damn dorm?" Draco glared but shook his head. Asher removed his hand and went over to Blaise's bed. Quietly, so that no one else may hear, Asher whispered.

"Blaise, I know you're not sleeping. I know you're sad and don't wish for us to see your tears but we are your friends." Blaise didn't move or give any indication of listening. "Did Seamus say something to you?" Blaise form stiffened before the boy nodded.

"He left me." The black boy rasped out. 'That's why they were meeting...wait, Blaise is gay? Wait again, this isn't the point.'

"Then we'll have to think of a brilliant revenge scheme." #Everything will get better. # Blaise took a deep breath and sat up, the covers falling in a heap at his waist.

"Alright, what are we discussing now?" Blaise asked. Asher chewed his lip before sitting on his bed, Luna joining him.

"First we'll discuss my powers." Blaise moved from his bed to Draco's, facing Asher and Luna. "Last year, when my godfather was here, we got attacked by Dementors. At the same time, I was messing around with a time turner to avoid Buckbeak's execution. As I cast Expecto Patronum, I felt a tingling in my wand; it grew warmer that it had ever done before. As the light dyed down I noticed that my wand looked... greyer. Later in the summer, I tried to cast the patronus again, and it burned me. I went to drop it but it was gone. I searched for it for at least an hour before giving up and storming to the house. I told Severus that I couldn't find my wand, so he cast some spell-"

"It was most likely Capias cor Gemina"

"Right, and then he told me it was right by me. So I checked my pockets and sleeves for it but I still couldn't find it. So then he cast Capias cor Gemina Majore."

"Doesn't that show a picture of you and a picture where your wand is in the nearest reflective surface?" Blaise asked.

"No, I think it's the one where it shows like a map, the one you're thinking of is the Minorete variation." Draco told him.

"I am positive that I am right." Blaise said.

"No, I'm right." Both boys turned to look at Asher. The boys eyes widened behind his glasses.

"Uh, Blaise is right." Blaise flashed a triumphant grin Draco's direction. "We found out, that my wand is in here." Asher pointed to his right forearm.

"It was in your arm?" Blaise asked.

"It's still in my arm; the mediwizards at Saint Mungo's weren't able to remove it." Asher explained, eyes darkening with memories.

"But, you have your wand. You use it all the time in class." Draco told him. Asher pulled out the black wand that he was currently using.

"This is the new one I got, though it will never replace my other one."

"What is your new wand made of Asher?" Luna asked.

"Ebony, the centre is Hippogriff talon, I don't remember how long it is, probably the same as the last one though." Asher rolled the wand about in his hand.

"Are they compatible?" Asher grinned.

"Not at all, they bicker like bitter siblings." Draco gave a small laugh.

"You talk about them as if they are alive," A look of amusement crossed Asher's face.

"That...is a discussion for another time. I want to know about Luna." The three boys turned to look at the girl.

"Dragon, you should know what I am." Luna said, eyes falling on Draco.

"Why would I know Lovegood and why do you keep calling me Dragon?" Luna smiled, a giggle escaping her lips.

"The boy doesn't know." She sang, swinging her legs back and forth. Draco felt a trickle of unease uncoil itself in his stomach. "Come Dragon, you must know what I want."

"L-Luna, you um didn't quite sound like yourself." His blood seemed to be ice shards, burning like liquid fire. Colour left his face, leaving to fuel the burning fire in his mind. His breath became ragged, as the haunting girl continued to talk.

"What's wrong Dragon?" Anger gripped him in their clutches, the licking flames running towards his eyes. A glint of orange in his eyes, a blur of grey, and a grinning girl. Luna held the small stone in her hand, a bewildered Draco staring at it. Asher and Blaise burst into laughter.

"You couldn't even hit her!"

"SHUT UP! ALL OF YOU JUST BE QUIET!" Draco shouted, earth trembling vaguely beneath him. Luna frowned and touched the floor, barely feeling a thing. She gazed up at Draco who was sitting down on the bed.

