Draco's cry
De profundis clamais ad te Domine
Liberare me, Domine
Exaudi vocera meam Domine
Audique vocem meam
Nil Dormiendum Papa,
Consider what you've done
A Son condemned to lonely silence
And whispers in the dark
Misit de summo et accepit me
Adsumpsit me de aquis multis
Eripiet me de inimicis meis fortissimis
Et ab his qui oderant me quonian
Confirmati sunt super me
Nil Dormiendum Papa
My soul is burning still
To you I will give mercy
When I am freed this day
The words of the melody floated round the outer fringes of Draco's mind. He had learned many unwanted lessons from his Father over the years but he had always had a strange fascination with ancient languages. He had thrown himself to learning them and his tutors praised his talents endlessly. Lucius had been delighted at his son's apparent gift and had forced Draco to memorize numerous texts so that he could be pulled out as a party trick when Mr Malfoy had guests
The words of the psalms had been a comfort to him throughout his period of lonely captivity. Mr Malfoy had never explained who had written the beautiful illustrated parchments he read, or for that matter why they had written them. Nevertheless Draco had always looked forward to smelling the tangy sweet sense of incense on the yellowing vellum as he spent his evenings reading from the strange and foreign writings.
He could feel something of Hermione remaining in there. Like a faint smell of fragrance after the flowers have left a room. He had memories of her, he had watched as the silent observer while his other half taunted and belittled her. He felt a certain inner peace and quiet that settled into the core of his being when he was with her. She soothed away the years of pain that he had gone through. He had a world within himself, a world that she was now a part of.
He was sat motionless in the stone room. His other self had thankfully not been alerted to his existence. He could feel some of what was happening. Occasionally he would venture to see the world but it was the danger of being discovered that kept him cowed in the dark recesses of his mind.
Hermione sat down to breakfast in the great hall. She had had a troubled night when she had not been able to speak to Draco. She knew why but his silence still troubled her. She feared for his safety. Shaking her head she began to eat. He had survived nearly five years inside himself. He would be fine. Looking up from her bacon and eggs she glanced up to the high table. Lucius Malfoy was still there, he didn't seem to be looking at her, she was relieved for that. Instead he was looking over at the Slytherins. She turned back to her breakfast when Ron emitted a strangled gasp and began to choke. He coughed several times and a piece of bacon rind came flying out of his mouth and into her cereal. "Ron! Can you watch what you're doing?" She snapped fishing, it out gingerly. To her surprise he grinned, turned to Harry and sniggered. "What? What is so funny this time?" It was Harry's turn to smile. "Well I would've thought you'd have noticed your boyfriend's return to everyday life" Hermione spun round, scanning the Slytherin table. Draco Malfoy was in his seat, talking pompously with those seated near him.
Aware that someone was looking at him he swiftly looked over to her. He gave her a look of hatred and malice that made her feel cold all over. It was so unlike the boy she had come to know, it was hard to believe that underneath this twisted blackened shell there was a soul and a heart straining for freedom and love. She looked away fast and, ignoring the questioning looks of her two friends, got up and left the hall.
Inside the stone room everything went black. Draco stood alarmed at this change, unable to fathom why he had suddenly lost his control. Noises and visions clouded the tiny space, pushing Draco into the very corner of the room. Hermione appeared, pale and silent in her white nightgown. He reached for her, "Hermione?" Her face became warped by a strange grin. Her eyes opened madly and she threw back her head and laughed. "You think I would love you Draco Malfoy, you actually believe that anyone would want to spend time with you?" She sounded extremely amused as she said all this, now she laughed hysterically. Harry Potter appeared next to her. "This was a great joke," he said, turning to Hermione. "You are a lonely fool Malfoy, you know that don't you" He punched savagely out hitting Draco on the jaw squarely. Draco rebounded back clutching at where Harry had hit. He felt despair slipping its grey clammy fingers down his throat and squeezing his chest. It was a joke. They had set him up. He would be alone here forever. He crumpled to the floor cradling his head in his arms. The two figures didn't move, they just stood and stared, smiling. "You're sister will inherit your money now, you are useless to your family" Harry spat maliciously.
