~¤~ THE PROPHECY OF DRACO ~¤~
By Crimson Flame
Disclaimer:::
See chapter 1 for more details…..
Timeline:::
Ok now I'm sure. ^__^ Everything has happened as according to the books. However in my fic it has happened earlier. Harry was born in 1976, his parents died in 1977 and so on and so forth. So it's like shifting everything backwards a few years. Um..Did you get that? Tell me if you don't coz it is quite important to the plot later on.
Notes:::
This story slightly AU (Alternate Universe)…See the timeline factor and just my frail attempts to justify certain situations...
It may progress to be a HP/DM story in future chapters but nothing excessive. (Just a little kissing, touching, hugging, blushing, etc.) ^___^;; Hehehe. However, please give this fic a chance even if you're an anti-slash reader.
This fic may span from 15-17 chapters, maybe more maybe less, but around there.
Key words:::
7th year, Harry, Draco, Voldermort, Prophecy, Dragons, New Powers (what else?^__^;;), etc.
Summary:::
A class assignment leads to the uncovering of an ancient prophecy, whispered freely among many beasts, yet rarely mentioned by any man. When the time comes, will Harry and Draco play their part in it or will they forge their own destinies…
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"A wise man thinks all that he says. A fool says all that he thinks."
Unknown
~¤ Chapter 2 ¤~
~¤ Are Parselmouths really rare? ¤~
"Go ahead and look around for that new pet, Draco. You've been far too persistent for your own good. I'll see to your other needs. Meet me at the bookshop when you are done."
Aah….A rather elegant creature, that man called Lucius Malfoy. Even the mere tone of his voice makes you feel insignificant next to him. You can't help but to admire his stubborn arrogance and pride. The way he acts, one would think that he believes he is above the human race. He holds himself in such a high position.
"Yes, Father."
The man continued staring down the busy alley and strode off without looking at me once. He always does that, not only while addressing others but even to me as well---his so-called only son. Never does he look directly at you if there is no need for it. It was a cold gesture on his part that would seem to others as cruel and aloof. I think it merely makes him unapproachable and therefore difficult to influence. He is a man of many thoughts, my 'father', and all of them are his very own. Yes, an indomitable ice lord that would take you many uncountable years to melt and shape into your own desired form.
That is why I respect him so. That is why I yearn to be like him. The fact that no one could to tell me what to do with my life and the way I want to live it---that is what I hunger for most of all and try most desperately to obtain. I want to be in control of my life and also my future. I want to live. Really live. Not just to fulfill some secret fate that has already been written since before my very existence. Is that too much to ask? How many of us have actually acquired this gift of living?
I sighed mentally as I headed towards the Magical Menagerie. Kaigara, my eagle-owl was a capable companion and a faithful friend. I mourn his passing last year and prayed that he would be well in the afterlife. But the loss of him meant the loss of a fellow confidant. Laugh if you must, but yes, I do talk to birds. Especially to Kaigara. Thus there is the need for a new pet that would be efficient enough to play that role.
I pushed the creaking door of the enchanted pet shop open and walked in. The proprietor, a witch who wore heavy black glasses, looked up from the magazine on the counter. How she could read through those dark lenses was beyond my comprehension.
"WELCOME TO THE MAGICAL MENAGERIE…." She shouted out aloud to make sure I could hear her above all the squawking and the squeaking. "LOOK AROUND AND….."
While she was shouting, all the noise from the cages dropped down into low murmur. One would think that this was a library if not for the variety of beasts displayed instead of books.
"…ask if you have any questions." She finished in a normal tone, looking around at the strange phenomenon with an ashen face.
I repressed a smirk at her confusion and slowly tilted my head in a slight nod. I made my way down the rows of animals passing the purple toads and orange snails. God forgive if I ever have any of them as my trusted confidants. I walked past more cages in a lazy gait with what I believe would be, a bored look on my face. Then something in one of the corners of the shop caught my weary eyes.
There, in a wired enclosure was a most beautiful creature. The color of its whole body was as white and pure as snow but its eyes were a shining obsidian black with silver-lining slits. It looked like a creation from a painting. Lying there lazily, almost curled up in a ball, its eyes were now wide, looking curiously at me. Most probably it had been overlooked quite too many a time. So transfixed was I by its gaze, I didn't notice the witch closing in on me from behind.
