The end of the end, the beginning of the beginning
Hey, I am so sorry it took me so long to put this up but I have been busy in epic proportions. Now I have finished failing all my exams I am back and ready to bore you all once more. Now enough of the modesty, before I am hanged by angry mobs here in the FINAL part of Nil Dormiendum.
Hermione couldn't sleep; the potions that Madame Pomfrey had given her had no effect. She had had less than three hours of proper rest in the last week and her face was drawn and white. When sleep came all she could see was Draco's last moments played out over and over. The memories came like flashes. The knife, the blood, the last gasp.
"Draco!" The unearthly shriek of a soul in agony echoed down the corridors freezing all those that heard it. It was followed by more shrieks of anguish and pain. Footsteps pattered down the corridor and Madame Pomfrey rushed in.
"Hermione, calm down please"
The shrieks ceased and gave way to sobbing. Hermione was to exhausted to cope with the death of a loved one. After some pleading Madame Pomfrey persuaded her to take a small dose of sleeping draught. The kindly matron sat on her bed holding her hand until her eyes closed.
She could feel herself falling asleep. She began to fight valiantly to stay awake and avoid the horrible phantoms. She was losing, her fingers slipped around the last thread of consciousness and she floated silently into her dreams.
Instead of the black corridors of Hogwarts with Lucius Malfoy in pursuit Hermione found herself on a small Island with a crumbling castle on it's highest point. Almost in a trance she moved to the yawning door. She entered what must have once been a splendid hall, alas now the roof was broken and the stars showed through in between the gaping holes.
She stood in the centre of the decaying ruin and spoke words that seemed to come not from her but from some unknown source.
"I come back to the beginning to end what once begun, end of ends beginning of beginnings I come to Lindisfarne with this plea"
The sensation was that of a puppet, or an actor parroting off her words. What happened next was certainly not a dream. She had never imagined this to happen. An old statue of a wizard near a well suddenly became animated.
"Daughter of the dawn, my name is Aragorn Dumbledore. Why do you speak the words to awaken me?"
"I...I...." Hermione suddenly found that she had control of herself once more and now didn't know what to say. The old man had looked so terrible and powerful he had scared the dazed girl half to death. Seeing this his expression became pained.
"Has one you love been lost to the soul knife?"
"Yes, if you mean the Knife Draco's father had...."
"It was I that crafted that knife, I meant for it to destroy the Dark Wizard clan of Kedavra, however they used the curse and learned from it. The knife was used to kill others instead."
"What does it do?"
"The knife combines two ancient curses that were new to our kind when I walked the mainland, The Arvada Kedavra and the Imperius curse. The knife was meant to use its victim to kill and destroy their own family."
"Draco broke the curse"
The ancient wizard looked up sharply at that statement. "How?" he barked.
"He drove the knife into himself when the shadow told him he needed to kill a human to break his own curse."
"Where is he now?"
Hermione felt the wall of grief hit her sharply. "He's dead"
"Sadly I fear you are right. Only a sacrifice of true love for one who loves him in return could have saved him. You do not love him?" The last part of the question seemed sad and resigned.
"I do, with all I have. A golden thread came between us and bonded us before we both fell inside his mind for the last time. That has to mean something!"
"If you speak the truth I can help, you Draco is not dead as you understand. His body will have been lost into Limbo."
"And his soul?"
"That I don't know, however I do know a spell that may reunite the body and soul. It is ancient magic, dangerous and barely understood. Primal when uncontrolled."
"So he will come back to life?"
"No spell can awaken the dead, he was torn apart by the spell. I will reunite him."
Time passed and Hermione became almost numb with cold. The dawn was breaking over the sea when the old man finally announced they were ready. He stood at the tip of a crest of rock overlooking the bay. All Hermione could see for endless miles was the sparkle of the ocean waves. The old wizard raised a gnarled staff over his head and began to chant in deep resonating tones. They rose and fell with the crash of the waves against the rocks below.
