Chapter Three: Slytherins and Gryffindors
Draco walked into the great hall having taken his time getting there. He walked over to the half way full table of Slytherins, passing by the practically empty tables of the other three houses.
Most people in the school looked over at their table with scorn, believing them all to be the same, dark power hungry witches and wizards. There were really three kinds of Slytherins.
The first being the least noticed. There were about three per year, making around twenty-one. These were the Slytherins who, simply put, hated Voldemort. They were the few and the silent.
Hardly anyone acknowledged their existence in this school, besides the other Slytherins, who despised them.
The next group were the naïveté. These were the Slytherins who, if they didn't already support the dark mark, it was only a matter of time.
The last group, the one Draco belonged to, where those who came from families of death eaters. This was by far the majority. These people knew they would either take the dark mark eventually, or die. They put it off as long as they could, enjoying life for as long as they could before being shunned by society, and having to hide their true faces.
Draco's mind flashed to the image of his arms. It was ironic, but Draco knew that he would never need to worry himself over the dark mark again. After all, his arms were already swamped with tattoos.
It felt as though a huge weight was lifted off him, knowing those markings were on his arms. Knowing that he had, even if it were strange, a life marked out for him. That life had little to do with Voldemort, as little as any life could in this day and age.
"You're late." Pansy stated as he sat down by her.
"Yeah, bad dream. It kept me longer then I had planned." He replied.
"Take some dreamless sleep potion; I'm sure Snape will give you some."
"Good idea, I'll ask him after class today."
She nodded and they ate.
"You know Draco," she started having finished. "You seem to be a little bit happier then normal, and with a bad dream that strikes me as odd."
"I just feel as if I had a great burden released from me when I walked in here that's all."
"Your father sent my father an owl, my father owled me and said you'll be taking the mark in October, His lordships orders." She smirked, "Do you still feel fine?"
"Yes," he said almost grinning at her, "I believe I do."
"Then whatever happened to you, I wish would happen to me." She pouted. "I'm taking mine in November."
"Pansy, look at me." She did.
"You do not want what happened to me, no matter how cheerful I might seem." He said darkly, looking at her as if she had just done something horribly wrong.
"What did happen to you, if you don't mind me asking?"
"Promise not to tell a soul?" he inquired, eyebrow raised.
"Not unless my life's on the line." From any Slytherin, that was a definitely.
"Come with me, I don't want anyone else to see."
They walked out of the hall and turned down into the common room. Everyone was up at breakfast by then so it was empty.
Draco pulled up his sleeves and showed them to Pansy.
"Cool!" she cooed, "Where did you get it done?"
"Nowhere, this came from my dream."
"Your dream? As in residue?"
Dream residue is an old wives tale among pure blood families. It states that if a dream holds any truth, of the future, or past, then something will happen. Whether it is a scars pain, mumbled words or arm tattoos, something will always occur to let you know, that your dream was indeed true.
Draco nodded at pansy's comment.
"What did you dream?"
"My past, and my future at the same time, I'm still making sense of it, and parts seem too unreal to put simply." He looked down at his arms and rubbed the markings, "But I know I wont ever have to take the dark mark. What I will have to do, may just be worse though."
"Oh Draco, are they magic? Will they fade, they are gorgeous!!"
"I don't think they will leave me until my corpse rots and they are passed on."
"Passed on?" Pansy interrupted, "what do you mean?"
Draco sighed, "I've worn these before, many times, in many lives, once this shell is gone they will go on my next body."
"Why keep yourself marked like that?"
"It's my punishment from deeds I can't change that were done so long ago that I know those records aren't kept."
"Does anyone share this burden, or is it just you?"
Draco remembered the last couple in his dream, the person standing by him, "One person, but that person doesn't yet know I don't believe, and it would be VERY good if they never found out. Pansy you must promise me again not to tell anyone."
"I promise." And from a Slytherin, it meant that not even death could part the information from them.
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Hermione sat, moving her eggs about on her plate.
Ron, Harry, Ginny, and Lavender all watched her with growing concern. She was never this quiet on the first day of classes.
"Mione?" Ron started to say but he was interrupted by a glass chiming. Dumbledore stood and Ron knew he couldn't speak until the headmaster was done.
"May I have your attention, I know that the entire hall is not present, but I know word will get to them, for year's one through five and year seven, there will be a masquerade on Halloween, this should give you plenty of time to prepare.
"Sixth years, as many might have noticed, are not included for they will be taking a class trip during the month of October. Further details on this trip shall be provided later tonight in this hall, after dinner for all Sixth years to attend. Now I believe classes should start soon, so off you all go." And he waved at them to get up and start leaving. Once out of the hall Ron tried again, "What is bothering you Mione?"
"Nothing really, just the dream I had last night."
