Christmas Can Bring Out The Best in People
Chapter Three: The Future
Draco was frozen with fear at these words. "Come on, Draco," Hermione said, "It's time to go back." She grabbed his hand and held the orb, concentrating on their own time. In a fraction of a second, they were back.
"Father- Father is a Death Eater," Draco said, chocking on the words, as he tried to say them.
"I know it was hard, but you had to see that, Draco," Hermione said.
"I will never become one of them," Draco spat out, "I will never become a Death Eater, and I'm never going over to the Dark Side! I WILL NOT BECOME A BLOODY SERVANT!!" Draco screamed out the last sentace.
"And if you keep up like this you will only move farther away from your father, but not for bad reasons," Hermione said. And she at that she left, because Draco's scream had aroused several Slytherins who had just appeared in the common room.
*~*
Hermione arrived in Gryfindor common room ten minutes later, where she found Harry and Alacia sitting by the fire. She walked over to the two of them.
"Harry what's wrong," she said, noticing that he looked extremely grave.
"We've just been to see Ron, and he's worse. He can't even sit up anymore," Harry said.
"I just hope everything we do has some effect on Draco," Alacia said, "How did things go for you, Hermione."
"Fine, he didn't expect a thing," Hermione said, "He did get rather choked when I showed him what was going on at the Manor this Christmas,"
"Yeah, well, I can't blame him," Harry said.
"Here's the orb, Harry," Hermione said, handing it to him.
"Thanks Hermione, I just hope things go as well for me as they did for you."
*~*
Harry proceeded down to the Slytherin common room late that night. He was completely hidden under a black, hooded cloak, of course with the orb on the chain around his neck. He found Draco sitting on the couch, finishing his homework. He looked up at the hooded figure in front of him.
"Who are you?" he asked.
"I cannot tell you, but I can assure you I am not Voldemort. I am a friend of your sister, and I have to show you something. Give me your hand." Draco took the hand that Harry had extended, and Harry gripped the orb in his other hand, and they were transported through time.
They arrived outside the Burrow. Harry lead Draco inside, the Weaslys were sitting on the floor in the living room. Harry turned to Draco.
"You are nothing more than a bystander. You cannot speak to these people, nor can these people hear you, or see you." Draco didn't speak, because Mrs. Weasly had started to talk to Bill.
"Your father isn't home yet, is he?"
"No, he isn't. I expect he's still out. But he has a lot of things to do now, doesn't he."
"Yes I know, Bill," Mrs. Weasly said, solemnly. Draco found his throat again. He turned to Harry.
"Where is Ron?" he asked. Harry pointed up the stairs. Draco walked up the long winding staircase, Harry behind him. Draco lead the way up the familiar path to Rons room. But Ron wasn't there lying on his bed. When they got up there, Draco let out a scream.
"A casket!" Draco had lost his throat again, the same way he had the night before, in the Manor. Suddenly steps could be heard on the stairs. Harry pulled Draco out of the doorway, as all eight Weasly followed closely by Harry, Hermione and Alacia arived in Ron's bedroom. Harry and Draco watched as Harry, Hermione and Alacia, who had apparently not yet seen it was true, let out their reactions. Steady tears ran down Hermione's face, and Alacia was crying just as much. Harry's voice had become very choked, the same way Draco's had.
"When did it happen?" Harry asked as a single tear ran down his face. Alacia walked over and put her arm around him.
"Just last night," Mrs. Weasly said, "I just wish he could have spent one more Christmas with us, he held on so long..." her voice trailed away. Draco seemed to be frozen. Harry grabbed his hand, and the orb, and they went to their last destination.
*~*
Harry and Draco had arrived in a graveyard. There was a circle of people standing in the graveyard, in a circle. All were wearing black hooded cloaks and masks. Draco seemed to know instantly who they were.
"Death Eaters," he said. Suddenly one of the men fell out from the circle. He looked like he had been pushed in by the other Death Eaters. He also looked like he was only nineteen. Then the Death Eater spoke.
"Please, My Lord, you know I am faithful, please, please I beg you."
"You were caught passing information to a supporter of Dumbledore. However I do know of you faithfulness, since the first day you joined us you support has never wavered."
