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Note: Hi everyone, and welcome to "Draco Malfoy, Seeker Of Souls"! This is book three in the "Draco's Desires" series and it's a direct continuation from the last book, "Draco Malfoy Promises To Be A Good Boy This Year". I will warn everyone that this will most likely be hard to understand if you don't read the afore mentioned book, but the books are fairly fast reads and enjoyed by most, so I recommend reading the others. :)

In this part, Draco must try to rescue Ginny and her Soul from the Black School of Spain, with the help of Professor Snape and the Dream Team. But will the headmaster Mephistopheles ever let them get away with it? Find out in this story! I bring you…

Draco Malfoy, Seeker Of Souls

Chapter One

Dreams

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I was flying on my Firebolt II high above the ground. The grass was green but the sky was dark. There was another presence with me, although it was a bit fuzzy. I knew that it was my child, Nathaniel, and that he was sitting in front of me on the broom, his raven black hair whipping in the wind. He was bigger than usual and he clung to my pajama top. 'Mama!' he cried. 'We have to find Mama!' he said. Odd. He was only a year old and couldn't talk that much. I thought nothing of it then.

In the sky ahead of us a golden ball appeared. It was huge and it had wings. 'There is the Snitch,' I said. I sped up and reached out both hands to grasp the huge ball of golden light. As my hands clasped around the golden essence it began to sing with Ginny's voice. It had become a living, breathing Soul. I pulled it to my chest and held tightly onto it.

'The Soul. The Soul,' chanted Nathaniel.

We were suddenly on the ground and Ginny was before us, glowing gold like the Snitch/Soul had. Nathaniel began to cry with joy and ran from me towards Ginny. 'Mama! Mama!'

Tears sprang to my eyes and I began to run too to grab her and keep her safe always. Nathaniel reached her first and she scooped him up, laughing and crying. She looked at me and her smile turned evil. 'Forget the Soul of the lost, Seeker.' She bared her teeth at me and turned into Tom Riddle. 'The boy is mine,' said Tom. 'Ginny is mine.'

I screamed and the ball of light I was still clutching shattered into a million pieces. Tom's face distorted and became a devil's head with sharp little horns and an evil grin. And it had Ginny's body. 'Take not the Soul of the lost, Seeker.' It then looked as if it were going to eat Nathaniel. It licked its lips.

I screamed. I covered my ears, shut my eyes tightly, and screamed as loud as I could. I thought my throat was going to burst………….

Hands shook me gently. "Draco."

I screamed more, not opening my eyes.

Arms gathered me up and held me close. "Draco, wake up, boy!"

My eyes shot open and I clutched onto the nightclothes of the person who held me. "He ate Nattie! HE ATE NATTIE!" I thrashed in my damp, twisted sheets.

"Shhhh…it was a dream. Nathaniel is in his bassinet with a thumb in his mouth." My gaurdian smiled.

I looked up at him wildly. "Severus…he's killed Ginny. Ginny's dead! I want Harry. Please, find me Harry!"

Professor Snape managed to untwist the dark green sheets from around my body and pulled off my sweat soaked pajama top so I could cool down in the chilled air. "It was a dream. Ginny is in the Black School in Spain, but we'll deal with that soon. Nathaniel is sleeping and Harry is too in the Gryffindor tower."

"And where is Tom? He was in the dream too. But he was evil again."

Snape sighed. "Riddle is down in the deepest dungeon, locked away. He has been very calm and quiet since I put him there. He's fine too."

I relaxed a bit. "Severus, we just have to get Ginny out of that school. I have to find her Soul. I am the Seeker of Souls. The devil told me so."

Snape rubbed his sleepy eyes. "You have to sleep. You haven't had a full nights sleep in two weeks. When you don't sleep you fall asleep in class and then the other teachers take points away from Slytherin. Then the others get mad at you."

This was true. Professor Snape and I were trying to keep up the illusion that everything was fine. Two weeks before, Professor Snape had retrieved us from the Black School of Spain, a school for black arts. Harry, Hermione, Ron, Nathaniel and I were all fine and healthy, but we had lost Ginny. Her Soul had been stolen by the headmaster, Mephistopheles. Snape kept promising we would get her back as soon as we could, but in the meantime we had to pretend that everything was fine. As far as anyone at Hogwarts knew, Ginny was somewhere in the hospital wing with a treatable illness. She was, however, quite contagious so no one could see her for some time. Not even her parents knew where she really was. They were told about the illness as well and believed the story. They were worried about their daughter, but believed she would soon be well.

Snape and I hated lying to them, but in order for Snape and I to get Ginny out of the Black School, we needed to do it ourselves. We couldn't have Ministry of Magic personnel trying to break in. If anyone could get Ginny back it would be Severus Snape.

So I made the masquerade of going to class like everything was fine and kept up with the story that Ginny was sick, as did Harry, Ron, Hermione, Snape, Professor Dumbledore, and Madam Pomfrey, the nurse, who had instructions to keep away visitors for the nonexistent Ginny. No one else knew what had really happened minus the knowledge that we had been once again taken hostage by Voldemort. But otherwise, we were all fine and Voldemort had been momentarily defeated again. I think the students were getting rather bored with the whole ordeal, since Harry had faced Voldemort every year of his school career and it was nothing special. Voldemort had indeed been defeated, so to speak, but he was now in the form of Tom Riddle and locked away in our dungeon. He was making an effort to change from evil to good, but no one trusted him fully as of yet. And my dreams proved it.

I held my head in my hands, reliving the whole thing. "I want it to go away. I can't stop the dreams. I'll never sleep again."

Snape pushed me over onto my bed again and lifted a steaming goblet. "I want you to drink this. It will help you sleep without dreams. You have to be rested for classes tomorrow. I won't let you fall anymore behind in your studies or you'll have to redo your fifth year."

I shook my head, trying to push the goblet away. "No, I won't take it! You can't make me!"

He frowned at me. "Listen, Draco, I am the Potions Master and your current guardian. When I tell you to take a potion, you must do it. I can't help you feel better if you won't listen to me."

I sniffled and turned my head away. He sighed and pushed a lock of white-blond hair out of my eyes. "I'm sorry, Draco. I just want you to sleep. You must sleep."

I nodded and gulped down the potion. It tasted like hot chocolate and warmed up my insides pleasantly. I immediately felt very tired and very stupid. "I'm so tired, Dad."

He nodded and pulled the quilt up over my pale body. "Get some sleep. Tomorrow is another day."

I closed my eyes and my head began to spin. I was the Seeker of Souls and tomorrow was another day. Another day closer to finding Ginny's Soul.

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