To Just Silver who is very astute ;) A complete fic add to anyone who can identify the guy at the end of this chapter :)
She didn't even have time to flinch before Amaris's hand touched her, the vision was instantaneous. A black dragon rampant against the full moon looking at her with feral desperate eyes, the same dragon bloodied and close to defeat keening over and over a sudden face, a white blonde boy, fine boned face and liquid sliver eyes the feeling of love and despair. And then that face, flickering red eyes and the scent of familiarity, father and tormentor both forever caught between the extremes of nature and nurture. The way she felt and the way she should go.
Coming back to herself was like a jolt, touching a person had never given her such a strong feeling before. It had sent her to her knees and Amaris was standing over her, there was no regret in her eyes, no sorrow for the pain she had given, only flat understanding and necessity. In her face were those dragons eyes, the desperation was there flickering in the background, twinned with earthshattering control. Only one thought was in her head and it came out of her mouth without conscious intent.
"I'm so sorry"
That brought emotion into those bruise coloured eyes, before the girl turned and ran, Harry reached out a hand and recoiled as if the air around her burned, then she was gone, a silver flash of sadness and desperation.
The other girl, Hermoine was trying to help her to her feet, but she shuffled backwards and pulled herself upwards.
"What did I say?"
Her words clashed with Hermoines.
"What happened?"
Harry it seemed was going to answer for both of them.
"Miriam saw something, Amaris doesn't like sympathy, about anything, she's touchy that way, and this is the wring time of her life for her to get antsy"
She wasn't sure what to say about that, the control in those eyes should have stopped any sort of nervousness or stress, but it seemed that Hermoine had more questions.
"What did you see?"
For a moment she was unsure, what could you tell it was as if she'd peered in and seen the girls soul. But perhaps these two could clear up the tangled vision, she'd never been able to tell anyone before, but these people knew, knew and believed.
"I saw a dragon, with her eyes, and a boy with white hair, and a man with, red eyes, although the first and the last seem pretty much impossible"
She shuddered, there had been such despair in the pictures such cold controlled pain. Harry was nodding though as if what she said made sense.
"That's all right, Ama is the dragon, it's a long and mixed up story, the boy is Draco, who is probably going to get more of a telling off than I did when he gets his butt back here. The man with the nice glowing eyes is Ama's father, wonderful man, goes by the name of Lord Voldemort"
Cocking her head to one side she thought on what he had told her.
"This Draco, what……"
"Do I hear my name being taken in vain?"
A flash in Harry's eyes like fury and she looked over her shoulder to see a boy coming down the hill from the school. Not a boy, the boy. He was dressed in the same wizards robes as Hermoine but there was something about the cut of them that said not only had they been made for him but were very , very expensive. His hair was indeed white blonde it didn't even have that old ivory shade that most people with hair that colour possessed, it was like snow under sunlight.
It was the eyes though that stopped her mid thought, they were wary and watchful and not at all the burning silver of her vision, they were more a tarnished pewter like a goblet that she'd seen once in a museum and under the layer of studied arrogance was a sort of brooding pain. Their eyes she realised, despite the difference in colour were very much alike.
"Mmmm silence, wonderful way to greet someone who's had the hellish time I've had since I left"
"you've had a hellish time, Malfoy I'm going….."
Hermoine was cut off rather suddenly when Harry glared at her but not before the boys eyes had flashed murder, to her surprise he turned to her.
"Another lamb to the slaughter?"
She recognised the deep sarcasm in his tone and a smile crept into her eyes.
"One of the Hogwarts waifs and strays?"
The corner of his mouth curled up but there was no real amusement in his eyes, they looked almost two dimensional.
"Only by connection my dear"
The endearment was obviously copied from someone, the drawl wasn't quite his sarcasm, it was Hermoine that identified it.
"A few weeks with your family and you even sound like your father"
Pain, so quickly smothered that if she hadn't been looking right at him she would have missed it completely. He didn't retaliate, he simply made a bow she'd seen once in the fencing championships on late night sky sports, it said, you've hit me, but I'm not down yet. She decided that perhaps now could be the best time to jump in to keep the peace.
"I'm Miriam Salezer, and you are"
There was sheer appreciation written in those grey eyes as he turned.
