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The view was beautiful, a sculpted waterfall tinkled musically into a lush pool surrounded by the darkness of trees, there were flickers of movement there in the darkness between, but he didn't see the wood for the trees. He didn't see the wood at all.
"Stop sulking, it ill becomes you"
Her voice was light and musical, and had been much loved, was much loved, you couldn't stop loving someone just because they hated you. He looked at his mother out of the corner of his eye, her hair shining platinum, hints of white blazing from the light that poured from the window. The double image he saw was painful, almost as much so as the dreams he endured night after night.
"I can't seem to help it mother, perhaps you can advise me?"
Sarcasm was rife within his tone, he wasn't sulking, not as such, he was depressed, almost suicidally so. He had only meant to stay for a week and Christmas day, then he'd meant to leave but now he was trapped in a web of silk and steel.
"Draco Daemon Sylvanus Malfoy, you will speak more respectfully to me, I am your mother!"
Another sigh wended its way out of him and he turned fully away from the window to look at his mother, the spells of beauty that she had used to keep herself looking more than lovely had taken there toll she was slender and her skin was beyond translucent, the veins could be seen pulsing at her temples. Any other woman would have been less than middle aged now, she and his father had been young parents, his father still attracted women, his affairs were legendary.
"I want to leave mother, I need to leave"
There was compassion just for a moment in the rainwater blue of her eyes, then it was gone as if extinguished, it probably had been, by a life serving the darkness, he wondered, if she had expected his father to save her from her own darkness only to stumble neck deep into his. Ah well, that wasn't his concern, Amaris was.
"That's impossible for the moment Draco, your father wants to talk to you"
He felt himself shaking his head and stopped the movement ruthlessly, he had never liked involuntary gestures since that fateful day that one of his had had Amaris sent away. He watched his mother leave the room and then fell backwards into the memory.
They were playing, simple games for wizard children, well, Malfoy children. Using their magic's to play tag, invisibly. Of course things had gotten broken but they were nine years old, things broke. He had been searching for Amaris and had let his shielding slip for a moment next to the shattered remains of one of his mothers vases. Most children don't know the difference between Ming and carnival faring's, he certainly hadn't then a hand had descended on his shoulder.
He had know instantly who it was, he looked up into his fathers eyes cold and dark as the December sky. There hadn't been any words, just the look that promised death and destruction followed by the appearance of a crop in his fathers hand. It had been an involuntary movement, the low whimper in his throat, his father never hit him long or hard, but it hurt.
Then their had been a presence at his side, and Amaris's oddly adult voice had spoken.
"Its not his fault, Lucius, Sir, I broke the vase"
Another involuntary movement, the shake of his head, she hadn't broken the vase, and it would hurt him more in another way if she took the beating for him. It would ache in his chest somewhere above his left ribs. It always did when she got hurt, as if something inside him hated himself for not saving her.
His father had looked at both of them and had casually back handed him across the face, he had almost felt something within her snap. When the blurs had cleared from his vision she had been limed in flickering, living flame, and his father had looked afraid.
She had been punished for that lapse into temper, they had sent her away and their memories told him of the horrors she had endured, some of which she seemed to push away whenever he tried to see them. And he had been punished was still being punished, he knew now what an encumbrance he was. A mother who despised him for ruining her figure and social life and a father who couldn't accept the fact that his son wasn't going to follow him into darkness.
He shook the cobwebs of memory away, and began to build the spell, chanting in a low sonorous tone. Apparition was hard and he wanted to be within the boundaries of Hogwarts by the night after tomorrow.
***
Hermoine was settled on her bed next to Harry and she watched them both from her window seat, the sun was on the verge of setting and she could feel a tight itch in her blood, fire in her veins would have been easier to live with. Harry looked nervous as if there was something he wanted to say but wasn't sure of how to say it, he squirmed for a moment more before blurting it out in a rush.
"DumbldoresaskedmetofindtheheirtoSlytherin"
She blinked a few times and then felt a smile creep onto the corner of her mouth.
