Chapter 25
"I'm so sorry Draco, Barton." Hermione said looking dejected. The earthquake that they felt in the minister? It turns out that a part of the structure got destroyed because of the excess dark spells that were cast and the energy Draco used to both add laws and appoint Hermione to be minister.
Usually, it wouldn't be of importance, but the structures basically destroyed the department of mystery … where the veil is.
Clint was understandably pissed at everything that moves. He was depressed at everything, not finding the strength to do anything but to sleep in the Slytherin dorm as the clean up teams try to reach the department. It was only luck that the place was evacuated when he and Clint started to kill everyone sending an alarm.
What were they to do? Clint won't ever meet his family again, and him? He's stuck with the reputation that Potter has on his head. although he was grateful for one thing, that Harry would take most of the spotlight away from him to give him time to escape the public and back to Clint's reality, yet that wasn't to be. Now the attention was returning, all because bloody Skeeter was there the whole time and write a dramatic story, luckily she was more focused on Harry and not on him.
He doesn't reply to Hermione, nor anyone in his room really, he just covers his head entirely with the blanket hoping that all noise are blocked now.
"Come on fratello, we don't want our new hero to rot here now do we."
"Leave me alone Blaise." He feels a dip on his mattress, weight indicates to one of the girls. The blankets were removed and a hand wraped around his shoulders, a head found its way between his neck and collar bone, brown straight hair strewn around.
"Come on Draco, you haven't eaten breakfast yet." She whispered in his ears.
"Astoria, let me sleep." He tells her off coldly, she sat upright and threw her hands above her head. "I can't get him out, you try." She yells at someone, he heard Daphne scoff, she has a prominent scoff if he has to comment.
"Draco … well you be my third arm then?" he didn't move for a while, but at the end he groans and throws the blanket away and sat upright. Gregory was grinning at him, his hands in a sling.
He came with the order once he heard it was him who was in trouble. In the battle that ensued, he managed to get his hand cut off, his hand?! And it was the dominant one to top it off, he couldn't be any prouder of him though. When the battle ended they had to flew off most of the injured to the hospital but he brought Greg straight to madam Pomfrey. He'll fully recover.
"Come on mate, I can't hold onto my owl but you can." He said happily as Draco stood up and grabbed his school cloak, covering his pyjamas. He followed Greg without complaint. Everyone in the room were left silent as they all stared off, not believing this. Hermione's face was the most disbelieving.
"Don't worry hun, Gregory and Vincent weren't just his body guards you know, they were his baby that he always had to watch over." Astoria said laughing at her expression. Blaise shook his head.
"Since he's out of bed lets all just get out of here, this place is too cold."
Draco, after accompanying Greg to the owlry, then followed him to launch. Everything was a buzz as there was still the feeling of festivity around them, the battle taking place two days ago was the reason. He sat on the Slytherin table and found Clint eating his dish out, the fact that there was pizza surprised him. It must have been either him, Neville or Hermione who went to the house elves and asked them to cook it.
Draco drops his head on the table, not wanting to meet anyone for the day. He jumped when he felt a lump on the table, some gasped, and so he raised his head up to meet killing green eyes.
The edge still didn't go away, he wouldn't judge though, what Potter must have gone through must have been traumatizing. He was dealing with the muggles too, and they must have had some horrifying plan that he was forced to listen to all the time, or witnessed some tortures against his own kind. Either way the experience left him scarred.
He didn't leave with scratches as well, ever since his uncle admitted them and Draco was having flashbacks of his cell, his night being spent in Azkaban, his misery, pain and loneliness that he went through there. It was coming every night in small doses, yet it wasn't always size that mattered now did it?
He looks at what was on the table and was startled yet ecstatic at what he saw. It was package in the shape of the broom, and usually that meant that there was a broom inside.
"I didn't send you a thank you gift." Harry said looking at any other direction, as if saying and that's the only time I'm giving you one.
"How did you know I broke my broom?"
"You did?" Harry sounded surprised, so it was a lucky guess it seems, the guy has an uncanny lucky, he must admit. Draco's hands went straight to the gift and started ripping the package apart.
He was met with a newly designed broom that he never saw before, and it hits him, that he's been away for a while and that everything was moving, even his interest became confusing to him.
Yet he wouldn't show it.
"That's the Turbo XXX, it kinda rivals the Air Wave Gold now." Harry doesn't admit that he bought himself the latter. "I also got you a Siberian arrow, which were pretty hard to get by."
"Why?"
"It's a thank you gift."
"No, really why?" Draco questions as he lets his hands move along the wood, he couldn't help feel happy and giddy at it, he finally has a broom, the last one broke at the battle of New York, and he regretted it ever since. To finally have a new one, to finally experience flying once more, and in his own way, not Tony's demented need-for-speed way. He smiles.