"My my, a mannered Muggle"
Defensiveness, she understood that, but it seemed that whatever he had said was meant to be an insult, not to her but the other two who would have missed the sly wink of long lashed eyes that he sent her way. Their hissed intakes of breath were audible but he was still speaking.
"I'm Draco Malfoy, and you, Miriam, must be the reason that Amaris is so very upset"
Then she saw why Harry had been trying to make Hermoine tread carefully, his eyes were deadly dangerous and a sudden flash of vision caught her, fate seemed to surround these people in swirls. He and Amaris seemed almost intertwined, not two people but one.
"She didn't do it on purpose Draco"
That was Harry, trying to calm the tension that was prickling the air like the onset of a thunderstorm, but Draco wasn't listening he was watching her with half lidded eyes, like a poisonous snake caught between striking and letting you move on, and possibly getting you from behind.
Suddenly the tension drained off, his muscles all relaxed and his eyes opened up, it was the sort of control she had always envied, effortless and deep, she suspected he had been on the killing edge a second ago but now he looked as if he was ready to sip sangrias on a Mexican beach.
"Of course not, Amaris is tenser than my mother on family portrait day, one person couldn't have done that. My apologies , I'm just a little, sensitive where Amaris is concerned"
The word 'Ditto' was hovering on the edge of her tongue when Hermoine obviously decided that enough was enough and she was going to have her say.
"You are perhaps the most insensitive person I know, Draco Malfoy, Ama has been eating herself raw these last couple of weeks because her birthday is coming up fast and you weren't here!"
He blinked a few times in seeming confusion before gathering himself together.
"I've missed eight of Amaris's birthdays Hermoine, I'm sure one more wouldn't have bothered her that much"
Harry, it seemed, was doomed to make astute observations.
"You don't know"
Suddenly tension was back in Draco's muscles as if it had never been gone, and his eyes were rapidly turning into boiling lead when a voice spoke from behind them.
"No he doesn't know, and I would like to explain it myself if you don't mind"
Amaris was back, she looked over her shoulder to see her leaning against a man, she met the worried gaze and all but lost herself to an inrush of visions, for they were the eyes from her dreams.
She didn't even have time to flinch before Amaris's hand touched her, the vision was instantaneous. A black dragon rampant against the full moon looking at her with feral desperate eyes, the same dragon bloodied and close to defeat keening over and over a sudden face, a white blonde boy, fine boned face and liquid sliver eyes the feeling of love and despair. And then that face, flickering red eyes and the scent of familiarity, father and tormentor both forever caught between the extremes of nature and nurture. The way she felt and the way she should go.
Coming back to herself was like a jolt, touching a person had never given her such a strong feeling before. It had sent her to her knees and Amaris was standing over her, there was no regret in her eyes, no sorrow for the pain she had given, only flat understanding and necessity. In her face were those dragons eyes, the desperation was there flickering in the background, twinned with earthshattering control. Only one thought was in her head and it came out of her mouth without conscious intent.
"I'm so sorry"
That brought emotion into those bruise coloured eyes, before the girl turned and ran, Harry reached out a hand and recoiled as if the air around her burned, then she was gone, a silver flash of sadness and desperation.
The other girl, Hermoine was trying to help her to her feet, but she shuffled backwards and pulled herself upwards.
"What did I say?"
Her words clashed with Hermoines.
"What happened?"
Harry it seemed was going to answer for both of them.
"Miriam saw something, Amaris doesn't like sympathy, about anything, she's touchy that way, and this is the wring time of her life for her to get antsy"
She wasn't sure what to say about that, the control in those eyes should have stopped any sort of nervousness or stress, but it seemed that Hermoine had more questions.
"What did you see?"
For a moment she was unsure, what could you tell it was as if she'd peered in and seen the girls soul. But perhaps these two could clear up the tangled vision, she'd never been able to tell anyone before, but these people knew, knew and believed.
"I saw a dragon, with her eyes, and a boy with white hair, and a man with, red eyes, although the first and the last seem pretty much impossible"
She shuddered, there had been such despair in the pictures such cold controlled pain. Harry was nodding though as if what she said made sense.