"Slowly Harry, some of us hear at a normal rate"
He flushed pale skin showing the rush of blood in almost painful detail to her heightened senses, then his mouth tilted up at both corners and he adjusted his glasses.
"Dumbledore's asked me to find the heir to Slytherin"
Hermoine pinched the bridge of her nose before commenting in a dry and slightly distracted voice.
"That's heir of Slytherin"
Harry looked at her and then looked at the ceiling before miming prayer, she almost laughed but she was trying to remember what Cassiopeia had been rambling about in her final trance before she had died. Cassiopeia had been a rare true seer, and the visions had been painful. That was it, she had it, for a moment she thanked god for the gift of a good memory for events.
"I have a little information"
Harry looked at her and arched an eyebrow it was an oddly Malfoy like inflection, she ignored the pang of longing she felt to listen as he spoke.
"I thought it might have been you"
She felt her eye's widening before a choke of laughter escaped her and she shook her head.
"I'm afraid not, but a friend of mine gave me a prophecy when she was dying, I haven't been able to remember all of it until now. But that's the way of prophecies, they never show up until you most need them"
She watched the tension build in Hermoines eyes and almost smiled, she was so eager to learn, Harry almost had the same expression but there was a darkness behind it. A need to succeed, she had been right earlier he would have been a good Slytherin.
"It was said like this"
Taking a deep breath she began.
"The Heirs run in patterns appearing when least needed.
In peace search for the lion rampant on the field
In times of knowledge search for the raven amongst knowledge seeded
In times of immovable objects search for the badger one who never yields
And finally in times of war where treachery is rife
search for the heir to the serpent born who will end the strife"
She winced slightly.
"The poetry's bad but the information's all there, and one other thing, the heirs are always Muggle born according to our chroniclers. Its an oddity but it's the one holding factor between them all"
The light in Harry's eyes seemed to glow for a moment as he took all that she had said in, and the he half smiled. She tried to but the first rays of the moon were cresting the horizon, she waved a hand in languorous farewell.
"Now get out and do some work on your own"
Her eyes remained riveted on the door as they left and then with a gentle sight she fell backwards and gave into the moons call.
The view was beautiful, a sculpted waterfall tinkled musically into a lush pool surrounded by the darkness of trees, there were flickers of movement there in the darkness between, but he didn't see the wood for the trees. He didn't see the wood at all.
"Stop sulking, it ill becomes you"
Her voice was light and musical, and had been much loved, was much loved, you couldn't stop loving someone just because they hated you. He looked at his mother out of the corner of his eye, her hair shining platinum, hints of white blazing from the light that poured from the window. The double image he saw was painful, almost as much so as the dreams he endured night after night.
"I can't seem to help it mother, perhaps you can advise me?"
Sarcasm was rife within his tone, he wasn't sulking, not as such, he was depressed, almost suicidally so. He had only meant to stay for a week and Christmas day, then he'd meant to leave but now he was trapped in a web of silk and steel.
"Draco Daemon Sylvanus Malfoy, you will speak more respectfully to me, I am your mother!"
Another sigh wended its way out of him and he turned fully away from the window to look at his mother, the spells of beauty that she had used to keep herself looking more than lovely had taken there toll she was slender and her skin was beyond translucent, the veins could be seen pulsing at her temples. Any other woman would have been less than middle aged now, she and his father had been young parents, his father still attracted women, his affairs were legendary.
"I want to leave mother, I need to leave"
There was compassion just for a moment in the rainwater blue of her eyes, then it was gone as if extinguished, it probably had been, by a life serving the darkness, he wondered, if she had expected his father to save her from her own darkness only to stumble neck deep into his. Ah well, that wasn't his concern, Amaris was.
"That's impossible for the moment Draco, your father wants to talk to you"
He felt himself shaking his head and stopped the movement ruthlessly, he had never liked involuntary gestures since that fateful day that one of his had had Amaris sent away. He watched his mother leave the room and then fell backwards into the memory.
They were playing, simple games for wizard children, well, Malfoy children. Using their magic's to play tag, invisibly. Of course things had gotten broken but they were nine years old, things broke. He had been searching for Amaris and had let his shielding slip for a moment next to the shattered remains of one of his mothers vases. Most children don't know the difference between Ming and carnival faring's, he certainly hadn't then a hand had descended on his shoulder.