Something inside of Draco clicked. He got up from the floor and stood facing the two figures. "That is not true" He said quietly, I never told you that I had a sister. The figure that looked like Hermione nodded to Harry. There was a long screech and after a few seconds two black robed hooded figures faced him. One was a tall man with blonde hair and a hard stern face. Next to him stood what looked like his younger image. It had been so many years since Draco had seen his own face or for that matter his Fathers that at first he didn't realise who the figures were.
The younger one stood back while his Father advanced on him. Draco backed away but eventually hit the far end of the room. He was lifted by his collar two feet of the ground. His father's breath smelt of death. He tried to release himself but couldn't shake the iron grip. "Now then Draco" His Father adopted the same grin as he had worn as Hermione, "let's have a little talk about breaking curses and exactly how you are going to kill that mudblood filth" Draco's eyes went wide as they looked into the soul of his tormentor.
Hermione had sped away to her dormitory. She felt like crying, what was she to do now. Draco was trapped and there was no way she could get to him. It brought tears to her eyes as she remembered a few nights ago. Draco had been telling her of his experience inside his cursed body. How he had been forced to watch each cruel and petty action, each jibe and all of them against his will.
She flopped down onto her bed, breathing hard. Thoughts and plans of getting to Draco raced through her head. All of them were dismissed as unlikely to succeed. This was an ancient curse. If Voldemort couldn't use it what was to say she could break it. Suddenly she felt as if something was not quite right, alarm was pushing at the outer sections of her mind. She heard the faint thud of the door to the common room being pushed open.
Steps were coming down the corridor towards her, a figure in school robes emerged round the door. Blonde hair closely followed it. "Draco?! Is that you?" Draco staggered as he made his way to her. "No, run, they found me" Hermione now knew why she had felt the danger. She made for the door but it clicked shut as she reached it. She turned back to Draco. He was pale and swaying where he stood fighting to take each breath. "Draco, it'll be alright, it'll be alright," she said softly. Not knowing what else to do she hugged him tightly as her fought to keep control. He cupped her face in his hands, "Please don't let me hurt you, I would never hurt you" He looked deep into her eyes. "I don't have much strength left to fight them, if I lose control, stop me by any means necessary. A black shadow swum across his eyes, Hermione pulled away in horror. The blackness was covering the entire surface of his eyes, turning them into jet-black orbs in a white oval face.
He shoved her roughly back onto the bed. "Filth!" he screamed, how dare you try to destroy me, "stupid mudblood filth". There was a quiet pop and Mr Malfoy joined his son. Even with all this happening Hermione was still thinking, I told Ron and Harry I am here, they'll come and get me. "Oh but you'll be dead by then, and so will little Draco" The blonde boy said this in a light singsong way that sent shivers down her spine. Mr Malfoy stepped forward and struck her roughly, "tell me how you did it?" Hermione was genuinely confused, "I don't know what you mean?" Mr Malfoy's face twisted into an ugly snarl. "Don't lie to me girl, how did you discover he was cursed?" Hermione decided it was best to play dumb. "It was an accident, I don't know". It was Draco who stepped forward this time. He was holding the same knife she had seen in the vision. "If we curse you then you will be powerless to withhold the information" Mr Malfoy said flatly. Draco reached out to hold her down, just as his skin met hers there was a flash of golden light.
The two of them were lifted into the centre of the room, surrounded by the golden aura. Draco was struggling, screaming and writhing. The blackness was fading from his eyes and as it left his cries ceased. They reached out to join hands. The door to the dormitory was blasted open and Dumbledore entered swiftly. Hermione and Draco broke their grip and the aura faded once more. The last thing Hermione was aware of was the tinkling sound of rainbow shards splintering against the wall.
Ok right in the next chapter, We will see………I am not going to tell you, you will have to read it. Anyways I quite like this chapter I am proud of it. The fanfiction awards are soon, dunno if I will get nominated but if you wanna I will be really chuffed, goto the best harry potter fanfic page and it's in the links section, come on puhleaasse J Oh and yeah, if you wanna know what the latin poem means email me and I will send it you, the address is at the top of the 1st chapter.
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