Dark Wind
*Chapter Five*
by Ashley (Hype)
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Draco and Hermione were snuggled up cozily on the sofa in front of a newly lit fire very quietly. As Hermione`s rhythmic breathing slowly pulsed on Draco`s chest, Draco felt lost. He felt as if none of it was real. The reality he had known for so long and ignored finally came to rest upon his shoulders- this was not his normal self. He was extremely powerful, he was Hermione`s natural enemy and he was the heir of the Dark Empire- which was doing wonderfully now that Dumbledore was gone. However, Potter meant death to anyone in his path. Ever since that Harry Potter became the head of the Unspeakables, the Death Eaters had been mysteriously vanishing- no doubt to Potter and his league.
Ah yes... Draco knew very well of the famous Harry Potter. He had been trained to kill in every way imaginable. And since he`s such a secret and intelligent enemy, it was very rare indeed if anyone heard any true information. Not even Harry`s partners knew entirely what he was up to. Harry Potter was by far the biggest concern to the Dark Empire. They feared he was planning an intrigue that would, once again, make the empire they had built crumble into mere ashes.
This worried Draco to a great extent. When he took over Voldemort`s army of villains and Potter ruined it again, Draco would have no where to run. He, unlike Voldemort, was not even close to immortality. True, he was even more powerful than Voldemort now, but he was not as experienced in handling an entire empireand controlling dark armies and fleets and all of those little escapades. Voldemort`s strength was slowly slipping away as time passed by...
Draco sighed and looked down at the now sleeping Hermione. He gently stroked her face and long curly hair with the tips of his fingers. He realized then how love was truly blind. Sadly, he carried her up to his room with ease and laid her upon his bed. Love was blind.
Malfoy sat in his library which was approximately the size of a small mansion. He had planned on proposing to Hermione in this very place a few months from now. But now he was having second thoughts. He was in love, this much he knew. It had blinded him so completely that it had shielded him from his surroundings. By now, his father knew; and if he knew, Voldemort knew. Voldemort would have the worst plan for him.
Draco looked down at his wrist, examining the thing that held him and all the vile things on the planet- the Dark Mark. It had shocked him so much that Hermione had not noticed it. Perhaps she too had been in a blur of passion and the only thing in her mind, like was in his, was to love the one you`re with. Which ever way, he knew he had to tell her about himself no matter how much it hurt them...
He walked down one of the long corridors that lead to the dormitory Hermione was sleeping in, trying to muster up his courage which normally came very naturally.
About one hundred and fifty feet or so from the door in which he was heading for, a loud crash rattled the sides of the corridor and Hermione`s scream pierced through the air. Draco ran flat out and nearly knocked the massive mahogany doors over- but it was too late. Hermione was gone.
There was a large hole in the ceiling and writing in a bright, glowing green color that stretched across his entire wall that read:
Draco Malfoy-
This is what you get for betraying me. Your mudblood lover is with me and I daresay not in good hands considering her position. Catch me if you can.
Lord V.
Draco`s eyes turned a violent purple and began to glow as they did when he became dangerously mad. Voldemort had done this. His first instinct was to chase after him. But by now, he was far gone. Malfoy knew that he would have to devise a brilliant plan to get Hermione back- and soon.
But who that he knew would help him get a muggle- born back? Most everyone he had ever been associated with wished for nothing more to have mudbloods wiped off the face of the universe. He pondered over this for a while and grimaced when the answer entered his mind- Harry Potter. Harry Potter would help if it was for Hermione.
But how was he supposed to reach Potter? He couldn`t very well send and owl. All owls sent to the Unspeakable location would be destroyed. Nothing ever went in and nothing ever came out.
He thought good and hard over the issue for nearly two hours. Finally, just before losing all hope, he thought of a way. He, Draco Malfoy, would change himself into the infamous Harry Potter and nearly waltz right under the security guards` noses barely noticed.
It wasn`t, however, quite that easy.Since he had none of Harry`s hair or toe nail clippings, he could not create a Polyjuice Potion. No, he certainly could not. But there was another way- a much, much older way; so old that it was considered ancient among the magic folk who knew of it (and very few did). Unfortunately, most of the ancient magical proceedings were very long and very painful. It was the spell of Nons Dea Dia- or also known as the Nineth Growth.