"This isn't good, not at all." She whispered. A chill ran up Asher's spine.

"What's not good?"

"He was supposed to regain his flame, that's what it said. If we are going to go against this we need his flame, mine is unstable. You know that first hand." Luna was trembling, her various flasks clinking loudly, her eyes darting around uncertainly. Blaise stood and grabbed her by the arms.

"Lovegood, you need to calm down. We have NO IDEA what you are talking about!" Draco placed a hand on Luna's shoulder causing her to look up.

"I don't know what you're talking about, but...I'll try my best to find the flame." Luna took a few calming breaths and Blaise let his arms drop to his sides.

"Not just any flame Dragon, your flame."

()

Fred sighed and closed his book, the content of the pages boring him, deciding instead to go to bed. He crept up the stairs to the boys' dorm and found his door, last one on the left. He sighed and ran a finger over the wood. He had to change rooms so that the champions had somewhere to sleep. Fred opened the door and went inside not expecting to find George's piercing brown glare. Fred flinched slightly.

"You know it's hard for me to sleep when you are still awake." The 'older' twin accused.

"Sorry, I was just...thinking." Fred moved across the room to his bed. George politely looked away as his twin changed.

"About what?" he asked.

"I was thinking about everything that happened this morning in that room. George?" George turned around so he could see his brother.

"Yes Fred?"

"You don't think I am crazy, do you?" George shook his head in the negative. "Then why didn't you listen to me when I mentioned Polyxena? Do you honestly not remember her?" Tears formed in the corners of Fred's eyes. George gestured Fred over and the 'younger' twin sat beside him. George took his more sensitive brother into his arms and rested his head on the other's.

"Fred, I honestly do not know who Polyxena is," Fred started to pull away but George held him tighter. "However, if you believe she exists then who am I to say she doesn't. If she did exist, then I am sorry I don't remember."

"I have to take my medicine." George released his brother, who dug through the drawer to find his medicine. Fred found the bottle and shook it.

"Oh no." Fred gasped. George sat up in his bed and looked over at the pill bottle.

"What is it?"

"I'm out." George held out his hand and Fred placed the bottle in his hand as he sat next to his brother.

"Take two pills everyday, fifty doses included...okay this was filled September seventh. So," George did some quick math in his head. "Right, it's empty. Why didn't you say anything yesterday?"

"I guess I forgot." Fred whispered. George rolled his eyes.

"Do you want to sleep in my bed tonight?" Fred nodded and George moved over to make room for his brother. "You better wake up early because I'm not going to wait in bed for you to wake up."

"Shut up."

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"My flame? I don't understand." Luna motioned for them all to sit down.

"My name is Luna Lovegood and I am four-hundred thirty-one years old, but I have physically been fourteen for four-hundred twenty-seven years." Blaise clapped his hands together quickly, startling Asher.

"I know the answer." Luna grinned, showing that she clearly thought otherwise. "Vampire." Draco lifted an arm and thwacked Blaise in the back of the head.

"No. I am not a vampire. In fact, I am no creature at all. When I was born, Magdalene, a powerful dark witch of the time, caught sight of me. She had been meddling in the darkest of arts, where no dark wizard had ever treaded before, and she found a potion. She tricked my parents into feeding it to me twice daily, so I may obtain the powers of the ancients. There was always the risk that my magical core would overload and I would die, however."

"Is that why she didn't take it herself?" Asher asked.

"No, of course not, she would have done anything to obtain the power, but she could not. Because of her age, her magical core would not be able to handle the increase of magic. She gave it to me because children's magic is adaptable, and constantly augmenting on its own. I fear that Voldemort has found out Magdalene's secret and is using you Dragon, as is in accordance with the prophecy." Luna explained.

"This doesn't make any sense. Why would he use me? Why choose you for that matter?" Draco asked in confusion. There was a large snort from the bed across the room, startling them all.