As the chant continued a small glow of white light appeared floating in the air above the chanting wizard. He looked upon with an expression of joy and the chanting became steadily more filled with a mysterious pouring out of energy. Around the white light appeared a faint outline of a body. The chants became almost like shouts of rejoicing and on the final low throbbing note several awesome sights took place.
The body solidified and fell gently to earth. Hermione gave a shout of pure joy and rushed forward to embrace the love she thought was lost forever. The old wizard formerly in robes of drab brown cloth was now clothed in blinding colour that shifted and shimmered in the new dawn. Around him on the once deserted island stood eight other wizards. They smiled benignly and one waved his wand and produced a set of robes and a cloak, which he presented to Draco.
"I am Merion Malfoy, your ancestor many generations back. It is fitting that I provide these to you."
"Who, who are you all?" stuttered Hermione.
"We are the nine, the first on these islands to nurture the talent within us, every person of Magic blood in these isles is begotten of us"
There were many questions that burned to be answered but there was to be no time to answer them. There was a bang and Hermione and Draco were whisked away. They landed in the middle of very familiar surroundings.
"Hogsmeade?"
"I am not dreaming am I?"
"No Hermione, I am back...thanks to you."
They began to walk back towards the school. The new dawn seemed like a real new start. They began to talk about family and holidays and what they would say to the school, about Slytherin and Gryffindor and many other small points. Inside each of them though was a deep wonder at what they had seen and knowledge that what they had was special and a gift.
Finally they reached the door of the school.
"Let's stay outside a while, it's been so long since I saw the sun."
"I thought that I had lost you, I thought it would end before it had begun."
"Never will I leave you, you are my reason."
"Reason for what?" She said resting her chin on Draco's shoulder in contentment.
"Anything." The breath tickled her neck deliciously and she pulled out of the embrace. His grey eyes studied hers like they always had but something was different. Instead of the cold, lifeless stone there was a spark and a tenderness behind the gaze. Finally in the cold frozen beauty of the gardens their lips met.
Hmm, well whaddya reckon peeps, you want a sequel?? Lemme know if ya do. Oh yeah and Joycie thanx for the motivation :)
Hey, I am so sorry it took me so long to put this up but I have been busy in epic proportions. Now I have finished failing all my exams I am back and ready to bore you all once more. Now enough of the modesty, before I am hanged by angry mobs here in the FINAL part of Nil Dormiendum.
Hermione couldn't sleep; the potions that Madame Pomfrey had given her had no effect. She had had less than three hours of proper rest in the last week and her face was drawn and white. When sleep came all she could see was Draco's last moments played out over and over. The memories came like flashes. The knife, the blood, the last gasp.
"Draco!" The unearthly shriek of a soul in agony echoed down the corridors freezing all those that heard it. It was followed by more shrieks of anguish and pain. Footsteps pattered down the corridor and Madame Pomfrey rushed in.
"Hermione, calm down please"
The shrieks ceased and gave way to sobbing. Hermione was to exhausted to cope with the death of a loved one. After some pleading Madame Pomfrey persuaded her to take a small dose of sleeping draught. The kindly matron sat on her bed holding her hand until her eyes closed.
She could feel herself falling asleep. She began to fight valiantly to stay awake and avoid the horrible phantoms. She was losing, her fingers slipped around the last thread of consciousness and she floated silently into her dreams.
Instead of the black corridors of Hogwarts with Lucius Malfoy in pursuit Hermione found herself on a small Island with a crumbling castle on it's highest point. Almost in a trance she moved to the yawning door. She entered what must have once been a splendid hall, alas now the roof was broken and the stars showed through in between the gaping holes.
She stood in the centre of the decaying ruin and spoke words that seemed to come not from her but from some unknown source.
"I come back to the beginning to end what once begun, end of ends beginning of beginnings I come to Lindisfarne with this plea"
The sensation was that of a puppet, or an actor parroting off her words. What happened next was certainly not a dream. She had never imagined this to happen. An old statue of a wizard near a well suddenly became animated.
"Daughter of the dawn, my name is Aragorn Dumbledore. Why do you speak the words to awaken me?"