"The one she refused to tell me about." Lavender added.
"Come on Mione tell us, maybe it will help?" Harry suggested.
"Maybe later." She told them, not really planning on keeping that particular promise.
The other four shrugged and decided to leave it be. Ginny left the group at the staircases as she went to charms.
The rest walked down to the Potions classroom.
"Is it me, or does Malfoy seem to be smiling?" Harry confused.
The other three looked over quickly, and then nodded at Harry.
"I wonder what happened to him. Finally found the right bitch?" Lavender suggested.
They all laughed, even Hermione couldn't help herself.
"Yeah right who would ever?" Ron asked.
They all laughed again.
"Forty points from Gryffindor for laughing in my class room," Snape said coldly as he entered the room.
Everyone shut up and faced foreword without a second thought.
"Now since I really don't feel like grading essays right off the bat, you all will be creating potions known as Alamesios. Any one care to brief me on the strangeness of the name?"
Hermione kept her hand down. She didn't like this answer.
Harry noted this and noted how Malfoy had raised his hand.
"Well, isn't this a pleasant change, Mr. Malfoy?"
"It comes from Atlas- Alamesios, which is the true name for the fabled isle of Atlantis." He said easily.
"Interesting, not the answer I was looking for but close, Ms. Granger?" He asked, even though her hand was down, he knew that out of everyone, she might have the correct answer.
"It means Perfection. And since majority of this class can't make perfect potions, not even myself at times; it's ironic that we might be making perfection itself, as the potion is sometimes referred to as."
"Yes, and oddly enough you and Mr. Malfoy answered the question from the two views I wasn't expecting." He turned and started to write on the board "both of your fellow classmates are correct, however most learn that Alamesios makes things return to their original form, and that is considered perfection. Mr. Malfoy gave how its name is in the true name of Atlantis, which is not known for sure. Atlantis as the fable goes, believed itself above the gods, and it was punished for it.
"Ms. Granger said that Alamesios means perfection, which is not necessarily true as the fact that Alamesios is in a tongue long lost, and how Ms. Granger believes to know that it means perfection comes to me a little odd. Either way, you get the idea." Snape regarded the two once more. "Both Ms. Granger and Mr. Malfoy shall remain after class."
Pansy looked over at Hermione with a calculating look. "Draco," she whispered.
"Later," he hissed.
She obeyed.
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AN: chapter three all done.
Review please and tell me what you thing
Relena
Draco walked into the great hall having taken his time getting there. He walked over to the half way full table of Slytherins, passing by the practically empty tables of the other three houses.
Most people in the school looked over at their table with scorn, believing them all to be the same, dark power hungry witches and wizards. There were really three kinds of Slytherins.
The first being the least noticed. There were about three per year, making around twenty-one. These were the Slytherins who, simply put, hated Voldemort. They were the few and the silent.
Hardly anyone acknowledged their existence in this school, besides the other Slytherins, who despised them.
The next group were the naïveté. These were the Slytherins who, if they didn't already support the dark mark, it was only a matter of time.
The last group, the one Draco belonged to, where those who came from families of death eaters. This was by far the majority. These people knew they would either take the dark mark eventually, or die. They put it off as long as they could, enjoying life for as long as they could before being shunned by society, and having to hide their true faces.
Draco's mind flashed to the image of his arms. It was ironic, but Draco knew that he would never need to worry himself over the dark mark again. After all, his arms were already swamped with tattoos.
It felt as though a huge weight was lifted off him, knowing those markings were on his arms. Knowing that he had, even if it were strange, a life marked out for him. That life had little to do with Voldemort, as little as any life could in this day and age.
"You're late." Pansy stated as he sat down by her.
"Yeah, bad dream. It kept me longer then I had planned." He replied.
"Take some dreamless sleep potion; I'm sure Snape will give you some."
"Good idea, I'll ask him after class today."
She nodded and they ate.
"You know Draco," she started having finished. "You seem to be a little bit happier then normal, and with a bad dream that strikes me as odd."
"I just feel as if I had a great burden released from me when I walked in here that's all."
"Your father sent my father an owl, my father owled me and said you'll be taking the mark in October, His lordships orders." She smirked, "Do you still feel fine?"
"Yes," he said almost grinning at her, "I believe I do."
"Then whatever happened to you, I wish would happen to me." She pouted. "I'm taking mine in November."
"Pansy, look at me." She did.
"You do not want what happened to me, no matter how cheerful I might seem." He said darkly, looking at her as if she had just done something horribly wrong.
"What did happen to you, if you don't mind me asking?"
"Promise not to tell a soul?" he inquired, eyebrow raised.
"Not unless my life's on the line." From any Slytherin, that was a definitely.
"Come with me, I don't want anyone else to see."