"Seer blood runs through my family, very weakly but it is there. Magdalene probably realized this and decided to use this to her advantage. Although, it did backfire on her, for with my abilities maturing at the age of fourteen, I could see what she had planned to do to me. So I took her darkness and she was left empty and died."

"Took her darkness? Like what you did to Theodore? You killed him?" Asher screeched.

"Of course not, I purified him. He was not completely evil so he will survive. Magdalene had nothing but her darkness. I must admit, the first time I did it, was an accident. I took it as a sign that the ancients wished for me to continue. So I trained vigorously from that day on, gaining control of my powers, water and wind being the best, given my ceremonial name."

"Ceremonial name?" Blaise asked. "Does that mean your real name isn't Luna?"

"No, it is my real name. Latin for moon, which deals with the tides thus water and wind. Draco is the Latin name for dragon, henceforth the flame. We can control all elements but we each have one that we shall excel at due to our ritual naming as the first drop of potion is taken. I feel that you, Draco, were chosen because of convenience, nothing more, and nothing less." Draco gripped the edge of the bed.

"Shouldn't my powers have, you know, started working by now?"

"I think something big has to happen. It's always like that, where in the moment of great need powers come out full force than mellow to a content 'on' position." Blaise said.

"That would make sense, seeing as Luna's was evading death." Asher agreed. Luna shook her head.

"His event has already happened; it happened in the summer. There had to be an unseen component that prevented it. I saw that the r-"

"Don't say it." Draco gripped the bed harder. "Don't you dare say it."

"I saw the... incident leaving you broken and in need of comfort from the one adult you still trusted. You went to him and as he gave you tea, you were administered the final dose. Then as denial passed and you moved on to anger, your powers would manifest as an incredibly well controlled Fiendfyre. Then frightened and fearing for your life because of what you did you came here to the school. Left stewing all alone you would be dangerous by the time the other students arrived for school, and then..." Luna paused and whipped her head to look at Asher.

"You! You're not dead. You have to have been the unseen component, but how, you are always with those rotten Muggles."

"You said I went to the last adult I trusted right?" Draco said, sending a sidelong glance at Asher.

"Yes, Severus Snape, your godfather." Asher's eyes widened.

"It was me; Draco couldn't have gone to Severus because Severus was with me. So all we have to do is get Draco the last dose and we can beat this." Blaise cleared his throat.

"How can you be sure we will be able to beat this, if we don't even know what this is?" Luna wiped her eyes and smiled.

"We'll do it, I know we can." Asher said with conviction.

(')

Dumbledore began to his pace his office, pausing from time to time to gaze at the silver instrument behind his desk. 'Not increasing at all. This is good, he will break and my cloak will burn brighter.' Albus stood a bit straighter and smirked at the tattered Sorting Hat. Fawkes gave a loud cry as she swooped in, landing on her golden perch. With a ruffle of her feathers a small key fell into the dust. Albus went to grab it, ignoring the bird's look of disgust.

"Fawkes grows weary of serving you." The Sorting Hat said. Albus ignored the hat as well and began to study the key. It was a silver one with two teeth, and a flame etched into the handle of it. Albus turned to the Sorting Hat holding the key up to the light so it glinted a bright orange.

"That may be true, but what is she to do about it?" The Sorting Hat's brim dipped into a frown. "No one can do a thing without this key that I hold in my hand." An idea bloomed inside of folds of old fabric. The Sorting Hat kept his expression and looked at Albus.

"What are to do with it? As long as it is in the castle I am allowed to help Severus find it." Albus studied the key before throwing it into the fire behind him.

"Then let him find the mangled and melted key." The Sorting Hat grinned.

"There is someone at the door." There was a loud knocking as Albus retreated to his seat.

"Come on in Severus." The potions professor entered the office and took a quick glance at the silver instrument behind his boss.

