Everything Changes
by T.K. Yuy
Chapter 9- In Dreams
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Dark. Cold. Wind howling by his ears, the dirt scraping against his cheeks as he tried to push forward. He knew this place better than he knew anything. He'd been coming there since before he could remember.
The dim light that he followed surged, engulfing everything, and he found himself standing in a large field, swaying in the now gentle breeze. At the edge, there were tall trees that seemed to support the purple and orange sky, and throughout it all, wild flowers of every type bended to the wind. In the distant sky, he could make out the forms of three Dragons heading towards him, one with a glittering at its chest. He squinted, trying to make out what it was, but missed it as they rushed by him, their roars breaking the peaceful silence. As the sound waves disappeared over the field, he opened his mouth and let loose one of his own. The lead Dragon turned its head to look at him, and he again saw the glinting.
"What is it?" he screamed, throwing his arms into the air. "Tell me what it is!"
He let his wings burst free, the green flashing with electricity slightly reminiscent of a storm cloud waiting to break. The Dragon snorted, a short bout of flames sparkling against the darkening sky, and one of the smaller Dragons turned to look at him, the black streak down her head, and splitting to run down her neck, clearly visible to him. He let out another roar, only to have the darkness rush at him, and the flowers went flying.
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He bolted up in bed, and saw icy-blue eyes looking back at him. Trying to reach out, and the eyes disappeared. He looked down at Harry, only to find him stretched out like a cat, his back twitching. With a shuddering sigh, Draco shook his head, and rolled onto his side, propped up on his right elbow, left hand working between his lovers shoulders.
"Hmmm... Draco?"
"Yeah."
"Go back to sleep, it's too early to get up."
"Harry, have you ever dreamed of Dragons?"
"I dream about you all the time."
"Not me, you idiot, I mean dragon Dragons."
"Once or twice. Why?"
Harry rolled over, and ran his hands through platinum hair, green eyes locked on silver. Draco draped himself over him, pressing his forehead to his shoulder, reveling in the comfort he felt. There was nothing better than what he had now. There was nothing else he would rather see, or anywhere he'd rather be, at 2:30 in the morning.
"No particular reason."
"There had to be a reason for asking."
"Nothing important."
"You're sure?"
"I wouldn't have said it if I wasn't, Potter."
Harry chuckled and kissed the pale boys throat, pulling the black sheet back over them and linking his fingers with Draco's. It wasn't long before they both drifted off again.
~!*!~
She walked into the Great Hall, surrounded by her friends, and took her seat with the rest of the Quidditch team at the center of the table. She flipped a black plait back over her shoulder, and smiled at her captain, eyes flickering to the Slytherin table. Harry smirked and continued to eat his french toast, but not before noticing the owls that started to deliver the mail. He immediately took the letters and Daily Prophet from Draco's owl Lestat (named after a character from a Muggle book) and gave him a piece of toast before he saw the red envelope dropped into his Beaters lap.
"Excuse me." she said, taking the envelope and leaving the Hall.
Harry looked to Ron and Hermione, then to Zia, the other Beater, and stood up. He finished his milk and left quietly, sending a stay put thought to Draco as he ducked into a corner by where the dark-haired girl had gone to listen to her Howler.
"Don't you DARE question my judgement again, young lady, is that clear?! You don't have the responsibility I do, and therefore, do not have the right to tell me what is and is not a good call! I will do what I please, when I please, in whatever manner I see fit, and if you ever question me again, you'll see yourself dragged out of Hogwarts faster than you could fly on that damn broom of yours!"
His eyes narrowed as he saw her eyes widen in fear, tears making their way down her cheeks as the Howler took a breath. Obviously shed made a bad choice, and questioned this person, but from what he could tell, Nathalie Sparks had not deserved this. She was too perfect. True, she got into her fair amount of trouble every now and again, but that was normal for a Gryffindor.
"Now, on a lighter note, I do want to thank you for owling me with the information on Malfoy."