"I was treating you badly."
"Understandable."
"You went against your uncle, you could have joined him. You gave Hermione, and basically everyone, the opportunity to a better future … and Teddy really likes you." Draco pretends that he doesn't here the defeated town and brings the broom closer to him, he smells it not caring how he looked.
"Greg, I'm going to the pitch." He said, not even waiting for an answer. With that he runs out of the hall, changing his clothes.
0o0o0
He was lucky enough to find the pitch empty, no doubt that everyone gave themselves some time off. He could have been there for half a day really, just flying and marvelling at the new broom. When he did stop he floated about, watching the sunset on his own. That is until he felt someone walking towards the pitch. He turns the broom and found Granger was the one who was approaching, and it seems like she has something to tell him.
So he obliged and soared straight to her, making her duck thinking he was going to hit her. He stops right above her and laughs.
"Oh ha ha, a real hoot."
"What do you want Granger?" Draco asked instead, wanting to be alone for a longer time than he was given today. Hermione patted the ground next to her, so he drops from the broom, leaving it floating in the air as he sat next to her.
"I like chairs, thank you."
"Oh come off it." She didn't say it in a negative way, she was actually smiling as she gazed at the sunset from afar, they were right outside the pitch and can overlook the black pond. "Why did you do it?"
"Excuse me?"
"Gave me the minister possession?" she clarified, Draco turns to find her looking at him expectantly. "You would have rather Potter?"
"No, merlin I don't want to imagine what will happen to us then. I want to know why you gave it up, you could have controlled Wizarding Britain if you wanted it, be just like your uncle and take revenge."
"Man must evolve for all human conflict a method which rejects revenge, aggression and retaliation. The foundation of such a method is love. Martin Luther King."
"Did you just quote a muggle?" she looked indignant, as if the thought that Draco would do so was not possible. Draco narrows his eyes at her as he huffs and looks back at the lake.
"What do you take me for? I enjoy reading up on things, and that man was an important figure in history not just to the colonies. Never mind that, the point is that I don't want anything to do with the Wizarding world."
"…"
"I've … I've seen the future Granger, or at least a path to one. I've seen the muggles and how they soared above their expectation. A man made a flying suit using an arc reactor that he built, in a cave because he was desperate. I met teens fighting for liberty, I met others who seek it, and there's this one guy, he's my friend you see. He said that With great power, comes great responsibility." He lets his hand go through the grass, liking the soothing feeling.
"Thing is, I don't want to be responsible, I don't think I'll be able to force the Wizarding world into the future that I saw. I can't even imagine on how to start. I know you can, you're that smart."
"That's a nice compliment."
"Well, I am not giving anymore. I'm already powerful, everyone saw it, I could do wandless and wordless spells, all it takes is getting me mad. Then imagine me getting angry on someone? I won't restrain myself, neither politically nor physically, I know my limits. I already use my powers in the other world in a responsile matter, I'm with a fighter group called the avengers."
"Avengers, Really?" Hermione looked amused but he only grins at her.
"It was made so that we can fight even when there's nothing left, to avenge humanity. However, I'm thinking of quitting, I … don't want to turn into my uncle … I don't want to be a mad man only looking for something to reduce the aches. I don't want my legacy to be based on my birth, but on my actions." He turns and caught her gaze, making sure that she wouldn't be able to look the other way.
"I'm taking Professor Severus's life work, and I'm going to use it to change the medical world. What I am going to do, will leave him being known as the man who save humanity, although it sounds dramatic when I say it, it's what he deserves. It's what his work should have been turned into, he shouldn't be remembered as a Death Eater, he deserves better, he deserves to be one of the greats."
"I … that's ambitious."
"I am a Slytherin, we're not all evil you know." He said smiling, after a moments of silence, Hermione spoke up. "The crown in the ministry, why was mine … err?"
"Grander, more majestic? It's the representation of someone's moral, and magic's opinion of you. usually there aren't any crowns involved when changing ministers, I am going to tell you now, that if you ever achieve a mastery now, you are going to be one formidable sorceress. Everything will change to you, your senses will be sharper, the way you see the world will be different. It's not going to be easy though."
"What does getting a mastery have to do with becoming a sorceress."
"I don't know, but it's known that if you did the highest level of mastery that you will become a sorceress, your strong point will be on your mastery. I became a sorcerer and my strong point is the mind arts. Oh close your eyes before you tear up from the wind, my godfather was professor Severus and he wouldn't have let me go anywhere unless I knew some form of the art." She was surprised, but a bit ectastic of the news and new information.
"Ron would have been a right bloke if he can see us now, he'll be torn between mouthing you off or being proud about me being minister."
"The urge to fight me is stronger." She laughs, because it's true, it's so true that it hurts.