"Oh thank you, you are merciful--"
"However your actions will not go unpunished," Voldemort raised his wand, "Crucio." Screams rent the graveyard. Then Voldemort lowered his wand. The Death Eater was still on the ground, and Voldemort was still speaking.
"Now I want all the Death Eaters to see who among them has betrayed them." Now Draco turned to Harry.
"Wait, before I see who this Death Eater is, tell me, is this the definite future, or just a possibility?"
"It is the probable future, but it is not written in stone," Harry said, "If things change, so can the future." Draco turned to look back at Death Eater on the ground. He had unmasked himself. He had a pale, pointed snearing face, cold gray eyes, and silvery blond hair.
Voldemort's cold, high voice spoke again, "Draco Malfoy, was caught passing information to a supportet of Dumbledore."
Draco was frozen, with fear. This was his future, to become a Death Eater. He stood there until the person standing next to him grabbed his hand, and together they returned to his own time.
*~*
The two of them stood in Slytherin common room. Draco seemed to be frozen with fear, and Harry didn't blame him. Finally Draco moved. He walked over to the table on which is homework was still clutered. He went over to his bag and began to search through it.
"What are you looking for?" Harry asked.
"An order form, I need to get that potion for Ron," he said taking out the form, and searching it, "because I won't let the future become that bleak. I refuse to exept that my future is to become a Death Eater, and Ron's future, he's a good kid, and a good friend, he deserves one. So, you never answered my first question." he folded up the form and looked at Harry.
"And what was that?"
"Who are you?" Harry laughed, and let his hood fall from his head.
"I should have known, Harry," he said, "and I guess the girl that came was Hermione."
"Yeah, and why are you suddenly using our first names?" Harry asked.
"If I'm going to start fresh, I better start now," he said simply, "I'm going up to the owlry to send this, I suggest you leave before someone like Pansy comes down to see where I am." Harry walked toward the whole in the wall that had opened at Draco's touch. Before he left Harry held out his hand.
"Friends?"
"Friends,"Draco said, as he shook it.
*~*
The next day, Christmas morning, Draco hurried up to the hospital wing. He knew what he would find there. Harry had told him at breakfast that he was going to tell Ron what had happened. He arrived outside the hospital wing and ran inside. He stopped just short of Mr. Weasly.
"I - have - the - potion," he panted, holding out the bottle to Mr. Weaslys. Mr. Weaslys looked Draco up and down.
"How do we know we can trust you, I mean, you are a Malfoy," he said
"And so am I," Alacia said, "you trust me, don't you." Mr. Weasly looked at Alacia. "You can't judge us on our father."
"You can trust them, Dad." Everyone turned around as Ron spoke.
"Ron, you don't know what you're saying," Fred said.
"He's delusional," George added.
"No, I'm not."
"Then my I ask why you trust him," Bill asked.
"Because Harry trusts him." Everyone turned toward Harry now.
"Mr. Weasly, do you really have a choice?" Harry asked. Mr. Weasly looked at Draco, then to Alacia, and finally to Ron. He handed Ron the bottle of potion.
"You need to drink all of that Ron," he said. Ron took the little bottle and drained it in one swallow. Instantly, his face became less pale, and his eyes had the same, vibrant hue they had before he had gotton sick.
"Thank you, Draco."
"I notice you're using my first name."
"I already told you, I trust you."
*~*
That night at the Christmas Ball, Dumbledore stood up and all the students fell silent. "I have a student here who wishes to say a few words to you all. Ron, if you will come up here please." Ron rose from the table he had been sitting at with Harry, Alacia, Hermione and Draco. He hadn't had enough energy to dance, but he had managed to get down to the ball.
Ron stood up in front of the High Table. "Over the past month, I was very sick. I know many people were worried about me. But I had exected the fact I knew I would eventually die from the disease I had. But then I found a friend in the last place I ever thought I would. Thank you Draco. And God Bless us, everyone!"
A/N: Well what did you think. Please Read and Review, a good review would just make my day!
Disclaimer: Just to say this again. I own nothing here except Alacia. The other characters belong to J.K. Rowling and the plot belongs (err...belonged, he is dead now) to Charles Dickens.