He had know instantly who it was, he looked up into his fathers eyes cold and dark as the December sky. There hadn't been any words, just the look that promised death and destruction followed by the appearance of a crop in his fathers hand. It had been an involuntary movement, the low whimper in his throat, his father never hit him long or hard, but it hurt.
Then their had been a presence at his side, and Amaris's oddly adult voice had spoken.
"Its not his fault, Lucius, Sir, I broke the vase"
Another involuntary movement, the shake of his head, she hadn't broken the vase, and it would hurt him more in another way if she took the beating for him. It would ache in his chest somewhere above his left ribs. It always did when she got hurt, as if something inside him hated himself for not saving her.
His father had looked at both of them and had casually back handed him across the face, he had almost felt something within her snap. When the blurs had cleared from his vision she had been limed in flickering, living flame, and his father had looked afraid.
She had been punished for that lapse into temper, they had sent her away and their memories told him of the horrors she had endured, some of which she seemed to push away whenever he tried to see them. And he had been punished was still being punished, he knew now what an encumbrance he was. A mother who despised him for ruining her figure and social life and a father who couldn't accept the fact that his son wasn't going to follow him into darkness.
He shook the cobwebs of memory away, and began to build the spell, chanting in a low sonorous tone. Apparition was hard and he wanted to be within the boundaries of Hogwarts by the night after tomorrow.
***
Hermoine was settled on her bed next to Harry and she watched them both from her window seat, the sun was on the verge of setting and she could feel a tight itch in her blood, fire in her veins would have been easier to live with. Harry looked nervous as if there was something he wanted to say but wasn't sure of how to say it, he squirmed for a moment more before blurting it out in a rush.
"DumbldoresaskedmetofindtheheirtoSlytherin"
She blinked a few times and then felt a smile creep onto the corner of her mouth.
"Slowly Harry, some of us hear at a normal rate"
He flushed pale skin showing the rush of blood in almost painful detail to her heightened senses, then his mouth tilted up at both corners and he adjusted his glasses.
"Dumbledore's asked me to find the heir to Slytherin"
Hermoine pinched the bridge of her nose before commenting in a dry and slightly distracted voice.
"That's heir of Slytherin"
Harry looked at her and then looked at the ceiling before miming prayer, she almost laughed but she was trying to remember what Cassiopeia had been rambling about in her final trance before she had died. Cassiopeia had been a rare true seer, and the visions had been painful. That was it, she had it, for a moment she thanked god for the gift of a good memory for events.
"I have a little information"
Harry looked at her and arched an eyebrow it was an oddly Malfoy like inflection, she ignored the pang of longing she felt to listen as he spoke.
"I thought it might have been you"
She felt her eye's widening before a choke of laughter escaped her and she shook her head.
"I'm afraid not, but a friend of mine gave me a prophecy when she was dying, I haven't been able to remember all of it until now. But that's the way of prophecies, they never show up until you most need them"
She watched the tension build in Hermoines eyes and almost smiled, she was so eager to learn, Harry almost had the same expression but there was a darkness behind it. A need to succeed, she had been right earlier he would have been a good Slytherin.
"It was said like this"
Taking a deep breath she began.
"The Heirs run in patterns appearing when least needed.
In peace search for the lion rampant on the field
In times of knowledge search for the raven amongst knowledge seeded
In times of immovable objects search for the badger one who never yields
And finally in times of war where treachery is rife
search for the heir to the serpent born who will end the strife"
She winced slightly.
"The poetry's bad but the information's all there, and one other thing, the heirs are always Muggle born according to our chroniclers. Its an oddity but it's the one holding factor between them all"
The light in Harry's eyes seemed to glow for a moment as he took all that she had said in, and the he half smiled. She tried to but the first rays of the moon were cresting the horizon, she waved a hand in languorous farewell.
"Now get out and do some work on your own"
Her eyes remained riveted on the door as they left and then with a gentle sight she fell backwards and gave into the moons call.