Night and Day;
Snake and Lion
A/n: I loved the fact that you enjoyed it so much! This is not to be a slash though, I warn you. I'm sorry if it sounded that way at first sight. I have fixed the summary, but it isn't any better as I am terrible at summaries to my stories. It took me an hour just to get that! ^^ Oh, I'm rambling again… Well, onward to the story!
Disclaimer: I own everything you don't recognise! If you do, then it obviously isn't mine. I just dream that I own everything. But it is a very good dream ^^! Lucifer is of course not mine as I would have never thought of that name, personally speaking, of course…
Bargaining Pacts
Chapter Two
Albus looked out the window of his circular office, absentmindedly stroking his Phoenix's, Fawkes, front downy feathers of his front. Fawkes cooed and let out a few calming song notes, soothing Albus' nerves. It was dark out and he expected Mr. Potter and Mr. Malfoy very soon. He turned from the window, taking a last look at the Forbidden Forest, swearing in his mind that he had seen a human in them. He looked up at the glass case with the scabbard sword of Gryffindor.
Next to it, only able to be seen by him and if he chose to take off the charm, the sword of Slytherin. The two swords were different as night and day; fire and ice. While the sword of Gryffindor had rubies as it's jewelled scabbard while the Slytherin sword had diamonds. He wondered how he was going to tell the boys this… Breathing deeply through his nose he then turned to the shields in the cases next to their swords, different crests on both.
Neither boy knew their heritage fully. One shield had a Gryphon with its paw held high, ready to strike. The Gryphon was scarlet and the shield a light right colour. The other shield had a Basilik head, mouth open with fangs bared, ready to bite. The Basilik was silver while the shield emerald green.
And he knew not much on the Malfoy's. But he had a suspicion on it. He knew his mother was a Veela, or at least half. But he was unsure about his father. Harry got his gift from his father.
He walked to his bookcase and ran his fingers across spines of books, and found the book he was looking for. Pulling it out he blew the dust off the front and slowly opened it. He scanned the index before then flipping through the book to the exact page.
Enticer's are as mystical and legendary as the legendary Vamprée. The Enticer is usually male, rarely ever are they female. If they are, then they are twice as powerful and as beautiful, Male Enticer's are as handsome as they are powerful. Usually the gene is passed from father to son in the bloodline. They are, by instinct, able to use swords, bows, spire's, staffs, and combat hand to hand and many others fighting styles.
At the age of fifteen they start they change and quickly the body is subdued to its more original state that it should look like. The male Enticer is very powerful in all subjects of magic as well and is more on the Light side of any battle than anything. Similar to the Vamprée, they are sought after just as much as the Veela-Vampire mixed blood. The Enticer's skin is strong enough to block minor curses, jinxes and dark spells. A lock of their hair can make the person with the lock twice as powerful magically.
The organs of the Enticer used in any Dark Potion can make it to where there is no counter. Or if added to a counter, it will make it work in a matter of seconds. The Enticer is a Charmer, through and through. Able to charm they're way into anything and out of most things. As long as the person they are charming is female or male interested in the same gender.
The Enticer can not be found until they are fifteen and above the age. Their mark does not appear until then. The mark is of the sun and is called 'Rising Sun'. If the Enticer turns dark then it is nit long until females of the Light Side go Dark to help that side. Enticer's are killed usually because of their magical substances. The only known way to kill one is by the Killing curse, unlike the Vamprée, which can die by either a stake through the heart or killing their true love.
The Enticer has no true love and is stuck to find him or her. The Enticer characteristics vary from Enticer family to Enticer family. Usually tall, around seven feet and very strong and robust. They have slight unnaturally long fingers and very good seeing. They move gracefully, but not as graceful and catlike.
The Enticer is always attractive but sometimes has a quiet nature. But sometimes the Enticer is very friendly and cheerful towards others. Sometimes they are unaware of their own abilities and only learn of their power if told about it or killed by the Searchers. They have no understanding of why until their dying breath. If the Searcher or Searchers find and kill the Enticer, his (or hers) charming and power go to them.