"What about you Draco, is there a special someone waiting for you back in that strange world of yours?" Draco's grin drops as he got that questioned, he huffs and looks away, not wanting an answer. Yet he knew she will pester him till she gets one, he remembers seeing her dong so to Potter and Weasley.
"I don't."
"No, why is that?"
"I don't think I will ever find one. The problem isn't about finding the perfect person, the problem is in me." He stops as he stares faraway, he then felt a nudge from Hermione as if she wanted more elaboration to the question. He sighs. "I don't think I'm attracted to ladies."
"Then you're gay, you're attracted to males."
"I'm not attracted to males either." Draco retorts awkwardly.
"…"
"That doesn't mean I don't like anyone, I did have crushes, just not in the usual way others do. I guess, I'm not interested in that intimately, I still like that person in an emotional way. I was interested in Astoria for a long time," He didn't admit that he was interested in Granger as will, it was embarrassing. "There's else someone that I wish to be with, but he's a package, and I mean a box load full. He was in an emotional state and wasn't going to reject destroying an area because of it."
"How did you meet?" she asked, he remembers and chuckles.
"The first time I met him, I was behind a window while he was being escorted by a group of soldiers to his prison cell." Hermione's eyes bugged out, yet she didn't say anything against Loki, Draco found that rather nice about her.
"You're asexual Draco, but bi-romantic." She said out loud, Draco blinks and thinks it over, then thinks again, until the full revelation hits him right there in the head. His eyes became wide and his mouth opened yet closed, not finding anything to say. Hermione looked worriedly at him.
"I don't think i mind sex."
0o0o0
Clint was actually playing with Lorcan, Lysander and Teddy. They were all a lot of trouble, but both Neville and Harry needed to go look for Hermione for some work in the ministry and they didn't trust anyone really. Why they trusted him? He didn't know and doesn't care to know, he likes kids anyways, and that was evident by how the kids liked him. They were running as much as they could on their little feet, trying to hide but failed miserably as they giggled out loud.
"Oh no! I lost the kids, what am I going to do?" they heard him moving in the room. "Their daddies are going to kill me now, my poor little heart won't survive it." He said and drops on the ground dramatically, holding the shirt in his chest area. "Kill me now, I don't want to see them, please, not until they magically appear so I can be spared by their parents."
"W're here! Don't die!" Lorcan jumped from behind the couch, Clint heard the two others groan at his action, it made him grin, because he found out where they are hiding. Will he always knew but that isn't fair to the little kiddies, he was a master spy after all.
"Yes, where are the rest of your happy little parade?" he gets up grabbing the kid by the middle, he twirls him around in the air making the kid squeal in giddiness. It seems like his twin wanted to join, for Lysander moved away from behind the curtain and ran to him, tugging his leg. When Clint stopped he looks down to find him demanding to be lifted up, so he bends down and lets him climb on his back.
"Interesting, it seems that I have an extra appendage to carry a bag, luggage, books, or maybe a little shapeshifter who wants to join our ride." He says loudly, at the end he hears shuffling and turns around to find Teddy getting out from under the bed then ran as fast as he could.
"Me, me!" Clint obliges and takes him in his other hands.
"Tonight, you are on Hawkeye's airline, where do you want to go?"
"Dada!" Teddy informed excitedly, so Clint runs outside, making sure that none of the kids will fall, especially Lysander on his back, somehow transformed to the back of his neck. They all laugh loudly, Lysander spreading his hands as if he was a bird.
That was the sight that greeted both Draco and Hermione as they came closer to the Gryffindor dorms. Draco blinks, not sure how to react, he did know that Clint has kids but he didn't know he was good with them. Hermione looked pissed though.
"You! What do you think you're doing! They could fall." She ran at him, Clint turns around.
"Oh shit. kids, never do what I do or say what I say, but this is important, we need to run away from medusa." He says, picking up speed running the opposite direction of Hermione, the kids laughing on the way.
"Your friend is nice." Draco jumps, he looks to the side and found Luna, she looked as if she was day dreaming but at the same time her gaze were sad looking at the kids. Draco pitied her, she died leaving her kids behind, now she was a ghost that couldn't touch her children at all, only seeing them from afar. She looks at Draco then smiles.
"Don't pity me Draco, I choose to be a ghost, this is the side effect. I don't regret it." Clint was finally back with Hermione carrying Lysander, she was shooting the man a look, one that Draco doesn't ever want to be subjected to, Harry and Neville behind them, each holding their giggling godsons. Suddenly, he felt a bit empty inside.
Everyone here either married or gained someone to look after, something to give them reason to live for, he didn't. He doesn't think he will ever either, not with the revelation that Hermione gave him. Who wants to be with an asexual? Maybe there are people who didn't mind but he bets there aren't many.
Isn't it ironic, that a half-blooded Veela is asexual?