"Headmaster, I came to inform you that Ronald Weasley is requesting your presence in the Infirmary." Albus's twinkling eyes seemed to dim.

"I was not aware he had been admitted to the Infirmary. What ails him?"

"It seems as though he fainted in the Great Hall and gave himself a concussion." Severus risked a glance at the Sorting Hat who gave him a clear wink. Albus steeped his fingers and gazed at the far wall.

"I will pay him a visit as soon as I am able. Thank you Severus." Severus gave a nod and left.

His eyes twinkled.

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)

"Blaise what time is it?" Asher asked. Blaise cast a quick tempus.

"It's half ten."

"Alright, we still have time. Luna could you tell us what we are up against?" Luna sighed and grabbed her bag. She shuffled through its contents and found a milky white stone.

"I need a bowl of water." She said as she wove her hair and strands of beech and basswood into intricate couture tresses. She took out a piece of yellow chalk from her pocket and cleared of Draco's nightstand. She wrote a single word, spirare and placed the bowl on top of it. There was a slight increase in pressure as Luna's hair turned white and her eyes cleared to a deep blue. She dropped the rock into the water, eyes rolling back into her head as she did so. Asher had been expecting a raspy voice to emerge from Luna's body, as was his experience with Professor Trelawney; however, the voice was her own as she recited the prophecy.

"Once the bearer of light extinguishes his goodness through unspeakable acts, the dragon will regain his flame and in his anger will destroy the hope of humanity, the one of the pride, thrusting it into a darkness that not even evil dares tread.

Spreading like wildfire, destinies will be ruined, reality contorted. In response, six will be gifted, though much too late. Constantly cut by barbed flowers the first will leave this stage of existence, forgetting everything that is left behind.

The second will stand strong even as those he loves fall around him. Left with nothing he will refuse to give in and will fight until the very end, his battle cry known throughout the land. The cry of one broken in two, of one searching for the lost half though in his heart he knows it is gone forever.

As the third approaches his lost home, the phoenix will strike earning its freedom. The night's silence will break as the water and wind still, signalling the end of one blessed by the ancients. When the battlefield turns cold and the end seems near the fourth will begin his journey of suffering to meet a destination of failure. The fifth in her foolishness will be unable to escape her enslavement without the help of the fourth, which she vowed not to travel with. The sixth kept from freedom, shall acquire the key though the lock no longer exists and he will recede to the darkness where one cannot see his mistakes. The sixth will learn the truth of the wars alliances and will set the bleeding-half free to help fight. The first will take his leave and search for the second, but thought to be an illusion will be struck by the cursed light of green. The keeper of secrets will soon follow for the unintentional betrayal. The flame will walk once more on to the battlefield as the portal opens to reveal the light. With burns on his arms and his pampered stance gone he will send out the beast to attack. The beast will clash with the sword of blue and their world will be no more. From the ashes will rise a monster wrapped in flesh, the souls of his followers on a silver chain. The monster will seek for any remaining children from the other world to apprentice. The leaders will have their souls swapped and the world will be his."

The pressure dispersed and the children sat in silence, too stunned to respond. Luna calmly grabbed the stone from the empty bowl and erased the chalk from the headboard. Placing all of Draco's things in their original spot, she waited for them to speak. Draco clenched his fist and then relaxed it again. Blaise just stared into the distance, a haunted look in his eyes. Asher grinned like a maniac. Then he started to go into a fit of laughter, each round becoming louder and higher in pitch. Concerned grey eyes were the last thing he saw before he passed out.

A/N and it is done! Never expect anything this long again. I will try but will probably not succeed. So know you people know the prophecy. What do you think? Without knowing, what parts relate to whom what do you wish to come true? EX; I want the sixth's to come true. Or something like that okay?

Also opinions on OC? It would be male and the third. I promise it will not be a Mary Sue, or whatever the equivalent is for a guy.

This is what I imagine Luna doing to her hair in like a minute! Just remove the spaces.

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