Chapter Three: The Future
Draco was frozen with fear at these words. "Come on, Draco," Hermione said, "It's time to go back." She grabbed his hand and held the orb, concentrating on their own time. In a fraction of a second, they were back.
"Father- Father is a Death Eater," Draco said, chocking on the words, as he tried to say them.
"I know it was hard, but you had to see that, Draco," Hermione said.
"I will never become one of them," Draco spat out, "I will never become a Death Eater, and I'm never going over to the Dark Side! I WILL NOT BECOME A BLOODY SERVANT!!" Draco screamed out the last sentace.
"And if you keep up like this you will only move farther away from your father, but not for bad reasons," Hermione said. And she at that she left, because Draco's scream had aroused several Slytherins who had just appeared in the common room.
*~*
Hermione arrived in Gryfindor common room ten minutes later, where she found Harry and Alacia sitting by the fire. She walked over to the two of them.
"Harry what's wrong," she said, noticing that he looked extremely grave.
"We've just been to see Ron, and he's worse. He can't even sit up anymore," Harry said.
"I just hope everything we do has some effect on Draco," Alacia said, "How did things go for you, Hermione."
"Fine, he didn't expect a thing," Hermione said, "He did get rather choked when I showed him what was going on at the Manor this Christmas,"
"Yeah, well, I can't blame him," Harry said.
"Here's the orb, Harry," Hermione said, handing it to him.
"Thanks Hermione, I just hope things go as well for me as they did for you."
*~*
Harry proceeded down to the Slytherin common room late that night. He was completely hidden under a black, hooded cloak, of course with the orb on the chain around his neck. He found Draco sitting on the couch, finishing his homework. He looked up at the hooded figure in front of him.
"Who are you?" he asked.
"I cannot tell you, but I can assure you I am not Voldemort. I am a friend of your sister, and I have to show you something. Give me your hand." Draco took the hand that Harry had extended, and Harry gripped the orb in his other hand, and they were transported through time.
They arrived outside the Burrow. Harry lead Draco inside, the Weaslys were sitting on the floor in the living room. Harry turned to Draco.
"You are nothing more than a bystander. You cannot speak to these people, nor can these people hear you, or see you." Draco didn't speak, because Mrs. Weasly had started to talk to Bill.
"Your father isn't home yet, is he?"
"No, he isn't. I expect he's still out. But he has a lot of things to do now, doesn't he."
"Yes I know, Bill," Mrs. Weasly said, solemnly. Draco found his throat again. He turned to Harry.
"Where is Ron?" he asked. Harry pointed up the stairs. Draco walked up the long winding staircase, Harry behind him. Draco lead the way up the familiar path to Rons room. But Ron wasn't there lying on his bed. When they got up there, Draco let out a scream.
"A casket!" Draco had lost his throat again, the same way he had the night before, in the Manor. Suddenly steps could be heard on the stairs. Harry pulled Draco out of the doorway, as all eight Weasly followed closely by Harry, Hermione and Alacia arived in Ron's bedroom. Harry and Draco watched as Harry, Hermione and Alacia, who had apparently not yet seen it was true, let out their reactions. Steady tears ran down Hermione's face, and Alacia was crying just as much. Harry's voice had become very choked, the same way Draco's had.
"When did it happen?" Harry asked as a single tear ran down his face. Alacia walked over and put her arm around him.
"Just last night," Mrs. Weasly said, "I just wish he could have spent one more Christmas with us, he held on so long..." her voice trailed away. Draco seemed to be frozen. Harry grabbed his hand, and the orb, and they went to their last destination.
*~*
Harry and Draco had arrived in a graveyard. There was a circle of people standing in the graveyard, in a circle. All were wearing black hooded cloaks and masks. Draco seemed to know instantly who they were.
"Death Eaters," he said. Suddenly one of the men fell out from the circle. He looked like he had been pushed in by the other Death Eaters. He also looked like he was only nineteen. Then the Death Eater spoke.
"Please, My Lord, you know I am faithful, please, please I beg you."
"You were caught passing information to a supporter of Dumbledore. However I do know of you faithfulness, since the first day you joined us you support has never wavered."