"Pity isn't it, the ugly thing." She stated with twinge of disgust in her voice.
Ugly? Honestly woman, I think you really need an appointment with an optician.
"With that kind of color, it's of no use really. Plus it's too poisonous to be a good choice as a pet. The normal ones are greenish to brown or black in color. I had no trouble selling them out. Great ingredients in potions if you ask me."
"No, I did not ask you." I said coldly. Cold enough to make the woman flinch at the tone of my voice. I had a lot of practice observing my supposed father. I gave her a twisted smile.
"How much?" I add a little venom into my words and the effect was perfect.
"W-w-well, I usually sell them f-for um..13 Sickles and 20 Knuts, You can h-h-have her for half price of course, y-young sir. A-a-after all she is old st-tock." She stammered out, sounding disturbingly like old Professor Quirrell.
"I will pay full price for her just like the others. She is as valuable as them, is she not?"
"Y-yes, young s-sir."
I picked up the cage as the creature stared at me with eyes filled with confusion. All this while she must have tried to make sense of our heated conversation. There, I paid the witch the amount of money that I had offered at the counter. The woman looked relieved as she handed me the cage and the spare change.
"T-thank you, young sir. P-Please don't come a-again."
"What?"
"Isaidpleasecomeagainyoungsir."
"I most certainly will." I said flashing her a brilliant smile that rivaled Lockhart's. The woman almost looked horrified. Her face paled slightly and she tried to smile back but failed. Stifling a laugh, I left the store. Picking up unbearable noise from behind the closed door, I know for a fact that the place has returned to being a regular menagerie instead of a silent library.
I turned around a corner and into a deserted alley. There, I opened up the cage and beckoned my new friend to rest upon my shoulder. I didn't care if the witch said that she was poisonous. I know that I can trust her as she knows that she can trust me.
"You'll need a name my lady. Or have you one already?"
She stared at me in surprise for a while. Then slowly she shook her head, looking a bit downhearted.
"Then, I shall name you Iris. In honor of the lady who gave me life and showed me love. A woman as colorful as her name, and as beautiful as she was wise. She was my flower maiden and I, her silver dragon. Our time together was short but I sorely missed her with all my heart."
All the time she listened to me silently. Then she finally nodded, looking at me understandingly. I smiled a genuine smile as she wrapped her tail around my neck and rested her head on mine, almost hidden in my white blond-locks. I had chosen well. She is a great listener and I immediately felt bonded with my new companion. After all dragons and serpents are kin, are they not?
Pleased with myself, I left the alley and headed towards Quality Quidditch Supplies. I had heard about the latest in broomstick technology. 'Father' can wait.
As I neared the said shop, I caught a glimpse of a familiar raven-haired teenager. He stood in front of the window display of shop with a happy and mischievous grin on his face. I smirked at the thought of catching the teen attempting some ridiculous prank. Looking up, I softly whispered to my newfound friend.
"Come Iris. I would like to introduce you to a certain Mr. Harry Potter."
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My heart pounds in my chest as I felt the rush wind across my warm face. I'd finally managed to lose them in the crowd; after slipping away silently and running like hell in the other direction that is. Really. Hermione and her books and Ron, well he's hopelessly in love with Hermione so he'll go anywhere with her. Don't get me wrong, it's not that I don't enjoy their company. I do. I absolutely love Hermione and Ron. They're the siblings I never had. But you know what they say 'Two's company, and three's a crowd'. I did feel a bit awkward while they were busy exchanging looks and trading kisses, with me beside them all the time. It was like invading onto private matters.
"We don't mind it, mate. We like spending time with you." Ron would say.
"That's right, Harry. No need to feel bad about it." Hermione would add.
But I do. Well, a little. You both should spend more time together making each other happy, not worrying if I felt left out or not. Even if I did. But that's not important! I'm not that selfish mind you. I'm really glad they realized their feelings for each other. I truly am.
I praised myself for my ingenuity. Now that I'm out of the picture, they could have some quality time alone. Even if it was only for a short while; once they realize I was missing, they would come looking for me. They may be in love but they're still are my friends and I know them well. I trust them to.
