Chapter13
Author note: Hey all. I just read the 5th Harry Potter and discovered somewhat of a disturbing fact. It says in that that Narcissa Malfoy is Sirius Black's cousin in it and as you know, in my fic he was supposed to be Draco's father. So…erm…let's just ignore that little fun fact for the sake of story flow shall we? Hehhe. There's also another rather large fact that clashes with my story that if you've read it you would recognize instantly. I don't want to ruin for you so I won't say. So…that's all, enjoy!
Willow awoke again several hours later in the same spot. She looked down and saw that she was no longer wearing her jean skirt and the Macy's bohemian top she got on sale. Instead of them she saw a long black robe with green trimming. The robe was quite large on her and made of heavy black velvet.
"Mistress, come quickly, she has awoken." Said a voice.
Willow looked up and saw a tiny creature that resembled one of the dwarves in Snow White. The creature was wearing a pillow case with the same m she had seen all around the room. The door opened and a slender blonde woman wearing elegant green robes and matching high heels entered. The woman had sharp features and high cheekbones and was wearing an obscene amount of makeup. The powder on her cheeks was so matted that her skin looked fake. Her lips were a blood red color and her eyes heavy with green eye shadow and black eyeliner.
"O good." The woman said. "Stand her up Tinky." She said to the creature. It went over to Willow and with the help of another that looked like it, hoisted her up onto her feet. The woman came closer. She studied her for a few minutes before the door opened again. Oz came in. Willow tried to shout at him but once again no sound came out. Oz joined the blonde woman.
"Wait, she's trying to say something." Said Oz, looking at Willow who was trying to break free from the bindings around her wrists and ankles and mouthing words furiously. "Take the spell off Narcissa, she's in no condition to do any spells right now or make an escape attempt."
"Well alright. As long as you're sure she'll be no trouble." Said the blonde woman who Willow assumed to be this Narcisssa person. She took out a dark wooden stick from her robes and said a few words Willow couldn't understand, waving the stick as she said them. A purple foggy light shot from the tip of the stick straight at her throat. The light hit and Willow felt a gust of air go down her throat and up her nose. She could speak again.
"Oz, what-what's going on? Who are you and where am I?" Willow said angrily.
"Yes I thought you might say something like that." Oz said. He smirked. His skin started changing. His short bright red hair started getting curly and long and became blonde. His angular face became rounder and softer. In a matter of seconds a completely different person was standing in front of her. A curvy blonde woman in black and purple robes was smirking at her.
"Long time no see huh?"
"Glory? But you're, you're dead!"
"Honey, it takes a little more than what widdle Buffy displayed to kill a god. ESPECIALLY me. I'd put it more as inconveniencing me for a short while. Little bratty Buffy certainly didn't kill me."
"Fine. But who are YOU, where am I, and what do you want?" Willow motioned with her head at Narcissa.
"I, am Narcissa Malfoy and you are so lucky to be in the guest bathroom at the Malfoy mansion."
"Malfoy? Draco-"
"Don't you ever mention that excuse for a son's name in my presence ever again!" She snapped.
"Son?" Willow thought to herself.
"Why am I in a bathtub?" Willow asked and sneered back at Narcissa .
"No more guest bedrooms available I'm afraid? We have weekend guests. And I would be a little more polite to me If I were you. I do control whether you live or die. And believe me, I could kill you with very little effort sweet pea."
"Is that why you kidnapped me? To kill me? That's it?"
Glory clicked her tongue. "That's for us to know and you to find out."
"Now Glory don't be bitter. If she wants to know for what purpose we kidnapped her than that's what she'll get. I don't see any harm in telling her if she's going to die soon anyway." Narcissa said with a smirk.
"Well it's really quite simple you see…actually, no, I retract that statement, it's not. First, we are going to use you, the key, to open the portal and release all hell-"
"I'm not the key." Willow said, hoping that Glory still didn't know the truth.
"Hmm…very clever Willow. Sorry honey but I won't fall for that one again. Your little friends tricked me once, and I admit that was completely my fault for having such dimwitted minions but not this time. Anyway, to the point. Once we open the portal we will create an army of evil creatures and take over the muggle world. It's about time this world was, shall we say, cleansed?"
"Cleansed of what?"
"Well muggles of course." Narcissa replied cheerfully.
"Non magical people? But…why?"