Harry's attention was immediately focused on the Howler.
"From what Brock says, he's entered the Possession Stage, and after what you told me about last night, I would have to agree with you and say Potters got it worse. Do you think it possible that he knows about the Stone? Owl me using Perseus, hell know where to take the letters. Oh, and Teek says she hopes you're enjoying yourself. She's making it a point to come out and see the first Match. Love you, Cherie. Au voir."
Harry didn't like the sound of that. Nor did he like how Nathalie's eyes found him as he pushed himself farther into the darkness. She wiped her cheeks and smiled at him, motioning for him to follow her with a simple nod of her head. He gave her a bit of space before walking after her, and soon found himself on the Quidditch Pitch. She didn't stop walking until she reached the center of the pitch, where there was a scorch mark from something he didn't remember.
"Nathalie, what's going on?"
"You were smart, to warn the whole of Hogwarts of the consequences that would come should they question your relationship with Malfoy."
"That doesn't answer my question."
"I know it didn't. Harry, I can't tell you much, it's not my place, but I can tell you that what you're seeking lies in the Hall of Kings."
"How do you know about the Hall?"
"All Necromancers know about the Hall of Kings. We guarded it, and Lucifer."
"Sweet. Mother. Of. Merlin."
"No, she's dead, and refuses to be brought back. I'm not authorized to tell you too much, but I can tell you that you have the means to get to the Hall, if you only find it."
"That makes little to no sense, Nathalie. Does Dumbledore know that you're a Necromancer?"
"I've been admitted to Hogwarts on special assignment: to make sure you don't blow anything up while your Power comes to its strongest stage."
"It is at its strongest stage. All that I have to do is reopen the Hall, and I will be complete."
"And where will Malfoy be once that happens?"
"By my side, where he belongs. But until I get the Hall open, I need to know where I can find the pendant Necromancers gave Lucifer."
"Ah, you mean the Blood Stone. Kain has it."
"Kain? As in the vampire?"
"No, he's the head of the Order of Dragons. I'm sure you've heard of it."
Harry gave a dry chuckle, and stood on the burn spot, holding Nathalie's gaze as he shifted. She gave him a smirk worthy of Slytherin, and shifted herself. A deep antique gold color, with brighter accents, she was a bit smaller than Harry, who was now about the size of a Clydesdale horse, and where her black braids had been, were now black streaks, accenting her sleek head, and splitting into two streaks down her neck, a gold stipe between.
"All things considered, Nathalie, I think that he's about ready to step down."
"He's older than you think."
"And my Power is older than anything living, and if he plans on staying on my-"
He was cut off by a loud roar, and Draco landed between the two, growling as he arched and let out another roar. Harry shifted back, then Nathalie, but Draco remained in his Dragon form.
"Draco, stand down, Nathalie is-"
"You were the one in my dream. What's that field, and what's the glinting?"
"I may have been present in your dream, but I don't know what you're referring to."
"Bull shit you don't know! The large Dragon had a glinting on his chest, and you turned back and looked at me. It was too clear, too perfect to have just been a dream."
"You're right, it wasn't my doing. I don't have the ability to project images into ones subconscious. Gentlemen, I can't give you the answers you want, because I don't have them all, but I will arrange for you to meet someone who has most of them. Harry, I have to practice, we have a match on the first, against Slytherin if I'm not mistaken. Zia will be out shortly, as breakfast is almost over."
"When should-"
"I'll contact you. Malfoy, if you have any more dreams with me in them, I would advise you to tell your Mate immediately. Now, gentlemen, if you'll excuse me."
She turned and walked away, quite aware of Draco's glowing stare after her. With another smirk, she looked back over her shoulder, and the Slytherin shifted back, letting Harry pull him back against his chest.
