The group met again half an hour later outside the front gates of the
school. In truth they all looked rather humerous bundled up as much as they
were. Dracona looked them over quickly. Each only had a small, or in
Draco's case large, backpack and a broom. Dracona sighed slightly and got
on her broom.
"Come on, our time is short." She took off in the air, pausing only a second for the other three to catch up. Hermione had never been very good on brooms and was having a hell of a time trying to fly in the middle of a snowstorm but since the other three were rather acomplished flyers, she tried not to show it.
You had to admit, though, The view was wonderfully beautiful. Snow swirling around them on the darkness of the Forbiddon Forest, which they were flying over, was glinting off the moon as the clouds uncovered it every so often. Dracona, who was leading the others, seemed lost in thought. Her long silver/white hair had come loose and was flowing like a river of ice behind her and made her seem even more ghostlike considering her cloak was white as was the rest of her outer ensemble. She had said it was for concelment from prying eyes, but it made it immposibly hard to follow her.
They flew for about five hours straight before they stopped for rest. Setting down in a remote wooded area, they passed out provisions. After a meal of thick stew, bread, and butterbeer, they set off again. The storm had died off again, but as it was about three in the morning, it was still incredably hard to fly straight. They flew for another three hours before stopping to rest.
They came down on the side of a deserted looking rode beside an old car. Dracona put her things in the trunk and motioned for the others to do the same. Noticing thier confused expressions she explained that the Deatheaters were probably searching the skies for them and as it was morning and the sky was clear, it would be stupid to continue that way. The group quickly got inside the car and set off. Everyone exept Dracona, who was driving, and Draco, who was deep in thought, fell asleep right away.
"Why are they after me Dracona, you never answered my question." She didnt turn towards him, but he could tell she heard him.
"It seems as though you upset some of your school friends becase Father got a letter saying you had become a traiter to them. Like me......" He voice trailed off and she sighed. Draco didnt say anything else, just nodded and gave in to sleep.
It was about midday when they stopped again. None of the group exept Dracona had any clue as to where they were. It had been too dark and such to tell before, but now they found themselves at an abandoned mansion that looked in horrid disrepair. They group filed out of the car and entered the building. It wasnt at all like it looked to be on the inside. Well furnished and well maintained, it looked like a palace fit for royalty. Dracona led the group into the parlor, where someone was already sitting. The man looked up from his book. It was Sirius Black!
He looked much cleaner and nicer than when Harry Potter had first met him. Much more like he had in the wedding photos of his parents, Harry thought. Draco, who did not know Sirius was innocent screetched out.
"Whats HE doing here?" But no one paid him any mind, as Hermione, Ron, and Harry greeted him happily. Dracona smiled at him and went to the kitchen to prepare tea. Draco sat on the other side of the parlor feeling like he had missed something. Hadnt Black been trying to KILL Harry awile back? Hadnt it been Black's fault Harry's parents were dead? If this was true, then why are they greeting him like an old friend? How absurd.
Dracona came back a few minutes later with tea and biscuits. The wonder trio talked animatedly with Black but Dracona sat beside her brother. She gave him a
hard, measuring look.
"How have you been lately?" Her voice was concerned. The real question was 'Has he hurt you too much?' Draco looked at her. Twins though they were, Dracona had always seemed more like an older sister to him, sometimes even a mother figure, since his real mother couldnt care less about him.
"Fine, really." He answered and sipped his tea. Her eyes seemed clouded and she sighed.
"This is all my fault!" She said painfully. "If I hadn't left before, you wouldnt be in trouble." Her eyes became tearful, but she did not cry. Draco snorted.
"If you hadnt left, you would be dead, and so would they." His head jercked towards the group on the couch. Dracona nodded.
"I suppose so." She stood. "Come, let me show you to your room."
They left the parlor and headed up the white marble staircase. The inside had been decorated in white, silver, and black, and was very well crafted. They headed down a dark hallway and stopped in front of and black door. She nodded to indicate that this was his room and opened the door. The room was painted black, with white tile floor and a black fireplace that was burning merrily, casting stark shadows on the wall. A desk, Large bed with black down comforter, and chivero made up the furniture of the room. All in all, it was wonderful.
Turning to leave, Dracona gave Draco a comforting smile."It will turn out alright, you will see." She said and was about to leave when she heard him call her name.
"I missed you Dracona" He paused a moment before changing it. "Dracie" Dracona smiled at her old nickname.
" Dont worry, you may be a little prat, but I wont leave you again." With that she left and Draco lay down to rest.