"This is all getting very tiring. I don't feel like telling you anymore. Just do what you're told and you won't have to worry your pretty little head about anything." Glory said waving her hand carelessly.
"But-how do you plan on creating this army? Asking them nicely?"
"Never you mind, never you mind." Said Narcissa. "Now. You will be joining us for dinner so I expect you to be downstairs in the main dining hall promptly at seven o' clock. You must look presentable, there are a few people I would like you to meet. If there is anything you need to ready yourself you may ask one of the house elves." She pointed to the creatures on either side of her.
"No thank you I'm not hungry." Willow said scornfully.
Narcissa sneered at her. "It wasn't an invitation. Stupid girl, it was an order. "Tinky will bring you your clothes shortly. Come, Glory." She motioned to the door and they both left.
* * * * * "They took Willow?" Dawn asked anxiously.
"Unless anyone else has got an explanation for her absence." Said Buffy.
"Maybe she was abducted by UFO's and their stealing her brain for their research!" Andrew suggested excitedly.
No one paid any attention to this remark..
"So…any ideas where to start looking?"
"Locator spell." Said Draco.
"You can try but that's way to obvious. Won't she know that?"
"Not necessarily." Said Giles. "She doesn't know we have Draco."
"Alright I'll give it a try but if we want to be able to find her anywhere on the planet, I might be needing a few things." Said Draco.
"Like…." Xander said impatiently.
"Not things you would find at the corner market…. Sirius?"
Sirius nodded. "I can get em' if you tell me."
"Alright hold on, I have to summon my father's spell book." Draco took out his wand and waved it a few times. "Accio spell book!" He said forcefully and waited. Nothing happened. "Bollocks! Someone must of moved it!"
"What do you mean?" Asked Dawn.
"To do a summoning spell you have to know exactly where the object is and picture it. If it's not there then it doesn't work."
"May I suggest apparation?" Sirius inquired.
"Yeah yeah I know. But I can't be seen or my mum will have a fit. She kicked me out years ago." Draco took out his wand and pointed it at his chest. "Invisinito!" He shouted. He instantly disappeared.
"Er…Draco?" Buffy asked confused. "Did he leave already?"
"No I'm here." Said a disembodied voice. "Invisibility spell. They don't last as long as cloaks but it won't matter, if I'm lucky it will only take a few minutes. Well I know you can't see me but, bye all. With a * pop * Draco was gone.(again)
* * * * * In a moment Draco found himself standing in a dark room in the Malfoy mansion. He found the room much changed. His mother had apparently made it into a wine cellar. However he was not offended the least because it was such a sensible location for a wine cellar. His bedroom had been moved to a spare attic below the house a few years ago because his father needed more space for his Death Eater meetings. During his fifth year, Draco had at least twenty of what his parents reffered to as "dinner guests" at his house every weekend.
Draco adjusted his cloak and was about to put his wand away before thinking better of it and gripping it more firmly in his hand as he walked up the stone steps to the ground floor of the mansion. He leaned his head against the door to listen for people nearby but heard nothing, and opened the door slowly. He crossed the breakfast room and put his head against the door again when he reached the door to the next room. Each time he repeated this through the many lavish rooms, and made sure to be well out of the way each time someone passed through. He did not find this difficult at all though. He had learned every detail of the house when he was a boy, often hiding in his secret spots when his father was particularly angry at him or when he just wanted to be alone. He had remembered the house well but found that the effect was never the same in remembering it as in being in the house. After going through a series of long halls and corridors, the kitchen, tea room, the fifth and the fourth guest bedroom he reached two very large oak doors with detailed carvings in them. He opened the doors and entered a beautiful room with ebony walls and flooring. The dueling room was one room he was particularly fond of. It was a room that was made so he could practice dueling with his father but also partly served as a library. (For this is what it had been before Draco was born) The walls were almost covered with shelves full of dusty old books and small statues of famous Malfoys. What wall space was not occupied by books, had a large framed painting on it. Most of the painting depicted great ancient battles being fought. He went down the short flight of wooden steps into the circular dueling pit. It was lower than the rest of the room. He walked around a little, remembering the musty smell and many times he had come here to find solitude. Hesitantly he exited the room and continued on his way to his father's library, where he was almost certain he would find the spell book he was looking for. After a few minutes of walking (going anywhere in the mansion always took a long time due to the hundred rooms and 10 acres of property) he reached the library, which Draco found exactly the same as he had left it. The strong smell of his father's cologne was still there. Draco's stomach gave an unpleasant lurch. Any memory, anything that made it seem like his father was still there made him mildly sick; his mother for example. His father had spent so much time there when he was alive that the scent had become permanent. All of his belongings were exactly where he always kept them. His mother had apparently made the room into a kind of shine for Lucius. He searched around the room for the book. He searched through the piles of books and papers. He couldn't find it anywhere in the room but couldn't think of any other place it would be. He threw the books he was holding down on the floor in frustration. Then, realizing that his mother wouldn't notice and become suspicious, he picked them up again quickly and placed them back where they were originally. He was walking hurriedly down the corridor and away from the library when he heard a familiar voice. A woman's voice, but definitely not his mother's. He looked around anxiously, hearing the voices coming nearer and nearer until they were completely clear.