He feels a ghostly hand on his own, not being able to touch but the cold could be felt. He looks up at her and she smiles.
"I know a way to get you home. Follow me." everyone heard that, they all gave each other a look, Clint however readily follows her, wanting to see if it was possible. Draco hesitates then follows, everyone else did after seeing them go.
They kept walking through the halls, it was dark outside so not many students or creatures in general were outside. Luna was greeting all the ghosts, and interestingly enough, Peeves ran away at the sight of her. She gave a delighted smile at that, she must have done something to him. When they did finally stop, it was in front the room or requirements.
They all stopped, no one really thinking about this solution, yet it was the perfect answer. Draco turns at everyone.
"I … can we leave now?"
"If anyone asked me, we all deserve a break." It was Neville who surprisingly spoke up, we all to turn to look at him. he was looking at Harry thoughtfully, the teen blinks then shook his head.
"No, no I am not leaving, we have so many things to do here, so much left to rebuild. Hermione needs someone to rein in all the aurors."
"I'll do it Harry, Hermione doesn't need help in anything else, I can help her and advise her on what to do on social gatherings and stuff like, I was raised to know all of it anyways." He said, stopping Harry from saying anything.
"Harry, Neville is right, you do deserve some rest, to start somewhere away from here, and when you rested enough you can come back, alright. Just, just take Teddy and promise us to come back when you're ready." She said taking out a small bag. She gives it to Harry he looked like he was about to object.
"I took the liberty of taking all your stuff and put it inside."
"This is your bag Hermione, it's … it's special to you …"
"Harry, we have to let go at some point. You have to let go."
"Not to break anything, but he won't be safe with me. I'm already pretty much a person who's in everyone's eyes, he won't find the anonymity that you wish for him."
"Who said I'll stay with you?" Harry asked, Draco blinks then shrugs, he did have that coming for him. So he steps in front of the door and wishes three times, this time the normal door didn't appear.
It was the arch, Hermione gasped, Neville gawked and Luna seemed amused. Interestingly, Harry didn't seem surprised or amazed by it, he just stares at it bemused, as if an inside joke was thrown at his face.
He turns around at Hermione, and as best as he could with a child on his arms, hugged her strongly, there were tears on Hermione as she hugged back. "You deserve so much more than us Harry."
"You're wrong Hermione, you all deserve someone much better than me, I couldn't protect or help anyone." Draco hears a sob, and he felt awkward standing there, Clint rolls his eyes wanting to jump in. he got so used to being subjected to bad luck because of magic that he didn't care anymore about the negatives.
"I'll go in first." He announces as he looks at Draco, the teen nods at him, and so he runs straight at it, and the same glowing light that they were met before coming here appeared as the archer disappeared behind it. Draco turns around and Harry was ready.
"Are you sure nothing bad will happen?"
"If you were worthy, you will pass, I don't think they will hold anything against your godson, and you did save the Wizarding world." Harry nods, and like the Gryffindor that he is, greets Neville a goodbye, then runs straight ahead, disappearing behind the curtains.
Draco took a breath and was about to step in when Luna and Hermione stopped him.
"If you want to know, it was Gregory that gave me the idea.
"G-greg?" he asked then turns around, but he didn't find him, this broke his heart a bit. "He didn't come because he didn't want to see you go, he said this is the best he could offer, as a thank you for everything."
"Still …" he was now hesitating, as to wither go find his friend and stay with him forever or leave, Luna shook her head. "He said that you're not happy here, not like you were before. He can see it and he wants you to be happy, he just wasn't strong enough to see you go." Draco was conflicted, at the end he resigned himself.
"Tell him, that I could never wish for a better friend," He said tearing up. "That he should go and follow his dreams, he shouldn't stop because of others, I'll m-mess him, I a-already do." Luna smiles; telling him already that she will do as he asked. He then remembers, he remembers that he has something, that he could give his friend. He takes it out from his pockets and stares at it.
He then turns to Hermione, he gave her the butterfly knife that vendor gave him before he left the x-mansion.
"This is for him, tell him that it's forever yours, my gift. He … he'll like it, just tell him not to cut himself." she smiles and nods. Hermione then gives him a bag, this one seems to be bought from a store.
"I didn't know how to thank you, so I bought new addition books from Borgin & Blotts, it's mostly entertainment, but there are some useful things."
"Only you Hermione would give books as a gift." Neville mused shaking his head. "See Lysander, this is your godmother." He tells the boy in her hands, she glares at him, which made him shut up. Draco takes in the group, then for the last time smiles at them as he turns and runs to the veil.
0o0o0
"I am pleased with your accomplishments." It was that ageless voice that greeted him, the same entity that greeted him at the beginning, the same cladded hood with only his hands visible.
