* Draco's Angel II: Amor Aeturna *
* Chapter 2: In the Dark of the Night *
* By Cyber Gal *
Everybody's got something, they had to leave behind,
One regret from
yesterday, that just seems to grow with time,
There's no use looking back, oh
wondering,
How it could be now, oh might have been,
Oh this I know, but still I
can't find ways to let you go.
I never had a dream come true
Till the day
that I found you
Even though I pretend that I've moved on
You'll always be
my baby,
I never found the words to say
You're the one I think about each
day
And I know no matter where life takes me to
A part of me will always
be with you.
-S Club 7, Never Had A Dream Come True
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A woman sat in the corner of her small house watching her son sleep and nervously biting her once beautiful but now crooked and ugly nails. She looked stressed, and her once shining beauty had been forgotten, for no longer did she care about her appearance. The past couple weeks had been hell for her, and all hopes of a peaceful and happy family had all been washed away. No longer did she dream about the perfect family that her and her husband would soon have and the many children that they would grow old together watching. But instead, she had nightmares about the realization that things had taken a turn for the worse. Her husband had been gone for the past week, with no word or trace of where he was. And that damned box, the small box that had started it all, was gone too. She knew that her husband had taken it wit him, she was sure of it. He never let the thing out of his sight; everywhere he went, so did the box. Although she didn't know much about it, she assumed her husband was in great danger, as Salazar Slytherin was after the box and would stop at nothing to get his hands on it. She had told her husband time after time to forget about the box, and let some one else take over, but he wouldn't listen. He barely ever spoke to her anymore.
The woman jumped at a loud banging on the door; nearly knocking over the table at which she sat. She hurriedly ran from her seat, praying it was him.
"Nathan!" she cried as a tall man staggered forward covered in cuts and bruises. "What happened to you?" she asked cradling her husband's face in her hands and escorting him over to a chair.
"L-lock the, the door," Nathan replied barely audible. She nodded and ran to the door, locking it as quick as possible trying to hold back the tears that where welling up in her eyes. "Salazar Slyhterin," Nathan said trying to catch his breath. "He's-he's…after the box-I tried to stop him,"
"Nathan, don't try and speak. You must rest," the woman replied trying to comfort her husband. "You can tell me all of this in the morning."
"No!" he yelled back at her standing up and heading towards the door. "I need to go back right now. If he gets to the source then-"
"Where are you going?" the woman cried pleading with her husband. "Nathan please stop. You're scaring me."
"Inside the box. I've got to go," he repeated. "The fate of the world lies within this box."
"You can't go!" the woman begged confused. "You're in a horrible condition! You'll get yourself killed, Nathan!"
"I have to go. I have no other choice," he replied sternly.
"What about me? What about your son? He barely ever gets to see you anymore," the woman cried, wiping away her tears.
"I'll make it up to him, and you," Nathan answered picking up his small box and heading towards the door.
"What if you don't come back?" she cried again unable to look her husband in the eye. He paused at the door for a moment, finally realizing what his responsibility of keeping the box was doing to his family, the pride and joy of his life. But with one final look at his wife and his son, he headed through the door, not knowing that that would be the last time he would ever pass through that door again.
Draco sat up straight in his bed, sweating horribly. It was the same type of dream as before, but in this one he could actually feel the two people's emotions. He had felt the woman's sadness and her anger, and he had felt the man's pain. He had felt close to the two, as if tied into them somehow. Both dreams had felt so real.
When his eyes had finally adjusted to the darkness, he saw a glimmer of sliver shining from across the room. Of course, it had been the stupid box, the box that had been the reason for his nightmares. As he stared at the odd box, Draco got the sudden feeling the he wasn't alone in the room. There, in front of him, he could just barely see the outline of a girl, but who's face was hidden by the darkness of the room.
"Hermione?" Draco whispered.
"Not quite," The woman answered with a familiar voice. As Draco reached over to turn his light on, he felt a cold hand clamp around his wrist.
"Don't do that," the woman muttered silently. "Follow me. I'll take you to a place where we can talk."
"Wait a minute. Who are you?" Draco hissed trying to pry his hand free from the woman's tight grasp.
"My name is Ariel Malfoy."
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"You're the girl from my dreams," Draco replied once she had stopped walking. "You're a Malfoy?"
"Originally, no. My maiden name is Rivers. But I married Nathan, and became one," Ariel answered talking very fast. "I would be your great-great-great-great-grandmother."
"Wow, you look good for your age," Draco replied.