* meanwhile * "Get your hands off me I can walk just fine."
"This way Ms. Divus, Mistress Malfoy and her godliness are expecting you very shortly."
"Divus?"
"Yes, have you forgotten? Your real name."
"Oh."
* * * * *
Draco stared in shock as Willow and Tinky the house elf emerged from the guest bathroom and started to cross the hall, heading towards the main dining room.
"Well, found her." Draco thought.
* * * * * Meanwhile at the Magic Box, everyone was waiting around impatiently for Draco to return with the spell book.
"What the bloody hell could POSSIBLY take this long?" Spike said. Taking a break from flicking his lighter on and off to whine.
"Oh, stuff it Spike you're just annoying the hell out of everyone. And put that horribly irritating lighter away!" She shouted and glared dramatically right at him.
"I think I'd do well to say that everyone could use a break from your relentless nagging Buffy." Spike replied and shot an equally as nasty look in her direction.
Dawn jumped out of her seat "Will you two PLEASE stop it! You're stupid fighting is driving everyone insane and we should be concentrating on what to do once we find Willow!" She yelled. "I- " She started to say but didn't finish her sentence because at that moment a black owl came soaring through the open window and flew strait towards her head. Dawn shrieked and ducked out of harm's way just in time. The bird flew gracefully over a few more heads and landed softly on Sirus' shoulder. Dawn stood up, furious, cheeks flushed.
"What…was…that!?!" She asked, gasping.
"Zeus. My owl. Oh good, he's brought Moody's reply." Sirius said, untying a letter from the owl's foot. Dawn gawked at Sirius wondering why he thought it was perfectly normally to own a homing owl. Sirius unrolled the piece of parchment and read aloud.
This mark signifies much more than you expected. I can't say much in this letter but I am alerting the order. Expect a visitor soon.
-Moody
"Is your friend usually this insanely vague?" Xander asked.
"No it was smart of him. Obviously he has a lot to say about this symbol. He didn't say anything that could be used if the letter was intercepted."
"Used? By who?" Buffy said.
"Glory. She was a wizard for most of her natural life, she knows these tricks. Although, she also doesn't know that we're aware of her return. Well that's Moody. He's dealt with a lot of really dangerous wizards in his time. These are just his normal precautions. "So, does he mean he's coming here?"
"I assume so yes. Or he's sending someone."
"Giles do you think I should patrol more?"
"Yes, that's a good idea. But just in case I want you to bring Spike. They could still be in Sunnydale for all we know and hiding out isn't like Glory. If she confronts you I don't want you to be alone."
"But-" She started.
"No, I want him to go with you. And don't think I haven't seen those ghastly looks you've been giving him the entire day. Whatever little problem you two are having I want you to stop bickering and solve it now. Is that clear?" Giles said, eyes Buffy and Spike.
Buffy and Spike muttered complaints but nodded.
"Good." Giles sighed. "Now. Who wants Chinese take-out?"
* * * * *
Author note: Hey all. I just read the 5th Harry Potter and discovered somewhat of a disturbing fact. It says in that that Narcissa Malfoy is Sirius Black's cousin in it and as you know, in my fic he was supposed to be Draco's father. So…erm…let's just ignore that little fun fact for the sake of story flow shall we? Hehhe. There's also another rather large fact that clashes with my story that if you've read it you would recognize instantly. I don't want to ruin for you so I won't say. So…that's all, enjoy!