"That's all right, Ama is the dragon, it's a long and mixed up story, the boy is Draco, who is probably going to get more of a telling off than I did when he gets his butt back here. The man with the nice glowing eyes is Ama's father, wonderful man, goes by the name of Lord Voldemort"
Cocking her head to one side she thought on what he had told her.
"This Draco, what……"
"Do I hear my name being taken in vain?"
A flash in Harry's eyes like fury and she looked over her shoulder to see a boy coming down the hill from the school. Not a boy, the boy. He was dressed in the same wizards robes as Hermoine but there was something about the cut of them that said not only had they been made for him but were very , very expensive. His hair was indeed white blonde it didn't even have that old ivory shade that most people with hair that colour possessed, it was like snow under sunlight.
It was the eyes though that stopped her mid thought, they were wary and watchful and not at all the burning silver of her vision, they were more a tarnished pewter like a goblet that she'd seen once in a museum and under the layer of studied arrogance was a sort of brooding pain. Their eyes she realised, despite the difference in colour were very much alike.
"Mmmm silence, wonderful way to greet someone who's had the hellish time I've had since I left"
"you've had a hellish time, Malfoy I'm going….."
Hermoine was cut off rather suddenly when Harry glared at her but not before the boys eyes had flashed murder, to her surprise he turned to her.
"Another lamb to the slaughter?"
She recognised the deep sarcasm in his tone and a smile crept into her eyes.
"One of the Hogwarts waifs and strays?"
The corner of his mouth curled up but there was no real amusement in his eyes, they looked almost two dimensional.
"Only by connection my dear"
The endearment was obviously copied from someone, the drawl wasn't quite his sarcasm, it was Hermoine that identified it.
"A few weeks with your family and you even sound like your father"
Pain, so quickly smothered that if she hadn't been looking right at him she would have missed it completely. He didn't retaliate, he simply made a bow she'd seen once in the fencing championships on late night sky sports, it said, you've hit me, but I'm not down yet. She decided that perhaps now could be the best time to jump in to keep the peace.
"I'm Miriam Salezer, and you are"
There was sheer appreciation written in those grey eyes as he turned.
"My my, a mannered Muggle"
Defensiveness, she understood that, but it seemed that whatever he had said was meant to be an insult, not to her but the other two who would have missed the sly wink of long lashed eyes that he sent her way. Their hissed intakes of breath were audible but he was still speaking.
"I'm Draco Malfoy, and you, Miriam, must be the reason that Amaris is so very upset"
Then she saw why Harry had been trying to make Hermoine tread carefully, his eyes were deadly dangerous and a sudden flash of vision caught her, fate seemed to surround these people in swirls. He and Amaris seemed almost intertwined, not two people but one.
"She didn't do it on purpose Draco"
That was Harry, trying to calm the tension that was prickling the air like the onset of a thunderstorm, but Draco wasn't listening he was watching her with half lidded eyes, like a poisonous snake caught between striking and letting you move on, and possibly getting you from behind.
Suddenly the tension drained off, his muscles all relaxed and his eyes opened up, it was the sort of control she had always envied, effortless and deep, she suspected he had been on the killing edge a second ago but now he looked as if he was ready to sip sangrias on a Mexican beach.
"Of course not, Amaris is tenser than my mother on family portrait day, one person couldn't have done that. My apologies , I'm just a little, sensitive where Amaris is concerned"
The word 'Ditto' was hovering on the edge of her tongue when Hermoine obviously decided that enough was enough and she was going to have her say.
"You are perhaps the most insensitive person I know, Draco Malfoy, Ama has been eating herself raw these last couple of weeks because her birthday is coming up fast and you weren't here!"
He blinked a few times in seeming confusion before gathering himself together.
"I've missed eight of Amaris's birthdays Hermoine, I'm sure one more wouldn't have bothered her that much"
Harry, it seemed, was doomed to make astute observations.
"You don't know"
Suddenly tension was back in Draco's muscles as if it had never been gone, and his eyes were rapidly turning into boiling lead when a voice spoke from behind them.
"No he doesn't know, and I would like to explain it myself if you don't mind"
Amaris was back, she looked over her shoulder to see her leaning against a man, she met the worried gaze and all but lost herself to an inrush of visions, for they were the eyes from her dreams.