"I...I...." Hermione suddenly found that she had control of herself once more and now didn't know what to say. The old man had looked so terrible and powerful he had scared the dazed girl half to death. Seeing this his expression became pained.
"Has one you love been lost to the soul knife?"
"Yes, if you mean the Knife Draco's father had...."
"It was I that crafted that knife, I meant for it to destroy the Dark Wizard clan of Kedavra, however they used the curse and learned from it. The knife was used to kill others instead."
"What does it do?"
"The knife combines two ancient curses that were new to our kind when I walked the mainland, The Arvada Kedavra and the Imperius curse. The knife was meant to use its victim to kill and destroy their own family."
"Draco broke the curse"
The ancient wizard looked up sharply at that statement. "How?" he barked.
"He drove the knife into himself when the shadow told him he needed to kill a human to break his own curse."
"Where is he now?"
Hermione felt the wall of grief hit her sharply. "He's dead"
"Sadly I fear you are right. Only a sacrifice of true love for one who loves him in return could have saved him. You do not love him?" The last part of the question seemed sad and resigned.
"I do, with all I have. A golden thread came between us and bonded us before we both fell inside his mind for the last time. That has to mean something!"
"If you speak the truth I can help, you Draco is not dead as you understand. His body will have been lost into Limbo."
"And his soul?"
"That I don't know, however I do know a spell that may reunite the body and soul. It is ancient magic, dangerous and barely understood. Primal when uncontrolled."
"So he will come back to life?"
"No spell can awaken the dead, he was torn apart by the spell. I will reunite him."
Time passed and Hermione became almost numb with cold. The dawn was breaking over the sea when the old man finally announced they were ready. He stood at the tip of a crest of rock overlooking the bay. All Hermione could see for endless miles was the sparkle of the ocean waves. The old wizard raised a gnarled staff over his head and began to chant in deep resonating tones. They rose and fell with the crash of the waves against the rocks below.
As the chant continued a small glow of white light appeared floating in the air above the chanting wizard. He looked upon with an expression of joy and the chanting became steadily more filled with a mysterious pouring out of energy. Around the white light appeared a faint outline of a body. The chants became almost like shouts of rejoicing and on the final low throbbing note several awesome sights took place.
The body solidified and fell gently to earth. Hermione gave a shout of pure joy and rushed forward to embrace the love she thought was lost forever. The old wizard formerly in robes of drab brown cloth was now clothed in blinding colour that shifted and shimmered in the new dawn. Around him on the once deserted island stood eight other wizards. They smiled benignly and one waved his wand and produced a set of robes and a cloak, which he presented to Draco.
"I am Merion Malfoy, your ancestor many generations back. It is fitting that I provide these to you."
"Who, who are you all?" stuttered Hermione.
"We are the nine, the first on these islands to nurture the talent within us, every person of Magic blood in these isles is begotten of us"
There were many questions that burned to be answered but there was to be no time to answer them. There was a bang and Hermione and Draco were whisked away. They landed in the middle of very familiar surroundings.
"Hogsmeade?"
"I am not dreaming am I?"
"No Hermione, I am back...thanks to you."
They began to walk back towards the school. The new dawn seemed like a real new start. They began to talk about family and holidays and what they would say to the school, about Slytherin and Gryffindor and many other small points. Inside each of them though was a deep wonder at what they had seen and knowledge that what they had was special and a gift.
Finally they reached the door of the school.
"Let's stay outside a while, it's been so long since I saw the sun."
"I thought that I had lost you, I thought it would end before it had begun."
"Never will I leave you, you are my reason."
"Reason for what?" She said resting her chin on Draco's shoulder in contentment.
"Anything." The breath tickled her neck deliciously and she pulled out of the embrace. His grey eyes studied hers like they always had but something was different. Instead of the cold, lifeless stone there was a spark and a tenderness behind the gaze. Finally in the cold frozen beauty of the gardens their lips met.
Hmm, well whaddya reckon peeps, you want a sequel?? Lemme know if ya do. Oh yeah and Joycie thanx for the motivation :)