They walked out of the hall and turned down into the common room. Everyone was up at breakfast by then so it was empty.
Draco pulled up his sleeves and showed them to Pansy.
"Cool!" she cooed, "Where did you get it done?"
"Nowhere, this came from my dream."
"Your dream? As in residue?"
Dream residue is an old wives tale among pure blood families. It states that if a dream holds any truth, of the future, or past, then something will happen. Whether it is a scars pain, mumbled words or arm tattoos, something will always occur to let you know, that your dream was indeed true.
Draco nodded at pansy's comment.
"What did you dream?"
"My past, and my future at the same time, I'm still making sense of it, and parts seem too unreal to put simply." He looked down at his arms and rubbed the markings, "But I know I wont ever have to take the dark mark. What I will have to do, may just be worse though."
"Oh Draco, are they magic? Will they fade, they are gorgeous!!"
"I don't think they will leave me until my corpse rots and they are passed on."
"Passed on?" Pansy interrupted, "what do you mean?"
Draco sighed, "I've worn these before, many times, in many lives, once this shell is gone they will go on my next body."
"Why keep yourself marked like that?"
"It's my punishment from deeds I can't change that were done so long ago that I know those records aren't kept."
"Does anyone share this burden, or is it just you?"
Draco remembered the last couple in his dream, the person standing by him, "One person, but that person doesn't yet know I don't believe, and it would be VERY good if they never found out. Pansy you must promise me again not to tell anyone."
"I promise." And from a Slytherin, it meant that not even death could part the information from them.
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Hermione sat, moving her eggs about on her plate.
Ron, Harry, Ginny, and Lavender all watched her with growing concern. She was never this quiet on the first day of classes.
"Mione?" Ron started to say but he was interrupted by a glass chiming. Dumbledore stood and Ron knew he couldn't speak until the headmaster was done.
"May I have your attention, I know that the entire hall is not present, but I know word will get to them, for year's one through five and year seven, there will be a masquerade on Halloween, this should give you plenty of time to prepare.
"Sixth years, as many might have noticed, are not included for they will be taking a class trip during the month of October. Further details on this trip shall be provided later tonight in this hall, after dinner for all Sixth years to attend. Now I believe classes should start soon, so off you all go." And he waved at them to get up and start leaving. Once out of the hall Ron tried again, "What is bothering you Mione?"
"Nothing really, just the dream I had last night."
"The one she refused to tell me about." Lavender added.
"Come on Mione tell us, maybe it will help?" Harry suggested.
"Maybe later." She told them, not really planning on keeping that particular promise.
The other four shrugged and decided to leave it be. Ginny left the group at the staircases as she went to charms.
The rest walked down to the Potions classroom.
"Is it me, or does Malfoy seem to be smiling?" Harry confused.
The other three looked over quickly, and then nodded at Harry.
"I wonder what happened to him. Finally found the right bitch?" Lavender suggested.
They all laughed, even Hermione couldn't help herself.
"Yeah right who would ever?" Ron asked.
They all laughed again.
"Forty points from Gryffindor for laughing in my class room," Snape said coldly as he entered the room.
Everyone shut up and faced foreword without a second thought.
"Now since I really don't feel like grading essays right off the bat, you all will be creating potions known as Alamesios. Any one care to brief me on the strangeness of the name?"
Hermione kept her hand down. She didn't like this answer.
Harry noted this and noted how Malfoy had raised his hand.
"Well, isn't this a pleasant change, Mr. Malfoy?"
"It comes from Atlas- Alamesios, which is the true name for the fabled isle of Atlantis." He said easily.
"Interesting, not the answer I was looking for but close, Ms. Granger?" He asked, even though her hand was down, he knew that out of everyone, she might have the correct answer.
"It means Perfection. And since majority of this class can't make perfect potions, not even myself at times; it's ironic that we might be making perfection itself, as the potion is sometimes referred to as."
"Yes, and oddly enough you and Mr. Malfoy answered the question from the two views I wasn't expecting." He turned and started to write on the board "both of your fellow classmates are correct, however most learn that Alamesios makes things return to their original form, and that is considered perfection. Mr. Malfoy gave how its name is in the true name of Atlantis, which is not known for sure. Atlantis as the fable goes, believed itself above the gods, and it was punished for it.
"Ms. Granger said that Alamesios means perfection, which is not necessarily true as the fact that Alamesios is in a tongue long lost, and how Ms. Granger believes to know that it means perfection comes to me a little odd. Either way, you get the idea." Snape regarded the two once more. "Both Ms. Granger and Mr. Malfoy shall remain after class."
Pansy looked over at Hermione with a calculating look. "Draco," she whispered.
"Later," he hissed.
She obeyed.
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AN: chapter three all done.
Review please and tell me what you thing
Relena