"Oh thank you, you are merciful--"
"However your actions will not go unpunished," Voldemort raised his wand, "Crucio." Screams rent the graveyard. Then Voldemort lowered his wand. The Death Eater was still on the ground, and Voldemort was still speaking.
"Now I want all the Death Eaters to see who among them has betrayed them." Now Draco turned to Harry.
"Wait, before I see who this Death Eater is, tell me, is this the definite future, or just a possibility?"
"It is the probable future, but it is not written in stone," Harry said, "If things change, so can the future." Draco turned to look back at Death Eater on the ground. He had unmasked himself. He had a pale, pointed snearing face, cold gray eyes, and silvery blond hair.
Voldemort's cold, high voice spoke again, "Draco Malfoy, was caught passing information to a supportet of Dumbledore."
Draco was frozen, with fear. This was his future, to become a Death Eater. He stood there until the person standing next to him grabbed his hand, and together they returned to his own time.
*~*
The two of them stood in Slytherin common room. Draco seemed to be frozen with fear, and Harry didn't blame him. Finally Draco moved. He walked over to the table on which is homework was still clutered. He went over to his bag and began to search through it.
"What are you looking for?" Harry asked.
"An order form, I need to get that potion for Ron," he said taking out the form, and searching it, "because I won't let the future become that bleak. I refuse to exept that my future is to become a Death Eater, and Ron's future, he's a good kid, and a good friend, he deserves one. So, you never answered my first question." he folded up the form and looked at Harry.
"And what was that?"
"Who are you?" Harry laughed, and let his hood fall from his head.
"I should have known, Harry," he said, "and I guess the girl that came was Hermione."
"Yeah, and why are you suddenly using our first names?" Harry asked.
"If I'm going to start fresh, I better start now," he said simply, "I'm going up to the owlry to send this, I suggest you leave before someone like Pansy comes down to see where I am." Harry walked toward the whole in the wall that had opened at Draco's touch. Before he left Harry held out his hand.
"Friends?"
"Friends,"Draco said, as he shook it.
*~*
The next day, Christmas morning, Draco hurried up to the hospital wing. He knew what he would find there. Harry had told him at breakfast that he was going to tell Ron what had happened. He arrived outside the hospital wing and ran inside. He stopped just short of Mr. Weasly.
"I - have - the - potion," he panted, holding out the bottle to Mr. Weaslys. Mr. Weaslys looked Draco up and down.
"How do we know we can trust you, I mean, you are a Malfoy," he said
"And so am I," Alacia said, "you trust me, don't you." Mr. Weasly looked at Alacia. "You can't judge us on our father."
"You can trust them, Dad." Everyone turned around as Ron spoke.
"Ron, you don't know what you're saying," Fred said.
"He's delusional," George added.
"No, I'm not."
"Then my I ask why you trust him," Bill asked.
"Because Harry trusts him." Everyone turned toward Harry now.
"Mr. Weasly, do you really have a choice?" Harry asked. Mr. Weasly looked at Draco, then to Alacia, and finally to Ron. He handed Ron the bottle of potion.
"You need to drink all of that Ron," he said. Ron took the little bottle and drained it in one swallow. Instantly, his face became less pale, and his eyes had the same, vibrant hue they had before he had gotton sick.
"Thank you, Draco."
"I notice you're using my first name."
"I already told you, I trust you."
*~*
That night at the Christmas Ball, Dumbledore stood up and all the students fell silent. "I have a student here who wishes to say a few words to you all. Ron, if you will come up here please." Ron rose from the table he had been sitting at with Harry, Alacia, Hermione and Draco. He hadn't had enough energy to dance, but he had managed to get down to the ball.
Ron stood up in front of the High Table. "Over the past month, I was very sick. I know many people were worried about me. But I had exected the fact I knew I would eventually die from the disease I had. But then I found a friend in the last place I ever thought I would. Thank you Draco. And God Bless us, everyone!"
A/N: Well what did you think. Please Read and Review, a good review would just make my day!
Disclaimer: Just to say this again. I own nothing here except Alacia. The other characters belong to J.K. Rowling and the plot belongs (err...belonged, he is dead now) to Charles Dickens.