They may not be able to use the Enticer's power to get what they want but they then have the handsome or beautiful attraction that the Enticer once had…
Harry, indeed, was an Enticer. And if he wasn't mistaken, Draco was a Vamprée. Suddenly he saw Fawkes cock his head as if hearing something. He set the book down and grinned when he heard the tell-tale sounds of Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter spotting each other…
~*~*~*~
Harry pulled off his Invisibility Cloak and started guessing the password. When practically shouting 'Mega-Mothball Jawbreakers' he sprinted up the revolving stairs to bounce off of another person. Cursing he sat up, glaring at the young man who was in front of him, blocking the way. As it was, indeed, a young man by the fact that he was able to stop Harry like a huge boulder in front of a road with a car coming by.
"What the Hell! Malfoy! What are you doing here? Out of my way!" Harry shouted, cursing the Malfoy boy in front of him. The said boy just smirked.
"I was here first Potter. It just so happens that I am here to talk to the Headmaster. On important business I might add. That a young little child such as yourself should not know or hear about!" Malfoy said coldly, without emotion. Harry had a slight look of surprise, but then his own mask slipped into place.
"Liar! You probably slipped in here to use Dark Magic or something! Get out of my way! I need to speak to the Headmaster!" Harry shouted angrily. Malfoy sneered.
"As much as it pains me to leave you without trying to curse you, I have to. I am seeing the Headmaster before you weather you like it or not. Besides… Unlike you, I used my brains and he assigned me this appointment with him before the Slytherin house went to the Dormitory. I am legally here.
"Unlike you sneaking out here and possibly trying to help Slytherin win the House Cup. I actually thought ahead. In contrast to a snivelling Gryffindor loony!" Malfoy shot back. And ignoring the fuming Gryffindor, he turned his back and started again up the stairs, noticing that as they had been fighting, it had brought them closer and closer to the door. Of course, he had broken one of the biggest rules that the Perfects had told the First Year Slytherin's every year.
Don't turn your back on a Gryffindor.
Suddenly, instead of going to the door, he was tackled down by the angered teenaged boy. Snarling heatedly Harry had attacked the Slytherin. Sending blows everywhere he could he furiously started trying to beat the blasted snake to a pulp. He didn't count on the snake to fight back so well though. With a low growl Malfoy started to fight back, seeming equally strong and powerful.
Sending his own swipes and blows to the Gryffindor. He fought just as heatedly. Neither noticed the revolving stairs take them right to the door or the door open on its own accord. Or that they now were fighting in the Headmasters office. With the said person watching them with a slight look of amusement on the olden wizard's face.
Soon the Headmaster got slightly impatient and cleared his throat, getting both boys' attention quickly. They disentangled quickly, both blushing, not looking at each other or the Headmaster, but their shoes. The Headmaster chuckled and with a wave of his wand (neither boy saw him take it out) their cuts, bumps, and bruises were gone. Another wave brought two comfortable looking chairs. They uneasily sat, still not looking at the Headmaster.
"Now, I expected the two of you to show up. You Harry about your Enticing powers and you, Draco, I believe about being a Vamprée. Am I not mistaking?" He asked. Draco looked at the professor in complete shock before slowly nodding. Harry, not even hiding that he was surprised, and not surprised to be surprised, nodded as well.
"Now, I have something to tell you boys. Something that neither of you have been told, but has been held back from you for you're safety and also protection for others. But, Draco I believe that you have something else to tell me." Professor Dumbledore looked at the pale boy expectantly. The boy let out a shaky breath. He then launched into a full account of his summer.
He told of the part on the train as Harry looked away with a red face, not telling the Headmaster all of those accounted for. He then told of when he had gotten his mark. Harry had stared at the silver haired person next to him like he had never seen him before. Professor Dumbledore frowned a bit and asked to see the Mark. Draco complied easily and pulled up the robe and sleeve of his shirt.
There in all its hideous glory, on the pale skin was the Dark Mark; the snake, skull, and all. The snake, to Harry, seemed almost alive and like it was hissing. A ringing hiss was in his ears. He opened his mouth and out came an unwanted hiss. He clamped his mouth shut, noticing the stares he got from the Headmaster and the Slytherin student.
Not looking at the Dark Mark and clearing his throat, he reverted to English.
"Sorry 'bout that. Just comes out when something looks too much like a live snake. I can't really help it." Harry explained, embarrassed. They nodded. Malfoy looked a little uncomfortable, the Headmaster a little pensive. Malfoy continued to tell the Headmaster about how he learned of the Vamprée blood in him and how the Dark Lord had acted when he learned that his father hadn't told him.
