~¤~ 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?^__^;;), possible slash, 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…
Legend:::
º…bla bla…º denotes speech in Parseltongue
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"But when you hold me near,
You drown out the crowd,
Try as they may they could never define,
What's been said between your heart and mine…"
When You Say Nothing at All by Ronan Keating
~¤ Chapter 3 ¤~
~¤ Suspicions in a store and discoveries at a dinner ¤~
His gaze was completely locked at the sight in the window, and was completely oblivious of the world around him. Slowly and cautiously, I slipped by him and rushed into the store. As I entered the shop I saw the source of Potter's wonder. It is as they had described in the magazine.
'The Hurricane'- the only one of its kind. Currently the fastest broom in the world; so fast that even world's best professional racer, Audrey Rosenthony was unable to control it due to its amazing immediate response system.
My hand automatically reached out to touch the priceless item, desperate to confirm that it was not merely a dream. Then, something warm covered the top of my hand as opposed to the chill under my palms.
He must have walked in immediately after I did. I don't know. I did not take note of it. The years I've spent alone in the dark fortress have made it easy for me to be distracted by new things.
The idiot boy did not even notice that I was standing right there. The nerve of him! Me! Draco Malfoy! Everyone notices me!
"Potter. What do you think you are doing?"
"Malfoy."
"Potter…grrrr."
"Malfoyyyy…."
"Potter!!!!!"
"Mal…"
"STOP THAT!!!! WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING??!! KINDLY REMOVE THAT.. THAT HAND OF YOURS OFF OF MINE!!!!"
Well that certainly interrupted the contest of 'who-can-say-the-other's-name-in-a-more-disgusted-way' that we had. It also made him realize that he still had his hand where it didn't belong. He quickly jerked his pity-excuse-for-a-hand away as if it had touched a naked flame. Our gazes had locked onto each other in the contest of wills but now he hurriedly looked away, everywhere, save in my direction. His face turned a nice shade of red, from anger or embarrassment I know not.
I looked at my own hand with disgust and muttered under my breath. "Great. Just great. Now I have Potter Germs on my hand. I'll have to scrub it clean for a whole bloody month."
"What did you say Malfoy?" He spared me a glance with a curious twinkle in his emerald eyes. His hearing must have improved over the years for him to hear me.
"I said…Ughh I need no reason to explain it to you! Go fall off a cliff or something!"
The twinkle vanished, his questioning look replaced by an angry scowl. Honestly, the boy's curiosity will kill him one day. I'm sure of it. Sooner or later, he would find out about something he'd rather not. Trust me. I know.
"What are you doing here anyway?" He asked me suspiciously.
"Do you own this store Potter? Or are you too high and mighty that someone like me is not worthy enough to be in your presence?"
"Just answer the question Malfoy. Are you spying on me?"
"Excuse me? Contrary to popular belief the world does not revolve around you Potter. I happen to like this shop."
"Why?" There goes his damn curiosity again. I grow tired of it.
"If there is only one thing in this whole world that I love, then it has to be flying. In one way or another. There is no other greater joy in life."
"In one way or another? You mean there are other ways to fly instead of on a broomstick?"
"Well wouldn't you like to know Potter?" I replied in a little sing-song voice determined to taunt him for all my trouble's worth.
He made no effort to reply. I tried to consider a way of which I can drop this pointless conversation. Then I found the perfect solution.
"The day I tell you that is the day you kiss me." I said smugly. I know Potter won't sink that low. He can't be THAT curious. Could he?
Immediately after, his whole face turned as red as a Christmas stocking and he looked ready to punch me in the nose.
"I would rather kiss a Dementor, thank you very much!!! And you can keep your damn methods to yourself!!!"
Hah! Got you!
"Your loss Potter."
His eyes wandered. I'm sure his trying to think of a nasty retort. Let him try. I'm up for any challenge.
Then they stopped, resting on the spot of white on my head. So he finally noticed my new friend. I had almost forgotten about terrorizing Potter with Iris. Almost.
"Potter. I would like you to meet a new companion of mine, Iris." I said grinning evilly.
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I blinked. A snake? Malfoy has gotten a pet snake? And not just any snake, but a boomslang by the looks of it. Does he know that they are poisonous? Great. Absolutely wonderful. Couldn't he have bought a bunny rabbit instead? The mental image of Draco Malfoy chasing a white blur all over the Slytherin Common Room rushed through my mind.
Guess not.