"Well there's where you're wrong. Let me explain. That box you have, it's very important. My husband Nathan, he protected it with his life. It was his job. You see, I don't remember much. My memory has pretty much been washed away. But I know that box holds something. It has a power that my husband was trying to protect. Salazar Slytherin was after it himself. My husband went to destroy that power, but he didn't make it. So I went after him. But, I got stuck. When you enter into that box, it preserves you, meaning that you never age. I am now the exact way I was before I entered that box. From here on in my memory is blank. I need your help Draco. You need to finish was my husband started. I was sent here to bring back a Malfoy that would be able to destroy the evil inside that box. Everyone has unfinished business, and this in mine. I've waited and waited for the right Malfoy to come along. Your grandfather Juska was too evil, and so was your father. But you're different Draco. And I need you to help me, please. Lord Voldemort is after that box. Salazar left it for his heir. And I know that if he gets it, something bad will happen. That's why you need to destroy the power, so that no one will be able to use it. Will you help me?
"I'll do what I can," Draco replied not really understanding what was going on. Normally he would have laughed at the woman. But this girl was different. Her story was so convincing, so believing. He couldn't help but say yes.
"Thank you," Ariel replied. "I shall see you again. For now, just keep the box a secret, and guard it. My time is up." And with that, Ariel disappeared into the dark of the night.
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Hermione Granger happily walked down the library aisle browsing for any book that caught her attention. "Draco, would you hold these?" Hermione asked handing him a giant pile of books.
"You're going to read all of these?" Draco asked shocked.
"Of course," Hermione smiled back adding another book to the pile.
"I'll go wait outside," Draco replied sneezing at all the dust coming off of the books. "I can't stand to be in a library for more then five minutes. It's bad for my heath." He added sneezing again.
"I'll only be a couple more minutes," Hermione laughed as all the books in Draco's hands toppled to the ground causing a gigantic cloud of dust. "See you outside." She turned around another corner walking casually down the aisle chuckling to herself. Poor Draco, she thought. I dragged him to the library with me. I bet he'll never want to come again.
Hermione laughed again as she saw another glimpse of him staggering towards the door with the large pile of books in his hands, ready to topple over again. As she continued to walk along, Hermione smiled. She loved being in the library, she always had. Even though this one was a muggle library, she still loved reading all the fictional tales. She could loose herself totally in a book and forget everything going on in the real world. Books were her escape from reality. She could turn to them when times were bad.
A sudden glimpse of redness caught her eye and took her from her thoughts. As Hermione walked closer, she saw a small bright red book tucked tightly into the very bottom shelf. Picking it up carefully and wiping off all the dust she red the title, 'The Beginning of Time: A History of Magic.' Hermione blinked. A library like this wasn't supposed to have books about magic. She opened up the book very slowly, but eager to see what the book was about. The book looked very old, with a yellowish tone to its pages.
The Beginning of Time: A History of Magic, Hermione read. At the beginning of time, when Earth was first young, three forces where made and sent out to rule over the land. A source of Good, a source of Evil, and a source of Equality to retain a balance over the land. Equality was the first to rule, and did it well. The world was at peace. It had its Good and its Evil. But as all good things do, that time of peace wouldn't last long.
Hermione felt a shiver creep down her spine. Hogwarts had never mentioned anything about this before. Making sure that nobody was looking, Hermione quickly slipped the book under her jacket and made her way out of the library to meet Draco.
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Harry Potter sighed rolling over in his bed at the Weasley's house. With Ron's loud snoring, his thoughts of Hermione and the reality of what he had almost done with Voldemort, it was hard for him to get to sleep. Harry had never wanted to join over to Voldemort's side. He hated Voldemort and he loathed everything having to do with him. All he wanted was revenge. To kill Voldemort for what he had done to his parent's and what he had done to his life. But with all the anger inside him, he finally snapped. Harry had to do something, and Voldemort, at the time, had seemed like a good thing to do.
But it wasn't the right thing to do. There was no way in getting out of what he had done. He had turned to the Dark Side, something he never dreamed of doing. Of course, Dumbledore and Sirius made up some excuse to cover it, but the truth was still there, and it would come out some time. And it would always be there to haunt Harry. Voldemort had a very special talent of doing that.
Life hadn't been the same since that day. Dumbledore no longer had that proud look in his eye when he looked at Harry, and he could see how ashamed Sirius looked. Ron was even worse. The two always had so much fun together. But this summer, Harry could tell that Ron was being different. He would always agree with what Harry said, almost as if he was nervous to be around him. It was the same with the rest of the Weasley's too.
