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Anyway, here's the next chap, so enjoy! :)
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"Talking"
"Parstletongue"
Thinking
"Callia/Draco/Sirius talking in animagus forms"
Pairings: Voldemort/Bellatrix (Married), Sirius/Severus (Lovers), possible pairings with Draco and Callia later on (not together, with different people)
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Chapter 27
When Draco was done packing his stuff, Callia shrunk his trunk as well as her own and they met the twins in the kitchen half an hour before the train was due to leave.
"We're going to miss you!" Fred sobbed theatrically. George made a motion like he was going to faint, and then began to fake-wail like his brother. Draco rolled his eyes at them, and Callia was laughing so hard she almost fell off her chair. The house elves looked at the twins like they belonged in St. Mungos, but otherwise ignored the four.
After ten minutes the boys finally stopped acting like idiots and began complaining that they would have to spend the holidays with Ron and Ginny.
"At least mum convinced Bill and Charlie to come home for Yule!" Fred said happily.
"Yeah!" George exclaimed. "Hang on Callia. Do you want to meet Bill and Charlie?" George asked excitedly, and Fred nodded. Draco snorted and walked out. Callia pouted.
"Now look what you've done!"
"We're sorry!" the twins said together. "Fine, bring him with you!" Fred said grumpily.
Callia rolled her eyes before pulling two pieces of parchment out of her robes. She then placed a hand on each and started whispering to herself. After about twenty seconds she stepped back and smiled. She conjured a quill and wrote on one of the pieces of parchment, and her smile turned to a full blown grin when the writing appeared on the other piece. Callia put one of the parchments back in her robe and banished the quill.
"Use this to contact me, it's much quicker then owls," The boys both nodded as she slid the other piece of parchment towards them, and Fred put it in his robe. She then pecked each twin on the cheek, before turning and heading back her room.
"See you boys!"
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When Callia got back up to her room she was angry to find it empty; Draco had obviously Flooed home already. Callia scowled at the blonde's jealousy and went up to the Owlery to collect Eri. She had ignored the owl ever since coming to Hogwarts and felt bad.
Eri flat our refused to come to Callia when she finally reached the Owlery, and Callia turned with a sigh, muttering to herself as she headed back to her room.
"Fine then, bloody bird, fly all the way home!"
Since Callia had her back turned she didn't see the owl blink at her then turn and fly out the window. Callia went back up to her room and checked she had her trunk before quickly warding the room with a few spells Sev had taught her, before Flooing home herself.
Callia Flooed straight into her bedroom at home, but it was so much like her room with Draco at Hogwarts she couldn't stand it, knowing he was either angry or upset. She pulled her trunk out of her pocket and threw it on the bed, not even bothering to un-shrink it. She then let her magic flow out of her, searching, to see if Draco was in the Manor. As she guessed, he wasn't, but Pansy was. Callia let out an annoyed breath and went down to the library where Pansy was engrossed in one of the thousands of books in her father's library. Judging by the thickness of the book, Callia figured she would be occupied for another hour at least, so she went straight to the Floo room and Flooed to Malfoy Manor.
Callia let her magic flow out of her as soon as she entered the ancient manor, and quickly located her cousin; he was in the never-used attic. Callia reeled her magic back in as soon as it touched on Draco, not wanting him to sense her. She hurried up to the attic and found Draco sitting on the floor in front of the only window - a small, dusty circle window which overlooked the sprawling green lawn at the back of the manor. His shoulders were clearly tensed, and he was taking short, sharp, shallow breaths, never seeming to get enough air into his lungs.
Callia moved stealthily through the dusty room, keeping herself hidden behind long-forgotten pieces of furniture covered in white sheets. She moved until she was only half a meter away from her cousin, who was staring, unseeing, out of the window. Draco shifted slightly, and her heart almost stopped when she saw the tear stains on his cheeks, and the fresh tears welling in his eyes.
Did I really hurt him that much? Was it because of Fred and George? What's wrong with him?
Callia strode over silently and wrapped her arms around Draco's shaking shoulders. Her magic automatically flowed out to surround them both, making Draco shiver at the familiarity. The blonde suddenly fainted, his dead weight now lying across Callia's lap. Callia knew they were the only two in the manor, or she probably would have called for Narcissa.
Instead, she put one hand on Draco's blond head, and another on his stomach, and sent as much healing energy she could into him. She knew it wasn't something that witches and wizards could normally do, but she wasn't really normal, was she? Callia didn't know exactly what was wrong with her cousin, but she was going to do her damn best to make him better.
After a few minutes, Draco's body was relaxed, and his breathing had evened out. Callia was exhausted, and her magic severely depleted, but she didn't stop. After another minute, she laid Draco on the floor, putting both hands to his chest, and revived him. He blinked up at her, confusion on his face, until he remembered where he was.
"Cali?" he croaked trying to sit up. Callia's hand stayed on his chest, keeping him on the floor, and sending a flow of calming magic into him. Callia soon felt like she was going to faint from the loss of her magic, but kept it up until Draco regained enough strength to push her off.
"Drakey, stay down" Callia said softly, but instead he looked at her with wide eyes. Callia was deathly pale and visibly shaking. Her eyes had dimmed, lost their usual mischievous glint, and she looked as if she were about to collapse.
Which is exactly what she did only seconds later.