"I would advise getting yourselves some money, it is a Hogsmeade weekend after all"
~TBC~
Well, I don't know what to say about this chapter, except that I know you probably have questions. Well, send them my way. Expect a new chapter some time towards the end of the week, Thursday or Friday.
by T.K. Yuy
Chapter 9- In Dreams
~~~~~
Dark. Cold. Wind howling by his ears, the dirt scraping against his cheeks as he tried to push forward. He knew this place better than he knew anything. He'd been coming there since before he could remember.
The dim light that he followed surged, engulfing everything, and he found himself standing in a large field, swaying in the now gentle breeze. At the edge, there were tall trees that seemed to support the purple and orange sky, and throughout it all, wild flowers of every type bended to the wind. In the distant sky, he could make out the forms of three Dragons heading towards him, one with a glittering at its chest. He squinted, trying to make out what it was, but missed it as they rushed by him, their roars breaking the peaceful silence. As the sound waves disappeared over the field, he opened his mouth and let loose one of his own. The lead Dragon turned its head to look at him, and he again saw the glinting.
"What is it?" he screamed, throwing his arms into the air. "Tell me what it is!"
He let his wings burst free, the green flashing with electricity slightly reminiscent of a storm cloud waiting to break. The Dragon snorted, a short bout of flames sparkling against the darkening sky, and one of the smaller Dragons turned to look at him, the black streak down her head, and splitting to run down her neck, clearly visible to him. He let out another roar, only to have the darkness rush at him, and the flowers went flying.
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He bolted up in bed, and saw icy-blue eyes looking back at him. Trying to reach out, and the eyes disappeared. He looked down at Harry, only to find him stretched out like a cat, his back twitching. With a shuddering sigh, Draco shook his head, and rolled onto his side, propped up on his right elbow, left hand working between his lovers shoulders.
"Hmmm... Draco?"
"Yeah."
"Go back to sleep, it's too early to get up."
"Harry, have you ever dreamed of Dragons?"
"I dream about you all the time."
"Not me, you idiot, I mean dragon Dragons."
"Once or twice. Why?"
Harry rolled over, and ran his hands through platinum hair, green eyes locked on silver. Draco draped himself over him, pressing his forehead to his shoulder, reveling in the comfort he felt. There was nothing better than what he had now. There was nothing else he would rather see, or anywhere he'd rather be, at 2:30 in the morning.
"No particular reason."
"There had to be a reason for asking."
"Nothing important."
"You're sure?"
"I wouldn't have said it if I wasn't, Potter."
Harry chuckled and kissed the pale boys throat, pulling the black sheet back over them and linking his fingers with Draco's. It wasn't long before they both drifted off again.
~!*!~
She walked into the Great Hall, surrounded by her friends, and took her seat with the rest of the Quidditch team at the center of the table. She flipped a black plait back over her shoulder, and smiled at her captain, eyes flickering to the Slytherin table. Harry smirked and continued to eat his french toast, but not before noticing the owls that started to deliver the mail. He immediately took the letters and Daily Prophet from Draco's owl Lestat (named after a character from a Muggle book) and gave him a piece of toast before he saw the red envelope dropped into his Beaters lap.
"Excuse me." she said, taking the envelope and leaving the Hall.
Harry looked to Ron and Hermione, then to Zia, the other Beater, and stood up. He finished his milk and left quietly, sending a stay put thought to Draco as he ducked into a corner by where the dark-haired girl had gone to listen to her Howler.
"Don't you DARE question my judgement again, young lady, is that clear?! You don't have the responsibility I do, and therefore, do not have the right to tell me what is and is not a good call! I will do what I please, when I please, in whatever manner I see fit, and if you ever question me again, you'll see yourself dragged out of Hogwarts faster than you could fly on that damn broom of yours!"
His eyes narrowed as he saw her eyes widen in fear, tears making their way down her cheeks as the Howler took a breath. Obviously shed made a bad choice, and questioned this person, but from what he could tell, Nathalie Sparks had not deserved this. She was too perfect. True, she got into her fair amount of trouble every now and again, but that was normal for a Gryffindor.
"Now, on a lighter note, I do want to thank you for owling me with the information on Malfoy."