Willow awoke again several hours later in the same spot. She looked down and saw that she was no longer wearing her jean skirt and the Macy's bohemian top she got on sale. Instead of them she saw a long black robe with green trimming. The robe was quite large on her and made of heavy black velvet.
"Mistress, come quickly, she has awoken." Said a voice.
Willow looked up and saw a tiny creature that resembled one of the dwarves in Snow White. The creature was wearing a pillow case with the same m she had seen all around the room. The door opened and a slender blonde woman wearing elegant green robes and matching high heels entered. The woman had sharp features and high cheekbones and was wearing an obscene amount of makeup. The powder on her cheeks was so matted that her skin looked fake. Her lips were a blood red color and her eyes heavy with green eye shadow and black eyeliner.
"O good." The woman said. "Stand her up Tinky." She said to the creature. It went over to Willow and with the help of another that looked like it, hoisted her up onto her feet. The woman came closer. She studied her for a few minutes before the door opened again. Oz came in. Willow tried to shout at him but once again no sound came out. Oz joined the blonde woman.
"Wait, she's trying to say something." Said Oz, looking at Willow who was trying to break free from the bindings around her wrists and ankles and mouthing words furiously. "Take the spell off Narcissa, she's in no condition to do any spells right now or make an escape attempt."
"Well alright. As long as you're sure she'll be no trouble." Said the blonde woman who Willow assumed to be this Narcisssa person. She took out a dark wooden stick from her robes and said a few words Willow couldn't understand, waving the stick as she said them. A purple foggy light shot from the tip of the stick straight at her throat. The light hit and Willow felt a gust of air go down her throat and up her nose. She could speak again.
"Oz, what-what's going on? Who are you and where am I?" Willow said angrily.
"Yes I thought you might say something like that." Oz said. He smirked. His skin started changing. His short bright red hair started getting curly and long and became blonde. His angular face became rounder and softer. In a matter of seconds a completely different person was standing in front of her. A curvy blonde woman in black and purple robes was smirking at her.
"Long time no see huh?"
"Glory? But you're, you're dead!"
"Honey, it takes a little more than what widdle Buffy displayed to kill a god. ESPECIALLY me. I'd put it more as inconveniencing me for a short while. Little bratty Buffy certainly didn't kill me."
"Fine. But who are YOU, where am I, and what do you want?" Willow motioned with her head at Narcissa.
"I, am Narcissa Malfoy and you are so lucky to be in the guest bathroom at the Malfoy mansion."
"Malfoy? Draco-"
"Don't you ever mention that excuse for a son's name in my presence ever again!" She snapped.
"Son?" Willow thought to herself.
"Why am I in a bathtub?" Willow asked and sneered back at Narcissa .
"No more guest bedrooms available I'm afraid? We have weekend guests. And I would be a little more polite to me If I were you. I do control whether you live or die. And believe me, I could kill you with very little effort sweet pea."
"Is that why you kidnapped me? To kill me? That's it?"
Glory clicked her tongue. "That's for us to know and you to find out."
"Now Glory don't be bitter. If she wants to know for what purpose we kidnapped her than that's what she'll get. I don't see any harm in telling her if she's going to die soon anyway." Narcissa said with a smirk.
"Well it's really quite simple you see…actually, no, I retract that statement, it's not. First, we are going to use you, the key, to open the portal and release all hell-"
"I'm not the key." Willow said, hoping that Glory still didn't know the truth.
"Hmm…very clever Willow. Sorry honey but I won't fall for that one again. Your little friends tricked me once, and I admit that was completely my fault for having such dimwitted minions but not this time. Anyway, to the point. Once we open the portal we will create an army of evil creatures and take over the muggle world. It's about time this world was, shall we say, cleansed?"
"Cleansed of what?"
"Well muggles of course." Narcissa replied cheerfully.
"Non magical people? But…why?"
"This is all getting very tiring. I don't feel like telling you anymore. Just do what you're told and you won't have to worry your pretty little head about anything." Glory said waving her hand carelessly.
"But-how do you plan on creating this army? Asking them nicely?"
"Never you mind, never you mind." Said Narcissa. "Now. You will be joining us for dinner so I expect you to be downstairs in the main dining hall promptly at seven o' clock. You must look presentable, there are a few people I would like you to meet. If there is anything you need to ready yourself you may ask one of the house elves." She pointed to the creatures on either side of her.
