---Jones Junk Scrap---

The owl named Pakria flew high above the junkyard, searching for Alti's remains. After several minutes, it caught a scent, an aroma of magic and death. It saw a collection of ashes that had an eerily purple glow to it..it swooped down, fluttering above them.
"Whhooo..whoo.."

Suddenly, the ashes stirred, swirling upwards into the air. There was an unearthly moan, a growling of sorts. In seconds, they were sucked into the vial, sort of like a vacuum effect.

As if on cue, Ephiny appeared. She saw the owl holding
the vial of ashes. She pointed at the animal. "You!"

Startled, the creature flapped its wings in anxiety, as it saw the ghost. It flew off into the sky, headed back home.

"Oh, no you don't! You don't get away with the witch's
ashes THAT easily." She jumped up, after the owl..then her form changed. She became a swirl of blue vapor and light, tailing fast after her target. She would not stop until she learned what the flying beast was up to,
as she was prepared to follow it to the other end of the world if she had to. In this case, she would need to do exactly that.


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---Hogwarts---

Malfoy walked in the halls with Crabbe and Goyle.
"Ok, let's get this over with."

Crabbe said, "So, uh..what are we doing again? Looking
for a spook?"

Malfoy nodded. "Right. But I wouldn't call her that if I were you. We have to find Alti. My mother said she would be somewhere on the school grounds."

Goyle asked, "Where?"

Malfoy shrugged. "She wasn't quite clear on that. I suppose she expects me to know everything. I *do* know everything of course..but a few hints would be nice. *Women*.." He shook his head. "Let's try calling her. Alti! ALTI!!"

Suddenly, Peeves flew through the wall. "Ohh, someone shouting! Oh no, you're near a library! Filch won't be happy. No, no.."

Goyle said, "Where's Alti?"

The ghost shrinked back towards the wall he came from. "No! Oh my..please, *no*! Not her!"

Malfoy said, "We just want to talk to her. Tell us where to find her, or I'll get the Bloody Baron-"

"Go ahead! The Baron would be *nothing* compared to her!" He paced around the room, shaking.

Malfoy glanced at his pals, then at Peeves. He had to admit, this Alti character must have gave the ghost quite a big fright. "Yell me! Where is this bloody skank?!"

A voice behind them snarled, "Now, now. Children should know better than to run their mouth.."

All four of them whirled around, seeing a woman in dark leather. *Alti*.

Malfoy stammered, "Uh..I-I thought-"

"Enough!" Alti glared at him, staring into the kid's eyes.

Malfoy winced, feeling a sharp pain..a memory was coming to him.

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[Quidditch. Several years ago. Draco had been watching the match, making comments about the Weasley family.

Ron leaped at him, tackling g him, throwing punches to Malfoy's face.]

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Malfoy was knocked back. his face lurched to the side, then he fell back, and felt another punch.
"Agghh! What.." He was sent reeling farther, his back hitting the wall behind him.

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[Malfoy was on a broom, flying after the Golden Snitch. Just then a bludger had hit him from behind.]

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"AARRGHHH!!!!" He was doubled over, down on all fours. He felt pain in his backside, his head was ringing. "What..what's going on?" As he remembered another attack from Ron, he was again flung upwards, as if he was uppercutted.

Alti smirked. "Pain from your past. You should not have insulted me. But enough games..now, prepare to be beaten by your future!"

Crabbe and Goyle stood against the wall, looking away. Trying very hard not to do anything to anger the evil spirit.

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[Malfoy was older now, about several months to a year. He pointed a wand at Harry, but an unknown teacher cast a spell on him. He changed into a ferret..several minutes later, Snape ordered the teacher to change him back.]

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He keeled over, holding himself. He felt as if he was out of breath, as if he was literally gasping for air, wheezing heavily. "Oh God..no more, please.."

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[Three years later. Malfoy was met by a fist from Harry, obviously for some remark about his parents. "Agh!"

Ron joined in, kicking him hard in the crotch, then backhanded him across the face. "Come on! Call me a Mudblood lover! Say it!" He kicked him in the gut.

Harry said, "I've had enough of your crap, Malfoy!" He pounds on his back, and when he goes down, throws another kick to the ribs..]