Harry's attention was immediately focused on the Howler.
"From what Brock says, he's entered the Possession Stage, and after what you told me about last night, I would have to agree with you and say Potters got it worse. Do you think it possible that he knows about the Stone? Owl me using Perseus, hell know where to take the letters. Oh, and Teek says she hopes you're enjoying yourself. She's making it a point to come out and see the first Match. Love you, Cherie. Au voir."
Harry didn't like the sound of that. Nor did he like how Nathalie's eyes found him as he pushed himself farther into the darkness. She wiped her cheeks and smiled at him, motioning for him to follow her with a simple nod of her head. He gave her a bit of space before walking after her, and soon found himself on the Quidditch Pitch. She didn't stop walking until she reached the center of the pitch, where there was a scorch mark from something he didn't remember.
"Nathalie, what's going on?"
"You were smart, to warn the whole of Hogwarts of the consequences that would come should they question your relationship with Malfoy."
"That doesn't answer my question."
"I know it didn't. Harry, I can't tell you much, it's not my place, but I can tell you that what you're seeking lies in the Hall of Kings."
"How do you know about the Hall?"
"All Necromancers know about the Hall of Kings. We guarded it, and Lucifer."
"Sweet. Mother. Of. Merlin."
"No, she's dead, and refuses to be brought back. I'm not authorized to tell you too much, but I can tell you that you have the means to get to the Hall, if you only find it."
"That makes little to no sense, Nathalie. Does Dumbledore know that you're a Necromancer?"
"I've been admitted to Hogwarts on special assignment: to make sure you don't blow anything up while your Power comes to its strongest stage."
"It is at its strongest stage. All that I have to do is reopen the Hall, and I will be complete."
"And where will Malfoy be once that happens?"
"By my side, where he belongs. But until I get the Hall open, I need to know where I can find the pendant Necromancers gave Lucifer."
"Ah, you mean the Blood Stone. Kain has it."
"Kain? As in the vampire?"
"No, he's the head of the Order of Dragons. I'm sure you've heard of it."
Harry gave a dry chuckle, and stood on the burn spot, holding Nathalie's gaze as he shifted. She gave him a smirk worthy of Slytherin, and shifted herself. A deep antique gold color, with brighter accents, she was a bit smaller than Harry, who was now about the size of a Clydesdale horse, and where her black braids had been, were now black streaks, accenting her sleek head, and splitting into two streaks down her neck, a gold stipe between.
"All things considered, Nathalie, I think that he's about ready to step down."
"He's older than you think."
"And my Power is older than anything living, and if he plans on staying on my-"
He was cut off by a loud roar, and Draco landed between the two, growling as he arched and let out another roar. Harry shifted back, then Nathalie, but Draco remained in his Dragon form.
"Draco, stand down, Nathalie is-"
"You were the one in my dream. What's that field, and what's the glinting?"
"I may have been present in your dream, but I don't know what you're referring to."
"Bull shit you don't know! The large Dragon had a glinting on his chest, and you turned back and looked at me. It was too clear, too perfect to have just been a dream."
"You're right, it wasn't my doing. I don't have the ability to project images into ones subconscious. Gentlemen, I can't give you the answers you want, because I don't have them all, but I will arrange for you to meet someone who has most of them. Harry, I have to practice, we have a match on the first, against Slytherin if I'm not mistaken. Zia will be out shortly, as breakfast is almost over."
"When should-"
"I'll contact you. Malfoy, if you have any more dreams with me in them, I would advise you to tell your Mate immediately. Now, gentlemen, if you'll excuse me."
She turned and walked away, quite aware of Draco's glowing stare after her. With another smirk, she looked back over her shoulder, and the Slytherin shifted back, letting Harry pull him back against his chest.
"I would advise getting yourselves some money, it is a Hogsmeade weekend after all"
~TBC~
Well, I don't know what to say about this chapter, except that I know you probably have questions. Well, send them my way. Expect a new chapter some time towards the end of the week, Thursday or Friday.