There were Nine Growths in the begging of magic. The first and second were physical. The third and fourth were trait. The fifth, sixth and seventh were knowledge. The eighth was power. And the last and most powerful (and difficult) of the Growths was the Nineth Growth- transformation into another being.
Draco had already preformed the growths under both his father and Voldemort`s training. All except the final growth. It was now time to complete what he had once started. But to do this, he needed his wand as one of the tools.
He fetched his wand from one of his many Gringotts vaults in nearly one hour. He apparated back to his house and began to start Nona Dea Dia. He sat in front of his large antique mirror. "Last time seeing you for a while.." he mumbled to his reflection, still uncomfortable with the idea of changing himself into his sworn enemy. He raised his wand to his face and slowly began to transform it inch by inch into the present-day hero, Harry Potter.
After four long, grueling and painful hours of transforming himself, Draco stood back and looked upon his new reflection in the mirror. If this is Potter, then he sure has changed, Draco thought absently. There was a very tall, broad and muscular Harry Potter standing before him in the mirror. His hair was still wild and black and his scar, of course, was still visible upon his forhead. Draco stared at Harry. It was like facing his life-long enemy in person. Both the reflection and the newly changed Draco looked as though they were about to kill each other. Inwardly, Draco knew that he could never face Harry if he couldn`t even face Harry`s reflection. He would have to overcome this.
Draco next took his old Firebolt which he had gotten in his fifth year as a birthday prestent from an old dusty closet. He would fly to his mother where she would help him find Harry`s whereabouts with one of her magical mirrors. Of course, he couldn`t very well barge right into their home now that they knew of his lover and he was disguised as the Dark Empire`s only fear...
Draco flew determinedly towards his parent`s house upon the large hill overlooking Hogsmeade. When he reached the Malfoy Estate, he circled around on his broom to the backside of the compound where, hopefully, his mother`s window was opened.
It was. As always, she kept the window open to get a nice breeze around her room. Luckily, she was faced away from him and reading through a rather large book. He quietly flew in and landed without making a sound.
Draco slowly crept up behind his unsuspecting mother and covered her mouth with the quick reflexes he had adopted from years of playing Quidditch and fighting. His mother whimpered, not seeing who it was.
"Mother, it`s me, Draco," he whispered. "I`ve completed the Nineth Growth. Please don`t scream- I`ve transformed into Harry Potter." He let go of his mother. She turned around and gasped- it certainly didn`t look like her son. Indeed, it appeared as though Harry Potter was standing before her very eyes- but she knew better.
"Draco," she hissed, " of all the people to transform into, why did you pick your enemy- that Potter boy?!"
"Mother, there is no time for that. I`m in love with a muggle-born, as you have probably heard by now. Please don`t be upset..."
Narcissa smiled; a rare sight. "Draco, if you`re in love, do what you must by any means."
A look of relief washed over Draco`s mask of Harry as a smile of gratitude lingered upon his lips. His face quickly turned serious again in a moment`s time. "Tell father nothing of my whereabouts, that I have visited you, or what I`m about to tell and ask of you." His mother nodded, a look of curiosity crossing her face.
After Draco had finished his story, Narcissa leaned back on her chair. "So, you want me to give you my enemy- seeing mirror?: she asked. The enemy-seeing mirror provided sight to see your enemy and a caption of what they were thinking or saying at the top and their location was displayed at the bottom. Draco needed it as one of the two main ingredients to get Hermione back safely in his arms.
"Yes," he replied finally. " I want you to lend me your enemy- seeing mirror."
She smiled once again. "For love, anything. You know, I do believe this Hermione Granger is doing you good."
"How so?"
:You`re finally learning to love. Now that you`re learning, don`t ever forget how to. Promise me you won`t forget how to love." His mother`s eyes were distant, but her mind was clear. Sje was thinking of how Lucius used to love her, and how he had forgotten over the years. Draco nodded solemnly, a promise escaping from his throat.
"Very well then. Here it is," she pulled out a hand-held mirror from her dresser and handed it to him.
"Thank you mother. I have to go now." He kissed her cheek before flying back out the window.
Narcissa smiled, watching him ride off into the vast blue yonder of the sky. She smiled through her tears; her son was growing into a wonderful man.
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