"Is it my time to die now?" he asked, wondering. The figuring chuckles, and it brought a shiver down his spin that he didn't dare show. The figure shook its head.
"You have done as wanted from me, even without my counterpart from the other world dignifying you of your mission."
"What is my mission?" he questions, never really understanding.
"You are to break the ties my master holds to this world, most of it either way."
"Master?"
"My master, Master of Death; also known as Harry James Potter in your world." Draco's back stiffens, his breath hitched. "Is that why I felt … I felt like I was standing in the veil whenever I'm close to him?"
"Yes."
"Then why did you want him to break ties of this world? How did I even succeed in doing it?"
"You liberated his home, brought piece through unconventional means, the fates wanted him ruined, I wanted my master in safety. Now that he passed the veil, his pass to his true home besides me, he shall always be safe for he is now under my wings. Now there is a sign on him that will tell everyone he was protected under me, if anyone were to hurt my master, I will greet them with a slow death." Draco couldn't see his face, but he can till Death has a creepy grin on its face.
"With nothing to do in his home, he is now with me, safe. Although I did give him a chance to experience life, I let him pass to another dimension, one that isn't the one I will send you back to."
"Why?"
"you humans call it Newton's laws. Energy conservation, that all energy just turns into another form not disappear. Will it only breaks by my veil, it is found in all universes, some in the same way as an arch from both realities you visited, in other realities it is different." He said, Draco was now interested in what is being said.
"Sending someone to another reality has a catch, like you first said. I never answered you. the first time around, I took your animagus form away from you." Draco's eyes snapped at the figure, eyes wide and devastated.
"You could feel the echo, you could tell what it was, but you can never turn into the dragon that you were destined to be. However, it did open up your veela form, they are known to be bird like creatures, with no animagus form to block it …"
"My wings, the ones in the ministry …" Draco realized.
"This time however, I will take something more from you. This is to give the reward that both Clinton Barton and you deserve."
"What did you give Clint, what will you give me, what will you take from me?" he asked.
"I gave Barton a line age, it is as if he always had it and now it has been given to his children. The blood is now resistant to the negative effects to magic by forty percent, the only time it didn't work was when the weapon Loki had was used on him. He will be protected from magic more."
"Good, great, Clint really deserves that."
"It is ironic however, that in another reality your friend is a witch hunter."
"WHAT?!"
"It's a trait that stays on the person on every reality, Clint Barton's trait is that he will experience bad luck when magic is involved at least once, he was almost cooked along with his sister by a witch, his name was Gretel. You on the other hand, always have a creature hurt you at least once."
"Buck beak."
"These little things are the clues to give others to tell them that this person, is the same person from reality, it's tiny and hard to find, perfect."
"Then … what are you taking away from me?"
"this is something larger than usual. I will take all your mutant friends away." Draco's world went to a stand point.
"Why?"
"Some Mutant events will also involve time travel. It will change everything. The universe they reside on is already chaotic, this event will destroy it. My job is to move it into another reality like their own so it can happen there with destroying the world. It will be as if there were no mutants in your world, anyone who came from a line of mutants is not there. The children you save in Russian soil will be thought to be children from a selling trade that you save, the attack on the president will be thought to be from Hydra or an enhanced humanoid."
"But …"
"Your friends are no more, it is for the better, they will be safe and will not be annihilated if the event were to occur in that reality."
"I … will they remember me?"
"Yes, they will remember you, they will never realize that they changed planes, but they will remember you, and some will question your disappearance."
"Okay … as long as they're going to be safe then it's for the better. Then what will happen to me now?"
"You are marked by me now, like my master, if the fates were to try and be rid of you, they will be greeted by me. though you will not be in the same rank as my master, he is after all my master. You are a paladin of death, a rank given to people whom completed a mission given to you by me. Those who can see the rank will either fear or be intrigued by you, however they all will show respect, not many can complete a task by me." Draco doesn't answer, he looks at the scythe as Death rises it up, ready to slice him and send him to his new home.
"Wait … is Harry and Teddy going to be okay?"
"Unlike you, my master will always return to the veil if he were to die and be safe from everything, my blessing has been extended to his son unless the child wishes not. He is stronger than you, if anything, he can visit you if he wants and any other reality." Draco nods.
"Wait, where am I going to land this time? I always land in a random place?" Death grins again, in that creepy non-visible way.
"From now on, that world that you will reside in, it will be hectic and chaotic, you will prevail it." The scythe went to his neck, severing it, Draco never felt it though. Like before, he only felt the cold creep in him, and the darkness greeting him.
0o0o0
When he wakes up, he doesn't expect to be on a rainbow road. When he gets up he looks around, not believing this. He wanted to laugh, applaud to Death to its humor, anything but freak out. The rainbow bridge. He stood up and turns around only to be met with a giant of a man.
He screams.
He falls on the road, and he groaned.