Mop Head and her Daemon- Thank you for reveiwing. Draco is my favorite charicter because he seems to have so many more dimensions than is shown in the books. The fics. I most enjoy though are Draco/ Hermione fics because they show those dimensions.
"Come on, our time is short." She took off in the air, pausing only a second for the other three to catch up. Hermione had never been very good on brooms and was having a hell of a time trying to fly in the middle of a snowstorm but since the other three were rather acomplished flyers, she tried not to show it.
You had to admit, though, The view was wonderfully beautiful. Snow swirling around them on the darkness of the Forbiddon Forest, which they were flying over, was glinting off the moon as the clouds uncovered it every so often. Dracona, who was leading the others, seemed lost in thought. Her long silver/white hair had come loose and was flowing like a river of ice behind her and made her seem even more ghostlike considering her cloak was white as was the rest of her outer ensemble. She had said it was for concelment from prying eyes, but it made it immposibly hard to follow her.
They flew for about five hours straight before they stopped for rest. Setting down in a remote wooded area, they passed out provisions. After a meal of thick stew, bread, and butterbeer, they set off again. The storm had died off again, but as it was about three in the morning, it was still incredably hard to fly straight. They flew for another three hours before stopping to rest.
They came down on the side of a deserted looking rode beside an old car. Dracona put her things in the trunk and motioned for the others to do the same. Noticing thier confused expressions she explained that the Deatheaters were probably searching the skies for them and as it was morning and the sky was clear, it would be stupid to continue that way. The group quickly got inside the car and set off. Everyone exept Dracona, who was driving, and Draco, who was deep in thought, fell asleep right away.
"Why are they after me Dracona, you never answered my question." She didnt turn towards him, but he could tell she heard him.
"It seems as though you upset some of your school friends becase Father got a letter saying you had become a traiter to them. Like me......" He voice trailed off and she sighed. Draco didnt say anything else, just nodded and gave in to sleep.
It was about midday when they stopped again. None of the group exept Dracona had any clue as to where they were. It had been too dark and such to tell before, but now they found themselves at an abandoned mansion that looked in horrid disrepair. They group filed out of the car and entered the building. It wasnt at all like it looked to be on the inside. Well furnished and well maintained, it looked like a palace fit for royalty. Dracona led the group into the parlor, where someone was already sitting. The man looked up from his book. It was Sirius Black!
He looked much cleaner and nicer than when Harry Potter had first met him. Much more like he had in the wedding photos of his parents, Harry thought. Draco, who did not know Sirius was innocent screetched out.
"Whats HE doing here?" But no one paid him any mind, as Hermione, Ron, and Harry greeted him happily. Dracona smiled at him and went to the kitchen to prepare tea. Draco sat on the other side of the parlor feeling like he had missed something. Hadnt Black been trying to KILL Harry awile back? Hadnt it been Black's fault Harry's parents were dead? If this was true, then why are they greeting him like an old friend? How absurd.
Dracona came back a few minutes later with tea and biscuits. The wonder trio talked animatedly with Black but Dracona sat beside her brother. She gave him a
hard, measuring look.
"How have you been lately?" Her voice was concerned. The real question was 'Has he hurt you too much?' Draco looked at her. Twins though they were, Dracona had always seemed more like an older sister to him, sometimes even a mother figure, since his real mother couldnt care less about him.
"Fine, really." He answered and sipped his tea. Her eyes seemed clouded and she sighed.
"This is all my fault!" She said painfully. "If I hadn't left before, you wouldnt be in trouble." Her eyes became tearful, but she did not cry. Draco snorted.
"If you hadnt left, you would be dead, and so would they." His head jercked towards the group on the couch. Dracona nodded.
"I suppose so." She stood. "Come, let me show you to your room."
They left the parlor and headed up the white marble staircase. The inside had been decorated in white, silver, and black, and was very well crafted. They headed down a dark hallway and stopped in front of and black door. She nodded to indicate that this was his room and opened the door. The room was painted black, with white tile floor and a black fireplace that was burning merrily, casting stark shadows on the wall. A desk, Large bed with black down comforter, and chivero made up the furniture of the room. All in all, it was wonderful.
Turning to leave, Dracona gave Draco a comforting smile."It will turn out alright, you will see." She said and was about to leave when she heard him call her name.
"I missed you Dracona" He paused a moment before changing it. "Dracie" Dracona smiled at her old nickname.
" Dont worry, you may be a little prat, but I wont leave you again." With that she left and Draco lay down to rest.
Mop Head and her Daemon- Thank you for reveiwing. Draco is my favorite charicter because he seems to have so many more dimensions than is shown in the books. The fics. I most enjoy though are Draco/ Hermione fics because they show those dimensions.