"Bloody hell Harry! You could have been killed! You-Know-Who is still around you know."
"Harry! You know you're not supposed to go wandering off alone! Something dreadful might have happened."
I could just picture them yelling at me in my mind. Ron looking around fearfully, just to make sure Voldermort wasn't standing right next to him and Hermione giving me her 'You're gonna get into trouble' look. That was why I had to sneak away. They wouldn't let me go otherwise. Of course now that I had some time to spare ….
Needless to say I headed towards my most favorite shop in the whole wide world. When I arrived, I saw this absolutely, undeniably, positively, unmistakably…..( What? You get the picture? Fine! Fine! I'll continue! ). Anyway I saw this absolutely gorgeous racing broom on display. I was sure that my eyes were glittering right this moment. There was a sign that says
"THE HURRICANE"
FOR DISPLAY ONLY
DO NOT TOUCH
Do not touch eh? We'll see about that. A smile crept up my face as my mind made a quick run through of a simple plan. I know, I know. It was immature of me to want to do something like that but I'd like to think that I'm a child at heart. Perhaps it's written in my blood; the blood of a Marauder. Or maybe I'm just trying to make up for lost time. Who knows? Though I can be serious if I want to, mind you. You simply can't run up to the Dark Lord and say "Hi! I know you had an unhappy childhood. So did I! Let's be friends and we can play together. It'll be fun!!" I'd sooner find my head on a swing than see Voldermort down a slide. I know what others expect of me and though it's hard, I just can't bring myself to let them down. Even if I do think it is unfair to have to live my life as others see fit and not as I desired.
I quickly blocked myself from thinking anymore than that lest I sink into another brooding session. I entered the store, briefly registering that it is almost empty except for the few people in the back. The storekeeper was nowhere in sight. Silently thanking the Gods above for such good luck, I looked around the store to make sure no one would notice me and headed towards the display box.
There it was, right for the taking. I reached my hand out to trail along the bristles of the broomtail, my eyes locked on the treasure. Sweet Merlin! I would give anything for a ride on this beauty! The individual twigs felt rough and coarse under my relatively smooth fingers. My hand journeyed up the length of the broomstick marveling the sleek texture of the wood. Cool yet warm to the touch. Such contrasting effects it has on my system. It felt great to feel the strong yet soft handle. Wait a minute!!!
Warm???!!! Soft??!!
My mind snapped back into reality and my eyes began to focus again. As my sight was restored, I realized that the warm and soft object turned out to be a pale hand. My eyes traveled up the hand, across find nicely muscled arms ending at the pale but beautiful face. As my emerald eyes locked with his gray ones, I felt them widen in recognition.
There he stood, blinking at me in shock. Then his eyes narrowed and gave off a dangerous glint. In a voice full of spite, he hissed out:
"Potter. What do you think you are doing?"
Oh God.
"Malfoy."
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First of all thank you to all my reviewers who have kindly lent me a moment of their precious times to leave me a review: This chapter is dedicated to you guys!! ^__^
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Notes:::
(1) Kaigara means 'sea shell' in Japanese. (According to my dictionary). I named Draco's eagle-owl 'coz I couldn't find its name in the books. Anyone knows if it has a real name? Anyway, this name is in honor of the sound of the sea that you're suppose to hear when you put your ear near one. Thus even if you empty all your secrets and voice all your thoughts into a sea shell, the next person who tries to listen from it won't hear anything else but the sea.
(2) The Iris, beautifies the borders in spring and early summer. The plant is named after the rainbow goddess, 'Iris,' from the beauty and variety of colors in the flowers of the genus. From ancient times the stately Iris stood as a symbol of power and majesty - it was dedicated to Juno and was the origin of the scepter. The Egyptians place it on the brow of the Sphinx and on the scepter of their kings, the three leaves of its blossoms symbolize faith, wisdom and courage.
Info from ::: http://www.botanical.com/botanical/mgmh/i/irises08.html
Wow 2nd chap's finished! It's so strenuous getting into Draco's head really! Phew! I'm tired…... Anyway do you like my Draco? Ahem..(points finger) 'my' Draco…Ahem…hehehe. I do hope he is not OOC nor does he sound like a big jerk.^__^;;.
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