"What the heck man, warn someone before creeping up on them." He complains as he stood up, rubbing his back a bit. He turns to look around again then back at the man. The man was dark skinned, his face a bit stoic but not in the usual i-have-trained-my-whole-life-to-achieve-this-face way, it was as if it was built for him.
Though that wasn't what he caught his eyes, it was the strange armour, helmet and staff he was holding. He had a wink of a hunch as to where he is, but this kind of proves it.
"Where am I sir?"
"The question is, how did you pass my gaze?" he questions and stares at Draco, he felt tiny against this man, with his eyes still on him. The man wasn't staring at him the usual creepy way others do when they have something sinister in mind, he was staring in a way that says 'I will make sure you are not a problem'.
"I don't know, I just woke up here."
"You are midgardian, this is intriguing, the all father would like to hear of this." This is bad, he doesn't want to meet said all-father. Nope, when he read the mythology, he was able to conclude that the man wasn't really that fair, then comes the first example, Loki.
"Can you let go of the binds on yourself."
"excuse me?"
"You have binds on your back, it is obscuring my view and it is causing a strain on you." Draco didn't know what he meant, but when he focused on his back, he did noticed that there really was a strain, and some kind of binding that was caused by him. It was odd, he doesn't remember putting one, whatever the reason for. When he taps on to it and lets it go, the stoic man's eyes widens for a bit before looking at him.
"This isn't possible, how did a mortal acquire wings." Draco blinks then looks at his back, oh … it turns out he was hiding his wings under the block, yet he did feel better there now that he released it.
"I'm born with it, look mate, I really need a way to get back on earth or whatever you call traveling there. I'm supposed to be there right now."
"The bridge is broken, the only way to pass is either by the all-father's blessing or to ask prince Loki, he is however ill after some unforeseeable events that he went through."
"So I have to go and ask the king, great, just bloody great."
For a spy, he was the worst at being discreet, he's just glad that Clint was back on earth. "I have already called for the knights to escort you."
"T-thanks, umm, my name's Draco."
"I am Hemidel."
"This must be normal to you."
"No, none can pass my gaze with ease, it is unusual that a mortal midgardian sports wings, and you wear a mark on you. I have seen it before, yet I still cannot remember it."
"Will whatever it is, please tell me, I don't want to have other marks on me." he shivers, remembering the rotten feeling of having the dark mark on him. When he turns he finds that men wearing similar armour were riding on horses and were coming in their general direction.
"Horses, are you serious, didn't you people evolve to cars or motorcycles yet?" he looks at Hemidel incredulously. "Or at least use magic to transport."
"Magic is a woman's art."
"So, aren't there any females in your guard or police forces, Is this world really that backward? Sexist as well, magic a woman's art." He grumbles under his breath, the man is finding amusement in this.
"saying that is like saying pets are only for children, from where I come from, you'll probably get your head cut off for saying that." the man now looks alarmed. Before they could continue their conversation the guards come in barrelling and were aiming their swords at him.
"What the bloody hell?!" he yells ducking from one, then another, and jumps at the third. They're all trying to kill him, what did he do, he only woke up here he didn't do anything else.
"Stop it." Hemidel commanded, but they didn't listen, Draco trips and that's when he sees Hemidel grabbing one of the guards from lunging at him, too late though, because he hits his head on the road, effectively knocking him out.
Concerning Agent
He realized, he enjoys breakfast meals a lot more than he enjoys other things for some reason. Ever since he woke up in the hospital comatose ward and he always looked up to three things in his stay. One was Mrs Parker – or was it Miss? – coming by to check on him then, the second was when his favourit shows is on the television – why does he keep thinking it as a telly?
Thirdly and most important was breakfast, he always looks up to it but always feels disappointed that everything feels bland. The doctors said that it may concern muscle memories, that he may have been used to a very good breakfast every day and that the fact was still ingrained in his mind. It gave the doctor hope that he might still be able to get his memories back.
0o0o0
He loved the sound of the piano, he plays sometimes when they let him out, it was a surprise. Everyone complimented on his skill, but he always feels like there was something missing. When he hears the violin on the television he understood what it was, he wanted a second player but anyone who played a violin just wasn't it.
It frustrated him, poor Miss Parker listened to him rant all the time.
0o0o0
He realized that there was something very wrong – very right – about him when there was an incident at the hospital. Some rich guy was being hospitalized and he had enemies. Following his habit of sitting outside and watching everything that moves – it made him feel safe – he noticed a man with unexplainable bulges on his clothes, he didn't even knock the door and went inside the room. He knew something was wrong so he told the nurse.
The lady thought he was just tired and told him to go to bed. He wasn't taking any of that, and so he runs straight to the room ignoring the nurse. the moment he came in, and something in him changed, this was a reaction that he was used to, familiar even, but he didn't know it.