I tried not to laugh but failed when the thought blossomed to one where a bunny rabbit stood on Professor Snape's head with the said professor boiling with rage and threatening to cook it into rabbit stew. The look of confusion on Malfoy's face only made me laugh even louder.
I struggled to control myself and took another look at the creature. It turned out to be a beautiful serpent with pearl-like scales and soulful dark eyes. I felt pity for the poor thing. It didn't deserve someone as awful and terrible as Malfoy for its keeper. Then I had an idea. Time to put my cursed gift into good use for a change. Looking around to make sure no one was watching us, I turned to the snake and concentrated.
º Iris is it? It's a pleasure to meet you. My name is Harry Potter. Let me tell you about Malfoy. Actually the things I could tell you about him would take me all day so I'll just sum it up for you. He. Is. Not. Nice. He will treat you real badly. But don't worry, I can help you. If you come with me, I could release you into the Forbidden Forrest when we get to Hogwarts. You'll be happy there, I'm sure of it. Well? What do you say? º
At first Iris looked at me in surprise, probably wondering how I could speak her language. Then she shook her pretty little head and said to me in a sweet voice but in a tone full of insight.
º Ah…My dear young Harry Potter,
You claim to know my beloved master,
Judge not too quickly and be many times wiser,
For it is hard to tell, who is friend or foe or neither.º
I gaped. Well I have to admit it. I like this snake a lot. She gives great advice. It just seems like she's giving it to the wrong person. I'm not judging Malfoy too quickly now, am I? Are seven years quick to snakes?
º Well if you're sure. But remember that I'm always there if you change your mind.º
She gave me a serpentine smile.
º Thank you my young sir,
And I will indeed remember.º
Smiling in return, I looked back at Malfoy. To my surprise, I thought I saw a tiny glint of hurt in his eyes but it was quickly replaced by a cold hard look. I must have been dreaming. He smirked at me and told me in an annoyed and lazy tone.
"Must you Potter. Really. Do you have an insatiable urge to go around turning my friends against me?"
But. How? Did he understand me? I wonder if I should add him to my list of mind-readers. Nah. It's probably just a lucky guess. Or maybe he's a Parselmouth too? Who knows?
I was about to answer him that no, I'm just trying to help the poor creature escape an irresponsible master who can't even control himself let alone a poisonous snake----someone could accidentally get seriously injured or even die, not that I'm worried about Malfoy mind you. Just then two loud voices filled the air.
"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."
There they stood, exactly as I thought they would. Ron was looking around terrified and Hermione was giving me the look.
"Better go now Potter. Don't want to worry your bodyguards now do you?"
"Sod off Malfoy."
"Or you'll do what Potter?"
I had to refrain myself from running up to him and punch him in the nose till it damn bloody bleeds. I am always losing control around him. I don't act like myself at all. I wonder why.
"Come on Harry. He's not worth the effort."
"Let's go Harry."
Ron and Hermione were giving me anxious glances. Probably disturbed by the expression of controlled rage on my face.
"Oh fine let's go. See you Malfie."
Pathetic ain't I? To have to resort to name-calling. I grabbed Ron's hand in mine and Hermione's in another and dashed with them out of the store laughing. Nevertheless, I am happy to have the last word.
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Hermione and I stayed with Ron and his family while awaiting the day we set off to King Cross station. It was as we had planned before the summer. I was to meet up with them at Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlor in Diagon Alley. Then we were to go around buying our supplies. I was to slip away when they did not realize it (well it was in my plans) and after all that return to the Burrow till the day we set off to Hogwarts.
So here we are, all gathered at the long table for one last dinner before we leave tomorrow morning. The twins were busy at their shop, the Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes which was a huge success in Hogsmeade. Bill and Percy were still working and Ginny was staying with one of her friends for the summer. That left Hermione and Ron, who sat next to each other trading secret looks and exchanging declarations of love. I took the seat opposite them, and next to Charlie who was taking a break from Dragon-keeping. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley occupied the seats at one end of the table discussing the latest in wizards' politics.
"Noisy love birds aren't they?" Charlie had leaned over and whispered to me.
"You haven't heard the worst of it yet." I whispered back, drinking from a glass of pumpkin juice.
"No. You haven't heard the worst of it."
I nearly blew the juice all over the table. Gulping it down hurriedly, I laughed heartily.
"So Charlie, how are things in Romania?"
