Title: Elementals of Magic: Prophecy of Lies
Author name and e-mail: mistykasumi at SeducerofFantasy@hotmail.com
Summary: A 7th year contest causes Harry and Draco to bond, setting off a prophecy long ago stopped by the interference of Sirius Black. A prophecy that told of Voldemort's destruction.
Rating: PG-13
Category: Action/Adventure/Romance
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any related characters and objects. They belong to J. K. Rowling, Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Inc., Warner Bros, and anyone else with copyrights. I, however, do own the plot of this, and any original items, characters, spells, and other objects do belong to me.
Dedication: IcyEyes202, for being a dear!
Homepage: http://www.angelfire.com/nb/nottemptation/index.html
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Chapter 8
Return of an Old Friend
Draco, walking by Blaise on his way to the dorm, couldn't help stopping and asking him about his father's once-fiancée.
"Blaise, do you have an Aunt Alexandra?"
Blaise's eyes narrowed.
"I was wondering when you would start taunting me about it. After all, your father ditched my aunt to marry your mother. Look what good it did him. Aunt Alexandra had everything, power, status, wealth. Your mother was nothing but a trashy whore. And to think, your father had the bad taste to pick a Moore over a Zabini, an enemy over a comrade. Lucius will get what he deserves, as soon as he falls out of favor with the Dark Lord. And so will your mother, and you, who wasn't supposed to exist in the first place."
Draco shoved Blaise against the wall.
"Say that about my family again, and you'll regret it!" he spat.
"What are you going to do now, Moore? Going to use the same curse Lucius used on my aunt and send me to St. Mungo's, too? Pathetic, aren't you? I'm waiting, Moore." Blaise taunted.
Draco kneed Blaise hard in the crotch; Blaise doubled over in pain. As Draco walked away, he pointed his wand at Blaise.
"Crucio!" Blaise's screams filled the common room as Draco shut the door to the Seventh Years' dorms.
***
Narcissa scanned the silver words on the page. How did he find out? He wasn't supposed to know, not yet. She wasn't ready to tell him about the whole sordid affair. She couldn't stand the thought of him hating her or leaving her.
What am I supposed to tell that son of mine?
Narcissa had absolutely no clue as she gazed down again at his words.
Mother, I need some answers. First of all, do you think you could get in contact with Victoria? Also, what did Father curse Alexandra Zabini with?
Damnit. This was not going to be easy. Especially with all the lies over the years. And it was all her cousin's fault.
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It was the week of the first contest. Before dinner on Monday, Dumbledore gave out an announcement.
"The first contest of the Founders' Pride will happen this Saturday. On Sunday, October 26, there will be an All-Hollow's Eve Masquerade! The champions MUST attend. The Masquerade starts at seven and will end at Midnight."
Harry groaned. A Masquerade? Now he'll have to buy a costume and everything.
Draco felt the exact same way. A Masquerade? He had been to enough Death Eater parties and balls to last a lifetime. And he had no idea what to dress up as.
***
On Friday, as Harry walked towards the Library in hopes of looking up curses for the first contest, he bumped into someone.
"Harry?"
Harry looked up.
"Morgan? What are you doing here?"
It was Morgan Le Fey, dressed in splendid crimson robes and an elegant silver cloak. Her black hair contrasted sharply with the silver cloak, and brown eyes flecked with amber looked down at him.
"Dumbledore called me here for a favor. So, how have you been, Harry?"
"Nervous."
"Not unexpected, given that tomorrow's the first contest of the Founders' Pride. Good luck, I hope you win."
"Thanks, Morgan."
Just then, Draco showed up, clearly thinking along the same lines as Harry. He stopped when he saw Harry and Morgan.
Draco glared at Harry before stepping up to Morgan.
"Hello, Miss. I haven't seen you here before. Would you like a tour of the castle?" Draco asked charmingly.
Morgan looked at Draco with disgust on her face.
"Are you a Malfoy?"
Draco nodded.
"I thought so. After all, only Malfoys have that ugly shade of grey for their eyes. And, of course, the veela hair. I only wish I had cursed Albert Malfoy before he had children. Malfoys are still sliming up the world, and to think I could have stopped it. Let's go, Harry. Malfoys are unworthy of my presence."
Draco stood, shocked, as Morgan and Harry walked away. How dare she call him slime? No wonder she had the bad taste of liking Potter. The Slytherin stormed away, intent on finding someone to vent his anger on.
***
Harry looked at Morgan, shocked.
"I never knew you had a vendetta against Malfoy. What did that Albert do?"
"Same as all the others, chasing after me. He was unstoppable! And married, too, to a Peony Parkinson, if I remember correctly."
Harry wondered if all the Parkinsons had flowers for their names. At least, the female ones.
"I had no choice but to turn him into a frog. Really, a shame Malfoys exist. The family was always a disgrace."
And Malfoy had the dignity to call him a disgrace with such a colorful history? Harry shook his head.
"So, what are you doing now, Morgan?"
"I've opened a dress robes shop in Diagon Alley and in Hogsmeade. Why don't you recommend people to my shop for the All-Hollow's Eve Masquerade?"
"Nothing escapes you, Morgan."
"Of course not. After all, I am famous."
***
"Guess what, Morgan's back."
"Morgan? The one we rescued?" Hermione asked.
Harry glanced around to see if anybody had overheard. No one seemed to have.
"Keep your voice down. And yes, the same Morgan."
"What's she doing here?" asked Ron.
"She said that Dumbledore called her here for a favor. Exactly what, she didn't tell me. Have you decided what to dress up as for the Masquerade? Morgan wants me to recommend people to go to her shop."
Hermione and Ron both nodded.
"What about you, Harry?"
"I have an idea, but I'm not sure yet. I'm glad we don't have to get partners for this one. I can't go with Parvati again, after Fourth Year. Lavender has that Ravenclaw boyfriend. And you're my friend, 'Mione, so I can't really go with you. I'm out of choices if we do have to get a dance partner." Harry had another reason for not going with Hermione. Ron had been in love with her ever since the Yule Ball in Fourth Year, and Harry wasn't going to betray his best friend.
"Don't worry, I'm sure plenty of girls will be lining up to ask you," Hermione said brightly.
"Don't remind me about that. I think I'll go back to the Library. After all, I didn't even get to go in the first time."
***
The common room was full of speculation about the first contest the next day. Blaise smiled sinisterly to himself. Yes, what he had requested from his father had just arrived in the morning. Malfoy was going to pay.
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Edited 10/23/02