The strange man was holding a gun and he instantly grabbed the bag on the table then threw it at the gunman's hands, it forced him to drop the gun. It didn't end there though, he jumped-
Jumped!
Over the chair blocking the way and kicked the man high in the air with his legs, effectively rendering him unconscious.
Body guards came in holding guns, he looks around then looks down.
"He didn't knock on the door, that was incredibly rude of him."
0o0o0
Its starts to come back to him slowly, his time in the army, all of his times in the army came in night after night. Poor Miss Parker always listened to everything, he still didn't remember his name, but in all his memories everyone called him Cheese, everyone.
He remembers shooting, killing stealing. It was twisted how in his memories he thought stealing was worse than killing.
0o0o0
Then comes his time as a spy, no wonder he has the strangest reactions, apparently working as a spy is taxing to the mind. Everyone had a quirk, he kept his childhood hobby as one, always collecting merchandise of his childhood hero, he was proud of a set of cards and the captain's shield.
He had the captain's shield!
He remembers a bald man called Sitwell, how he had the most blandest sarcastic comments. He remembers the people he was kept as a handler for, an archer, a Russian spy, an egotistical billionaire. He also remembered tip toing and escaping the task of handling the large rage monster.
They called him agent.
0o0o0
It was a cellist, she was beautiful and he messed her.
0o0o0
It wasn't just the cellist, there was another one because he felt too familiar for comfort to that person, and he wants that back.
0o0o0
"You don't look surprised agent." Stark said as he scrolled through the pad, all his information, everything, and the more he reads the more he remembers. He wasn't really in shock, he was expecting them to come, although sooner. At least in his memories, they were fast.
"No I'm not." He closes the pad and giving it back, but Stark ignores, he remembered that he doesn't like being handed things to, so he kept the pad. "When am I going back, I'm sure Hawkeye got himself in trouble again." He said fondly, noting the lack of said archer's presence. Widow stiffens, Stark's eyes somehow dimmed but kept grinning. He knew at that moment that something really did happen.
"What was it." he demanded.
"You didn't see everything agent Coulson, keep reading." Widow consults. He reopens it, he wished that he didn't though, because there was a video that explained everything.
He watched it once, twice, thrice, he lost count.
It was the same cellist, no other one, not her, but him. Why didn't he remember him? he still doesn't remember him.
"Agent Coulson?" Uncle Coul?
"Why does it hurt watching?" he whispers, from his memories said he was a lonely man. He lost his chances with her, so why was there someone else there in between the missing dark brackets of his mind that was very important.
He looks at the report, it said he was family, but he remembers being alone with no family at all, no cousins either, that was why they chose him to join because no one will miss him.
Then he tried to remember the boy, instead of remembering him like he would have thought, at least snippets of him, he starts to see memories of him spending vacation somewhere in Tahiti. It was fake, but he couldn't look more, he couldn't find anything about the boy other than the fact that he was familiar, and it could have been just because he plays the violin.
It hurt, but he doesn't show it.
Instead of asking more, he gets up, he knows he has a job back in SHILED.
0o0o0
It was well into a month of making his team did Hawkeye appears. The only reason they found him was because of the rescue signal that his LOLA! emitted. They found him somewhere in brazil inside the car, it wasn't wrecked but it was obvious that Barton was driving.
"What do you mean Draco wasn't with me?! The kid should have been with me?! We freaking went through a death veil to get here, do you know how creepy that was, it was creepy." He roared, he begged, he demanded.
He was quite truthfully, acting like a child.
"Come on Phil, back me up in this." Clint rolled at him, Phil frowns. Why did they keep expecting him to know who this kid is. First Stark and Widow, then Fury and Hills, now Barton.
"I don't see why this kid is important." Clint chocked, he stares at him, gaping as he did so, he then turns at Fury and looked … well … furious.
"What the hell! How come Phil fucking Coulson doesn't remember his nephew!? His nephew that he threatened everyone not to touch." He roared surprisingly at the director, call Clint sloppy and a bit uncaring but he was never disrespectful.
"The doctor I tasked him with replaced his memories accidently." Clint deflated, before that he looked ready to go to war. He stares back at Phil then nods slowly.
"Okay, yeah, and you guys aren't doing anything? What about when he comes back? He'll be devastated."
"If he comes back, and truthfully I don't think he will, maybe it was finally his time agent Barton, just let him go. If he is alive, he'll be back with Stark." Clint looked a bit empty, then he looks back at him, as if pitying him.
"You could have at least informed him."
"Either way he won't feel anything towards him, it's better this way." Clint gritted his teeth, but nods and leaves, why do they keep talking about him.
0o0o0
It was Christmas, he was cleaning up Stark's mess against the extremist.
He still feels like something was empty.