Dumbledore took this all in stride and Harry a little slower, but he was still hanging on. Finally, after a pregnant pause Professor Dumbledore spoke.
"Draco. I'm going to ask you to do something very deadly and highly dangerous. Professor Snape can help you if you need any help. I would like you to continue to go to the meetings. I'd like you to gather information and report back to me.
"But do anything to seem like your loyal to Voldemort. A spy, of sorts. Would you like to help the Light Side win the War on the Dark Side?" Professor Dumbledore asked, hand out for the Wizarding handshake to solidify the deal. Draco looked at the hand, no emotion on his face. Harry and Dumbledore waited.
Harry held his breath, wondering which side Draco Malfoy was really on…
~*~*~*~
Voldemort sat on his thrown in the dark Chambers of the castle. It was a Dark Fortress. Impenetrable and unpalatable for all but those who he allowed in. No one knew exactly where it was, but by the magic in the Dark Mark, could Apparate there when called. In the chamber he sat, facing the crackling fire that lit the room.
Shadows fell all over, even with the fire to help see. A huge snake circled, three times, around his thrown as he pondered. About the choice he had. About the decision he was about to make. Suddenly he grinned evilly.
Yes. It would work perfectly. And I wouldn't even have to sacrifice my soul. And I'll finally be rid of that blasted Potter! He thought angrily. Hissing a laugh he grabbed the pendant at his neck.
He pulled it off, breaking the chain that held the Opal on his neck. He then raised it above his head and threw it into the fire. The fire hissed angrily at him and turned forest green and rose higher. Higher and higher than ever before. The heat radiating off from the flames was overwhelming, but he ignored it.
Laughing manically he watched with his blood red eyes. Suddenly a creature, horrifyingly repellent and something never seen before appeared. It, as it was neither male nor female, watched Voldemort calm down from his evil cackle with a bored look. Voldemort cleared his throat slightly when noticing the demonic figure in the fire. He coughed nervously.
"Well, you want something? I'm not here all day you know." The evil spirit creature said in a bored uninterested voice. Looking all more like he was talking to the mailman. Voldemort gripped his teeth to keep from threatening, unused to being tried like this. But as the creature was a Demon, it was stronger than he was; more powerful.
"I call to make a bargain with Lucifer, the Devil. I sell two souls to you for the powers of Hell. They are both Heirs of the founding four, and one of them bloodkin to me, and the other of Merlin! More so powerful than me. I wish for immortality as well." Voldemort said confidently.
The Demon looked at him with interest.
"State the names and we will talk."
"Harry James Potter and Draco Amos Malfoy." Voldemort said with a malicious voice with saying Harry's name. The Demon seemed to rustle with some paper before scanning it. It's merciless cold black eyes, everything black and no white at all. The Demons absent eyebrows rose. His scabbed skin, much like a Dementor's, Voldemort thought offhandedly, pulling at the motion.
The Demon's bored expression quickly evaporated into a thrilled façade. His frown turned to a wicked, evil leer. He looked at Voldemort carefully, turned behind him, muting the dialogue so the Dark Lord wouldn't hear the words said. He seemed to be consulting with someone. He turned back, and evil grin still placed on his face.
"Well Voldie." The Demon said, pausing as Voldemort growled and hissed in anger and fury. It smiled at getting the desired affects. "You have a deal… Shake on it."
The Demon said, hand snaking out of the fire. Voldemort grinned crazily and the Demon felt a slight pity for what the mortals were going to go through, but it shrugged. All a part of life and it's job. Whatever rocked the crazy's boat, as long as they got souls, and powerful ones at that.
Voldemort gripped the scabbed hand without sneering or a curl of the lip.
"Deal. Oh I forgot to say. There are unwilling to part with their souls wilfully so you must get them yourself." Voldemort grinned arrogantly. Beating the Demon at it's own game.
A yell and shout of fury answered his words. He ignored it as he felt the powers fill him. Filling him in every available place. Power radiated off of him in waves. Formidable waves that could have made even that bastard Albus Muggle-Loving Dumbledore Fool fear him.
So strong that it knocked the thrown fifty feet away. He grinned. He had made a deal with the devil. Lucifer, the all-time evil of the underworld. Hades…
Pluto…
He had made a pact with the Devil; and won…
~*~*~*~
She looked to her left to look at him. She still couldn't believe that they were together. That this was happening. He looked at her with that infectious and not a care in the world with a smiling eye. She grinned back.