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Malfoy had no idea what he would do in the future to provoke the Gryffindors, but it didn't matter. It still hurt. His faced was hit again, nearly disorienting him. He felt another pain in his groin.. he sank to his knees. He felt a hand across his face, then his ribs felt the impact. "Oh God..please.." He gasped, feeling more pain as he spoke. He couldn't understand it. how could he feel so much pain in his life, all in one moment?

Alti caught his confused expression. "I have the power to make you relive pain from your past! And as you know by now, your future as well. Should I take you to the time of your death? Hmm.."

"No!" He reached out his hand to her. "I was told to meet you!"

"What?" Alti was caught by surprise. "What do you mean? Who are you, child? Who sent you?!"

Malfoy slowly got to his feet, as Crabbe and Goyle helped him up. "My father sent me..Lucius Malfoy. I am his only son. Draco Malfoy."

Alti laughed. "And..this is supposed to mean something to me?"

"Yes. My father is a servant of You-Know-Who. The Dark One."

A look of recognition came over her. "Ahhh. So, Daddy sent you all the way here to find me. I'm flattered."

"My mother told me to inform you that the preparations are nearly complete. They're getting the supplies, the herbs and potions, everything they need to do the spell that will bring you back."

She smiled. "Yes. This *is* good news."

"They say that you should meet them soon, since they need your spirit
to complete the spell."

"I know this."

"You can find them at Malfoy Manor. It's in England, on the outskirts of London. They will be waiting for you in the basement."

"Oh, I'll be there. A pity you didn't introduce yourself sooner. you could have saved yourself a *lifetime* of pain." she chuckled at her cruel joke.

"I tried! I was about to speak..but you.."

The shamaness shrugged, as if it were not a big deal. "Ah, well. At least you learned a lesson about the extent of my powers. And that was just a small taste of it. Perhaps next time, you will be careful what you say to those who have joined your side. Hmm..you should only insult your enemies, like..the mudblood, the girl and her friends."

He nodded quickly, "How..oh! Yes! Right, I know.."

"Very well. you may go now." She floated closer to him, her hand going towards him. "You've been very helpful with this information. I'm pleased. Such a good job you have done for me, I could just *strangle* you.." She put her hand around his throat, but it simply passed through him. "*Dammit*!"

He yelled, running away from her. "What?!"

"Relax, kid. It was a joke. Now that you've done your part, run along. I will meet your parents soon." She ran into the wall, floating through it.

Crabbe said, "We oughta get going. You okay?"

Malfoy glared at him. "Sure! I'm just *fine*..no thanks to you two!"


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Draco Malfoy walked into the field near Hagrid's hut, limping along towards his slytherin classmates helped along by Crabbe and Goyle. He saw that Gryffindor students were present as well.

Harry whispered to Ron, "What..guys, what the Hell happened to him?"

Ron shook his head. "Don't know. looks like someone gave him a good beating. I bet he was asking for it, too."

Hagrid said to Malfoy and his gang, "Ahh..so glad ta see yer could make it, boys. Are you injured?"

Malfoy shrugged. "Family business..you know. sorry I'm late."

The giant nodded, surprised. "Of course. Ahh..sure, don't let yerself be late from now on. By the way..I've been meanin' ta speak with ya."

Malfoy asked, "Really? About what?"

He removed a pouch from his large coat and walked over to him. "Take this. Yer father wants to give it to him. I don't know what the Hell he wants it fer, and I'm not sure I even *want* to know. Just take it."

The boy took it. "Anything else?"

"Yeah. He wants yer ta meet him in yer tower."

"I'll be there."

Harry, Ron, and Hermione watched the exchange with surprise. Harry said, "I wonder what's going on now?"

Hermione agreed, "Good question. He's been acting weird lately."

Hagrid walked to his hut. "Ok, everyone. Time fer class, Care of Magical Creatures. Today, we'll study about what to do if yer find a wounded griffin."

Malfoy laughed, "Oh, I know this one! You, uh..put the poor sap out of its misery?"

Harry gave him a hard stare, as he knew what the creep was implying. "Shut up..you should only be so lucky!"

Malfoy said smugly, "Oh, you'd be surprised at how close I came to that earlier!" He covered his mouth, realizing his mistake. "Er.. nevermind."

Ron glanced at Malfoy with a funny expression.
"What..what do you *mean*? Earlier?"

"Nothing! Nothing at all." He tried to appear innocent. "*Nothing* happened."

Harry nodded smugly. "Uh-huh..ok, sure." He let the subject drop, following Hagrid through the forest area..