It was the next day that he realized that his things were rummaged through in his desk drawer. He finds a box with a letter on top.
I made sure to put an enchantment on this for you so that if ever they found you and no one informed me, you can still find this. It's time sensitive and can only be felt by you, so that no SHIELD team could take it away, neat isn't it? I know they'll find you, I know you're alive, I'm looking for you myself but things keep happening and stopping me. Anyways, hopefully the enchantments work because I was bad at charms, luckily runes help in this.
Happy Christmas uncle Phil.
He opens up the box and found moving pictures, they were moving and there wasn't any electronics nor energy to support.
It was like magic. That old familiar feeling comes back to haunt him.
It was a picture of him, and surprisingly a teen in graduating clothes. He was holding a PhD of physics, there were balloons in the background and the colourful glinting paper being tossed around. People behind them were talking and walking with their own families, but he was holding onto the teen's shoulders. He was grinning, and it was that grin he used when he was telling everyone that he was smug.
There was a PS3 game underneath, Assassin's Creed: Brotherhood.
Since you bought me that gaming system, I thought it was appropriate that you had this game. Hey, I didn't say I was perfect. Draco.
He didn't care for the teen, and thus he had no sentimental feelings for him. So he puts the photo and game back into the box and throws it back to the drawer.
He doesn't know him, and he wasn't really important towards any missions for him to learn of. Right now Agent Sitwell was kidnapped, and Fury was stopping him from joining the rescue team.
AN:- this is me talking about the last few chapters, if you didn't them and demand answers on why i wrote it, read on. If you also didn't enjoy them but didn't mind them, then master sets you free! If you enjoyed it, i love you.
I don't enjoy being predictable, so to anyone who thought that Harry will be with Draco, wrong! XD.
This whole chapter was filled with revelation.
Now most of you will ask, why did I bring Draco back to his old dimension? Why go through a worthless arc? Will, it isn't worthless.
Draco was on a standpoint in character development, up until now he has been lost, unmotivated and confused. There are also so many things that I left behind in this story, and I'm surprised no one ever questions it. like Draco's Animagus, how come he doesn't turn yet? Simple, he doesn't have it anymore because of the first time he crossed the veil, Death took it away as the payment of crossing.
That's also another thing I wanted to say, the story of harry or any other character using the veil is becoming ridiculous. Just cross it and they have a new beginning, I may have made it sound like that at start but I hated to do that, I was waiting for this moment to finally clarify that you can't get it all.
1- Draco is a dark oriented wizard, thus he can't use healing. Yet he still remedies it by trying to make a potions company disguised as a medicine one. 2- He is great on the mind arts font, great in apparation and fire spells (Bombarada, incendio, etc …). That's basically the only spells he uses because he knows more spells well either make him overpowered and feared - ending up being hunted -, or will corrupt him. 3- He sees his parents, he loses friends. 4- He saves his home but loses his ties to it.
And finally, 5- He is stuck in the past.
This arc is basically me pushing Draco to grow up, that he can't stay as a teen minded person who is always thinking about the what ifs and what nots, or keeping him innocent. He indirectly killed people, a load tons of them, his hands and mind were the reason of their deaths and though he isn't showing it he is deeply disturbed trying to hide it in his mind like how he hid the Azkaban memories so not to confront them. It will not work because denying that mean denying him saving his home. It also made him realize what he wants, yet doesn't believe he can have, a family, his own family.
So don't tell me that this arc was useless, it may not have been interesting – I actually had tons more ideas to add to it, Greg was supposed to be with them but protected Draco from a severing charm leading up to his hands being cut, phase two anybody? – and much more. Yet I knew it will be too much and unappreciated, and wouldn't advance the story, it rather makes it dull and again, stuck.
As for Harry and Teddy, who knows, I might write a side fic about them travelling, or staying in one crossover after finding one they liked. Maybe not, no, I won't be motivated to write that one down. And admit it, Hermione would be a wicked minister.
And please don't kill me about Phil, he did fall off the grid after his resurrection, he has no interactions with the team, or minimal ones, I had to show it somehow.
other ideas i had for this arc:-
- a guy named Ray sees them and says his things are being tossed everywhere in the other place. (This world's still a bit sane Deadpool.)
- Butterfly knife was for Hermione to keep her safe even with no magic.
- Draco denying asexuality and keeps muttering about how he enjoys- then realizes he never even kissed before. (Don't get offended about this or lecture me about it, it's like you're berating the sea for being wet.)
- The X-men became f***** after first class, really? Tell me it's not just me. The second movie shows Proffessor Xavier walking normally then first class tells us that he lost his legs back in the past. That's why i made Death change up reality, i already pointed out that the cinematic universe is already chaotic and unstable, this would strain it more and thus, Death interfered. Classic Marvel Reality Wrap.