Harry hadn't seen Hermione since the whole Voldemort event. He felt horrible not talking with her. Many times he had tried to write her, but it was just too hard to tell her how sorry he was. He loved her, but it was too late to confess his feelings. He had waited too long, and she had fallen for Malfoy. Not having Hermione by his side was a horrible feeling. She meant everything to him but had never noticed it until she was gone.
He sighed again getting up out of bed. What he needed was a good, long walk to take away all the stress. Harry quietly made his way through Ron's bedroom, trying not to make a sound.
"Harry?" came a childish voice.
"Ginny?" Harry whispered turning around.
"Yeah, what are you doing up?" Ginny replied nervously.
"I just needed a walk, that's all," Harry answered. "Care to come?"
"Sure," Ginny said following him outside. "Couldn't sleep either?"
"Yeah, but that's mainly because your brother snores so loud," Harry joked as they walked long outside.
"Ron's been known for that," Ginny replied back shivering in her light nightgown. "Harry are you okay? I mean, you haven't been acting your usual self lately." There was a slight pause as the two walked along.
"I don't know, really. Everything's been so crazy with the whole Voldemort thing," he replied angrily but then as he looked into her deep eyes, softened up a bit. "You're the first one who actually had the guts to ask me that. Everyone's been so afraid of me lately. Even Ron."
"Well I'm not," Ginny replied silently, almost not wanting him to hear.
"Thanks Ginny," Harry replied back giving her a smile. Ginny almost fainted. Being with Harry gave her the shivers. She had loved him ever since the first day she had meat him and her feelings for him had never once wavered. She loved everything about him. It didn't help that the Weasley's were poor either. When all the girls in her class had nice clothes, she was stuck with hand-me-downs. Ginny was a pretty girl, and could be very pretty if only her mother had let her wear a little make-up. But Harry had never seen her then more then Ron's little sister. She had always been too little to do anything. And Ginny hated it.
"I mean really. Thanks Ginny," Harry repeated giving her a hug. Ginny practically died. She had never been this close to Harry before. The butterflies in her stomach were unbelievable. "You've been such a great friend to me. You actually pay attention to the things I say and what I do."
"Oh, your welcome," Ginny replied hardly able to talk.
"I've just had so many things on my mind lately. All I can think about is Voldemort and Hermione."
Ginny frowned. Damn Hermione, she thought. "Arg! What is it with you?" Ginny yelled walked towards the house.
"Wait Ginny! What did I say?" Harry yelled running after her.
"Just leave me alone and go think of Hermione," Ginny sneered entering her house and slamming the door on Harry's face, feeling very, very angry.
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The End (till the next chapter)
While I was desperately writing away at my computer trying to finish this chapter and frantically trying to think of a name for my character, I heard my little sister listening to the song "Part of Your World," from Disney's 'Little Mermaid' and it gave me a great idea to name my character Ariel. So there's the explanation for her name. The rest of the past generations of Malfoy's name's come from the movie 'The Patriot' and some are just made up. The title for this chapter was a song from the movie, Anastasia. The song at the beginning is by S Club 7 and I thought it described the way Harry feels for Hermione. Anyway, I didn't do this in the first chapter but I thought I'd better do it now so I don't get sued or anything like that. All the HP characters belong to the genius J.K. Rowling, except for Ariel, Nathan, Robert, the rest of the past Malfoy generations, and any other new character that I feel the sudden urge to pop into the story. The whole idea about Hogwarts and Lord Voldemort etc. also belongs to J.K. Rowling, but this particular story line is all mine, so please do not copy.
Well, now that we've done that, let's get on to better things. How was this chapter? Sorry that it was a little angsty at the beginning but it really had to be. Although, this story is going to be a lot more serious then the last one, but I do try to put some humor into the story also, just to lighten it up a bit. We heard more from Ariel Malfoy, more dreams, more on Draco and Hermione, more on that odd little box, and more about how Harry's doing and how Ginny really feels. I hope none of this is confusing, but if you do find it so, then just listen up in the next couple chapters. If words are missing the letter 'a' then I'm very sorry but the 'a' button on my keyboard is acting very strange. I've asked this once, but I might as well ask it again. If there are any people that read my story and would like to help me out by drawing a picture from my story, then I would appreciate you SO SO SO SO SO SO much! I draw myself, but it's kind of cartoonish and mostly crappy.
In future chapters: More from the mysterious Ariel Malfoy, more dreams, Draco finds out what's inside the box, Mr. Granger blows his top, and we all go to the burrow!
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