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Pansy had Flooed over to Malfoy manor after reading for an hour and she still hadn't seen Callia. She thought that if she wasn't there, at least Draco could help find her. Malfoy manor seemed strangely deserted as Pansy wandered up to the blonde's bedroom, confused to find it empty. Where is he? Pansy went back into the corridor, fully prepared to search the entire castle when she saw an ajar door at the end of the corridor. Behind it, a set of spiralling stairs were barely visible.
Never having been up there before, Pansy was a bit apprehensive, but she was committed to finding her two best friends. She pushed open the door, climbing up the dusty stairs, which she soon realised led up to an attic. Pansy walked in just as Callia collapsed.
"Callia!" Pansy and Draco shouted at once. Draco looked at Pansy for a second, shocked, before motioning her over. "Help me with her!"
Pansy and Draco pulled Callia up, putting one of her dead arms over each of their shoulders. Callia felt unusually light, especially since it was her dead weight the two were carrying.
Draco got even more worried, but managed to hold it together long enough for the two to get Callia out of the attic and onto Draco's bed. Draco looked down at his cousin worriedly; he wished his mother was here, she would know what to do. I guess I'll just have to go tell aunty Bella and Tom. Voldemort was going to be furious when he saw Callia, and Draco was sure he would be blamed for it.
"Stay with her, I've got to go get Bella and Tom. If mum and dad come home, get mum up here to help her!" Draco said, before throwing some Floo powder into the ever-blazing fire in his room, and Flooed straight into the Dark Lord's office, guessing that's where Tom would be. He guessed right.
"Draco?" Draco was just about to answer when Tom saw the look on his face. "Where is she? What happened to her?"
Draco just motioned for him to follow, not able to say a word. He threw more Floo power into the flames and Flooed straight into his bedroom, Tom only a step behind. When he saw Callia lying on the bed, deathly pale and clearly unconscious, he turned on Draco, as the blonde had expected.
"What in the name of Merlin happened to her?" he roared as he moved over to the bed. He glared daggers at the unresponsive blonde as he cast a diagnostic spell over his daughter. After a minute, he relaxed. He turned on Draco again, but this time spoke calmly, trying not to scare the shaking blonde.
"How did she manage to drain all her magic? Draco, answer me." the blonde looked up at the deadly tone in Tom's voice, and finally responded.
"Well, it started just before we left Hogwarts. We were in the kitchen with the twins," Tom's face pinched up into a scowl. "And they asked Callia if she wanted to meet their older brother's, Bill and Charlie. I got a bit jealous and stormed out, then Flooed back here. I knew Callia would find me if I stayed in my room - well let's face it, she finds me anywhere I go - so I went up to the attic and hid. I started crying," here Draco's pale cheeks turned pink and he looked embarrassed, "I don't know why it weakened me like it did. I was on the verge of passing out when Callia found me, and then I fainted in her arms. I think she might have turned her magic into healing energy or something, and then pushed it all into me. Just after I woke up, she collapsed, and Pansy came in. We brought her down here, and I went to get you." Draco finished. The blush was slowly disappearing, and the Dark Lord was looking at Draco curiously.
"How could crying have weakened you so much?"
"I have no idea, Sir," Draco said softly.
Tom was just about to take Callia home when they heard a familiar yell from the floor below.
"Draco!" Draco looked at Tom, and he nodded.
"Bring her up here, she might be able to help," Draco nodded, and hurried out of the room, reappearing a minute later with a worried-looking Narcissa.
"What happened to her?" she shrieked when she saw Callia lying on the bed. She quickly composed herself, however, when she saw Tom sitting on the bed next to her.
"Magical drain Cissy. Can you help her?" Narcissa looked shocked at being addressed as "Cissy" from her Lord, as normally only Bellatrix or Callia called her that, but went over to the bed and quickly cast a diagnostic spell, coming up with the same results as her Lord. She then turned to Draco.
"Draco, go into my study and get me a stabiliser potion," Draco hurried out as Narcissa turned to Tom. "That's all I can really do My Lord. The potion should stabilise her magical core, and then she just needs rest so her magic can replenish itself. I know she will hate it, but make her stay in bed for tomorrow at least,"
Draco snorted from the door, and handed his mother the potion. "You are never going to get Callia to stay in bed, Dark Lord or not!"
Tom glared at Draco for a second and then took the potion off Narcissa, who had just lifted the vial to Callia's lips.
"Thank you, Narcissa. You may go now," Narcissa looked set to argue, but thankfully, Lucius appeared at the door and dragged his wife out without another word. Tom carefully lifted his daughter up and slowly poured the potion into her mouth. After a minute, Tom lifted her into his arms easily and walked slowly towards the fire, careful not to jostle Callia's tiny body. Draco walked ahead of him and threw the Floo powder into the fore for him.
"Draco, would you like to come? I think Callia would feel better if you were there when she wakes up," Tom said softly. Draco nodded as was just bout to step into the emerald flames when Tom stopped him. "Ask your parents first, Draco,"
"Yes, Sir,"
Tom nodded and Flooed straight into Callia's bedroom, setting her on the bed. Not even ten seconds later, Draco stepped out of the fireplace. He immediately hopped up onto the bed, pulling Callia into his arms. Tom smiled, even more so when Tera slithered up from the floor and curled around the two if them.
"If she wakes up, call one of the house elves, Nagini or Tera to come get me," Draco nodded he would, and turned back to Callia, stroking her raven hair with one hand, and Tera's cold head with the other.