They walked down the Grand staircase into the ballroom. Everyone looked at them. Some in shock while others with knowing grins. Inside she knew that he was breaking his cover just to treat her to the dance. She had actually tried to talk him out of it but he would have nothing of.
She had been so distraught when the death happened. She shivered slightly at the thought, breaking from it quickly. He had been so nice and warm to her. She had thought, at first that it was to trick her or something. But, she sent a look at the ring on her finger and smile, no it was true.
He was true. She looked back at him lovingly. They promised each other forever. Though legally they would have to wait, but Dumbledore was secretly going to help them about it. He might not have anything after this night from him being disowned.
But he promised that anything he didn't have he'd make up in love. She leaned closer to him and they walked onto the half-filled dance floor. She saw Harry and Ginny near by, smiling at them and dancing slowly themselves. Ginny now was the envy of the female population for most. And she was too.
After tonight, that is. She wrapped her arms around him and they swayed to the soft music. This was the Valentine's Day Ball after all. Fourth Years and up, after all. She laid her head softly on his shoulder as they swayed. He kissed his hair, whispering his love and she smiled.
"I love you Hermione. Always and forever." He whispered in her ear, along with sweet nothings. She listened to the music with a smile, humming along with the music.
"You're the lucky one, so I've been told, as free as the wind blowin' down the road…
She looked up at his smiling grey eyes looking down at her with all the love in the world she could wish for. He kissed her lips softly, butterfly soft.
"…I'd say you were lucky 'cause you know what you've done. Not a care in the world; not a worry in sight. Everything's gonna be alright, 'cause you're the lucky one. You're the lucky one, always havin' fun. A jack of all trades, a master of none.
"You look at the world with a smilin' eye, and laugh at the devil as his train rolls by. Just give you a song and a one-night stand, and you'll be lookin' at a happy man, 'cause you're the lucky one."
She looked at him, wondering how she could ever have become so lucky.
"I love you, you know. You saved me from myself. I would probably have wasted away without you, Love." She whispered into his ear.
"…You're the lucky one, I know that now. Don't ask you why, when, where or how. No matter where you're at, it's where you'll be. You can bet that your luck won't follow me. Just give you a song and a one-night stand, and you'll be lookin' at a happy man.
"'Cause you're the lucky one…" The song ended, quickly blending into another and the kept dancing. Blissfully unaware of the people around. Finally at one in the morning they were sent to bed. He followed her back to the Fat Lady, ignoring the slightly angry looks he got from the House.
She looked up to his striking features. She stood on tiptoe and he leaned down the rest of the way, and they met for the kiss, passion meeting passion. They ignored some of the looks being passed. Some smirk's some shock. Oblivious they carried on, until there was no one in the Hall and the Fat Lady threatened to just leave Hermione in the Hallway all night if she didn't hurry it up.
She broke away from him with a sigh, catching the last bit. He looked down at her; eyes still clouded with fervour. She hugged him tightly.
"Do be careful around those Slytherin's. And I love you Draco…" she said in a whisper. He smiled and nodded lifting her chin so she looked up at him.
"I love you too. I'll see you tomorrow." He then, with a last look around walked slowly away…
Suddenly Hermione awoke gasping for breath. The memory of the dream slipping through her fingers like sand through an hourglass, only slight details remaining. A Ball... Harry and Ginny... A man and her…
The man had silver hair. Was it Malfoy? Hermione thought in wild bewilderment. Why in the Devil's Hell would she be dreaming of Malfoy? Of all the people.
Growling in frustration she punched her pillow and fell hard on it. Only to shout out curses that you never expect Hermione Amelia Granger to say. Grabbing the back of her head where she hit the wall she wondered if someone had personally cursed her with bad luck. Getting out of her bed she noticed that she hadn't woken any of the other girls. Sighing in relief that she wouldn't have to put up the Giggling Brain-induced blockheads.
Walking down the stairs she went to a comfortable chair closest to the fire that merrily crackled. Its embers shining bright enough to let her clearly see the Grandfather clock. It read 3:47 a.m. Cursing again at the fact that she was going to have a concussion in the middle of class, she practically threw the book that was right next to her at the fire. Closing her eyes she tried to relax, and soon was back to sleep.
Dreaming more dreams with the silver haired young man…
A/n: I hope you like it. I know it's a bit short, but… ^^ Tell me what you think of it!