"It has been absolutely wonderful!" He beamed. "There are more Longhorn hatchlings this year than there ever were before. That'll be a great boost to their declining numbers. It really is sad that people would go to all that trouble to kill dragons just for their horns or other parts of their bodies for that matter. Luckily that's all in the past now. People don't hunt dragons anymore; if you don't include the poachers that are still out there."
"I see. That's great! I'm really glad."
I really am. Since my fourth year and the First Task, I've held great interests towards dragons. After all, it's not hard to admire their power and magnificence.
"Strange thing is. Recently, researching wizards have found an ancient temple-like structure that seemed to have been built to worship dragons. They've also discovered evidence there, pointing to the actual existence of the Draco-nigenae."
"Draco-nigenae?"
"Yes. The Draco-nigenae are also known as the Dragon People. The legends and myths say that they were a race of dragons who could turn into humans and back again at will. They still retained their natural abilities and magical properties while in human form however; the dragon's speed, their strength, their weaknesses, and their highly adapted senses. They were even rumored to sprout wings on their backs in order to fly. Muggles were said to have mistaken them for angels. Plus they were highly in tuned with nature and the magic within it. This made them very powerful wizards and witches. Few people know about this and even fewer believe it."
"What happened to them? If they are so powerful, then why don't people know about them?"
"Like I said. It was just an old fairytale. No one knows for sure. They have been rumored to be wiped out by us, Wizards and Muggles alike. It's probably just another old wives' tale, but I am kind of fascinated and curious at how these dragons lived. I mean they could be a missing link for all we know. We could be the great, great, great grandchildren of dragons who evolved, with the Draco-nigenae as the first step in evolution."
Wow. My mouth nearly dropped when he said that. All this is beginning to sink in. It's fascinating information. My mind replayed itself to make sure I'd absorbed everything about this amazing story.
"Wait a minute. You said that the Draco-nigenae flew around with wings instead of on brooms?"
"Yes, I did. Did you know…"
Charlie continued on to talk about something but my mind has already drifted away to an earlier conversation.
"If there is only one thing in this whole world that I love, then it has to be flying. In one way or another. There is no other greater joy in life."
"In one way or another? You mean there are other ways to fly instead of on a broomstick?"
"Well wouldn't you like to know Potter?"
"…perhaps they missed the extra limbs while in human forms. Who knows?" Charlie said ending his explanations.
Did Malfoy know? How could he possibly have found out? Perhaps he read about it somewhere.
"Harry?"
"Hmmm?…Oh yes. Who knows?" I agreed softly.
"Who knows indeed."
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Wow that was fast wasn't it??!! I had a sudden spurt of energy!! ^___^;;
Well I did try…Sigh….I can just hope that more people would read this fic out of almost 55,000 of them out there…
Anyway to:
Elleon::: Thanx!! Hopefully I'll continue even if there are no reviews.(But please do. It'll make me so much happier!!) Anyway, I'm not only writing this for you guys to read but also for myself too.^___^
Snuffles::: I'm glad you do!! But hmm..do dogs 'purr'? *smiles* Just kidding!!
Leon::: I'm so happy you like my Draco!! I tried really hard. I really did. ^__^ Let's just hope I can keep at it! And I'll update as soon as I can!!
Notes:::
(1) In case you didn't notice, Draco's new pet is a white snake. A boomslang actually. Boomslangs live in trees and bushes and feed on small animals and bird eggs. They are greenish to brown or black in color and grow to about 1.5 m (about 5 ft) long. The boomslang has a potent venom that it delivers through large, deeply grooved fangs that are located at the rear of the mouth. The bite of the boomslang can be fatal. (Funny thing is..before this I thought boomslangs were a kind of tree!! And Boomslang skin was its bark!! ^__^;;)
Info from ::: Microsoft® Encarta® Encyclopedia 2003. © 1993-2002 Microsoft Corporation. All rights reserved.
(2) In my story, snakes always talk in a poem-like way. I've always wanted to make them more interesting. Hopefully I can come up with enough poems for all the times snakes have to talk (@.@;; What did I get myself into?!!)
(3) I don't really know how Ron and Hermione should act. I've never been in love before. So their actions are based on the observations I have on my currently love-struck friend and her boyfriend. ^__^;;
(4) Draco-nigenae loosely means Dragon-born in latin.
Translation from::: http://catholic.archives.nd.edu/cgi-bin/lookdown.pl
Alright. *hands on hips* Must I repeat myself every single time??? Review now or I'll, I'll, I'll…..*sighs in defeat*…do nothing…..but sulk in a corner for days unend ^___^;;
The next chapter….will be up in a 2-3 days hopefully.