What Cannot Be Purchased
Chapter two: Une Prévision.
(A Prediction)
Later that week Draco returned to his estate. Voldermort had informed him he had a job to do.
An assination, to be exact. The Target was a high-profile wizard in Ireland: Michael O'Henry.
Though the Death Eaters had spread themselves all over England and most of Europe in general,
they had not been able to take Ireland. The Irish people were very resistant.
They had stuck to the old ways to the very end.
Mr. O'Henry, it seemed, had a very high place.
Being half-blooded himself, he stood strongly behind the Irish Chancellor,
whom was to Ireland what The Minister of Magic was to England.
It seemed he had much influence in the Chancellors thoughts and desisions.
Voldermort wanted him silenced. He was planning on signing an agreement with the Chancellor.
The only reason the Chancellor had resisted was because he feared loosing his power and place.
Voldrmort had assured him he could keep his place, so long as he joined the Death Eaters.
Of course none of this would work with Michael O'Henry in the way.
Draco knew he would need a good team for the undertaking.
It wasn't just killing him, he had to kill him quietly, leave no suspitions.
He had chosen for his team Crabbe, Demona Stragen and Zach Perston.
Zach Preston was strait out of Drumstrang, a very powerful young wizard full of potential.
Though he could be sneeky and not always trust worthy, he was by far a good choice.
The house staff snapped to attention as Draco Malfoy crossed the threshold.
All the maids and cleaners bowing and curtsying.
All stopped work as he made his way to his chambers.
Once there, the staff resumed their chores.
Draco had to leave at once in order to meet Demona before the rest of them.
He began gathering his things and was surprised when the massive doors to his chamber swung open.
An African woman with long curls down to her waist and large eyes stood before him.
She quickly dropped to one knee in respect. "Lord Malfoy" She addressed him.
"Why are you away from the Harem? Calipso, I had thought you knew your place" He frowned.
"Forgive me, my lord, but I have had a vision. You were in my dreams" She said seriously.
"Not surprising", He said with a grin spreading across his face.
"My lord, I speak the truth, i swear it!" She said passionatly.
Draco was familar with Calipso's powers of sight. He had never known her to be wrong.
She had forseen all his triumphs, his father's death, and a few serious injuries he had received.
He leaned back against the divan, lazily.
"So what have you seen? Voldermort's fall, my death, again, an attack?"
He counted off the options on his fingers as he spoke.
She shook her head in the negative.
"No master. I saw you in your Death Eater robes, but your heart was missing.
It was gone from your body, it was laying on the floor. It was cut out, i just know it.
And yet you lived still." She said.
"So, what does this mean to you? Am i going to die? Or is it symbolic?
Does this mean the loss of my humanity?"
"I do not know. It does not feel like the death of your body" she said tentitivly.
"Then what?"
"La mort de l'esprit" She said in her native tounge. "The death of your soul" She explained.
He laughed. "Well it never was very useful" he said, with relief.
"Thank you, but I have to be on my way, back to the harem now.
Do the other girls know i have returned?"
"Yes. Shall i send for a woman?" She asked.
"Sadly, no. I have no time for those things right now." He said with his trademark smirk.
She returned the smile, and knelled.
"I will come to you when I return" he said, trailing a finger down her jaw line.
"Dismissed"
After she left the room she dropped to her knees in the hall and whispered:
"que le bon Dieu soit son copain du voyage."
(May God go with him)
~Thanks to all those who read and review. The next chapter is much longer,
though there is still no Hermione in sight, it won't be long~
(Much thanks to Esalazione Venefica for her advice with my French.
Sadly, all I have is an online translater. I am taking the language next year.
Please, if anyone notices mistakes in the French in the story, let me know)
Chapter two: Une Prévision.
(A Prediction)
Later that week Draco returned to his estate. Voldermort had informed him he had a job to do.
An assination, to be exact. The Target was a high-profile wizard in Ireland: Michael O'Henry.
Though the Death Eaters had spread themselves all over England and most of Europe in general,
they had not been able to take Ireland. The Irish people were very resistant.
They had stuck to the old ways to the very end.
Mr. O'Henry, it seemed, had a very high place.
Being half-blooded himself, he stood strongly behind the Irish Chancellor,
whom was to Ireland what The Minister of Magic was to England.
It seemed he had much influence in the Chancellors thoughts and desisions.
Voldermort wanted him silenced. He was planning on signing an agreement with the Chancellor.
The only reason the Chancellor had resisted was because he feared loosing his power and place.
Voldrmort had assured him he could keep his place, so long as he joined the Death Eaters.
Of course none of this would work with Michael O'Henry in the way.
Draco knew he would need a good team for the undertaking.
It wasn't just killing him, he had to kill him quietly, leave no suspitions.
He had chosen for his team Crabbe, Demona Stragen and Zach Perston.
Zach Preston was strait out of Drumstrang, a very powerful young wizard full of potential.
Though he could be sneeky and not always trust worthy, he was by far a good choice.
The house staff snapped to attention as Draco Malfoy crossed the threshold.
All the maids and cleaners bowing and curtsying.
All stopped work as he made his way to his chambers.
Once there, the staff resumed their chores.
Draco had to leave at once in order to meet Demona before the rest of them.
He began gathering his things and was surprised when the massive doors to his chamber swung open.
An African woman with long curls down to her waist and large eyes stood before him.
She quickly dropped to one knee in respect. "Lord Malfoy" She addressed him.
"Why are you away from the Harem? Calipso, I had thought you knew your place" He frowned.
"Forgive me, my lord, but I have had a vision. You were in my dreams" She said seriously.
"Not surprising", He said with a grin spreading across his face.
"My lord, I speak the truth, i swear it!" She said passionatly.
Draco was familar with Calipso's powers of sight. He had never known her to be wrong.
She had forseen all his triumphs, his father's death, and a few serious injuries he had received.
He leaned back against the divan, lazily.
"So what have you seen? Voldermort's fall, my death, again, an attack?"
He counted off the options on his fingers as he spoke.
She shook her head in the negative.
"No master. I saw you in your Death Eater robes, but your heart was missing.
It was gone from your body, it was laying on the floor. It was cut out, i just know it.
And yet you lived still." She said.
"So, what does this mean to you? Am i going to die? Or is it symbolic?
Does this mean the loss of my humanity?"
"I do not know. It does not feel like the death of your body" she said tentitivly.
"Then what?"
"La mort de l'esprit" She said in her native tounge. "The death of your soul" She explained.
He laughed. "Well it never was very useful" he said, with relief.
"Thank you, but I have to be on my way, back to the harem now.
Do the other girls know i have returned?"
"Yes. Shall i send for a woman?" She asked.
"Sadly, no. I have no time for those things right now." He said with his trademark smirk.
She returned the smile, and knelled.
"I will come to you when I return" he said, trailing a finger down her jaw line.
"Dismissed"
After she left the room she dropped to her knees in the hall and whispered:
"que le bon Dieu soit son copain du voyage."
(May God go with him)
~Thanks to all those who read and review. The next chapter is much longer,
though there is still no Hermione in sight, it won't be long~
(Much thanks to Esalazione Venefica for her advice with my French.
Sadly, all I have is an online translater. I am taking the language next year.
Please, if anyone notices mistakes in the French in the story, let me know)