"No thank you I'm not hungry." Willow said scornfully.
Narcissa sneered at her. "It wasn't an invitation. Stupid girl, it was an order. "Tinky will bring you your clothes shortly. Come, Glory." She motioned to the door and they both left.
* * * * * "They took Willow?" Dawn asked anxiously.
"Unless anyone else has got an explanation for her absence." Said Buffy.
"Maybe she was abducted by UFO's and their stealing her brain for their research!" Andrew suggested excitedly.
No one paid any attention to this remark..
"So…any ideas where to start looking?"
"Locator spell." Said Draco.
"You can try but that's way to obvious. Won't she know that?"
"Not necessarily." Said Giles. "She doesn't know we have Draco."
"Alright I'll give it a try but if we want to be able to find her anywhere on the planet, I might be needing a few things." Said Draco.
"Like…." Xander said impatiently.
"Not things you would find at the corner market…. Sirius?"
Sirius nodded. "I can get em' if you tell me."
"Alright hold on, I have to summon my father's spell book." Draco took out his wand and waved it a few times. "Accio spell book!" He said forcefully and waited. Nothing happened. "Bollocks! Someone must of moved it!"
"What do you mean?" Asked Dawn.
"To do a summoning spell you have to know exactly where the object is and picture it. If it's not there then it doesn't work."
"May I suggest apparation?" Sirius inquired.
"Yeah yeah I know. But I can't be seen or my mum will have a fit. She kicked me out years ago." Draco took out his wand and pointed it at his chest. "Invisinito!" He shouted. He instantly disappeared.
"Er…Draco?" Buffy asked confused. "Did he leave already?"
"No I'm here." Said a disembodied voice. "Invisibility spell. They don't last as long as cloaks but it won't matter, if I'm lucky it will only take a few minutes. Well I know you can't see me but, bye all. With a * pop * Draco was gone.(again)
* * * * * In a moment Draco found himself standing in a dark room in the Malfoy mansion. He found the room much changed. His mother had apparently made it into a wine cellar. However he was not offended the least because it was such a sensible location for a wine cellar. His bedroom had been moved to a spare attic below the house a few years ago because his father needed more space for his Death Eater meetings. During his fifth year, Draco had at least twenty of what his parents reffered to as "dinner guests" at his house every weekend.
Draco adjusted his cloak and was about to put his wand away before thinking better of it and gripping it more firmly in his hand as he walked up the stone steps to the ground floor of the mansion. He leaned his head against the door to listen for people nearby but heard nothing, and opened the door slowly. He crossed the breakfast room and put his head against the door again when he reached the door to the next room. Each time he repeated this through the many lavish rooms, and made sure to be well out of the way each time someone passed through. He did not find this difficult at all though. He had learned every detail of the house when he was a boy, often hiding in his secret spots when his father was particularly angry at him or when he just wanted to be alone. He had remembered the house well but found that the effect was never the same in remembering it as in being in the house. After going through a series of long halls and corridors, the kitchen, tea room, the fifth and the fourth guest bedroom he reached two very large oak doors with detailed carvings in them. He opened the doors and entered a beautiful room with ebony walls and flooring. The dueling room was one room he was particularly fond of. It was a room that was made so he could practice dueling with his father but also partly served as a library. (For this is what it had been before Draco was born) The walls were almost covered with shelves full of dusty old books and small statues of famous Malfoys. What wall space was not occupied by books, had a large framed painting on it. Most of the painting depicted great ancient battles being fought. He went down the short flight of wooden steps into the circular dueling pit. It was lower than the rest of the room. He walked around a little, remembering the musty smell and many times he had come here to find solitude. Hesitantly he exited the room and continued on his way to his father's library, where he was almost certain he would find the spell book he was looking for. After a few minutes of walking (going anywhere in the mansion always took a long time due to the hundred rooms and 10 acres of property) he reached the library, which Draco found exactly the same as he had left it. The strong smell of his father's cologne was still there. Draco's stomach gave an unpleasant lurch. Any memory, anything that made it seem like his father was still there made him mildly sick; his mother for example. His father had spent so much time there when he was alive that the scent had become permanent. All of his belongings were exactly where he always kept them. His mother had apparently made the room into a kind of shine for Lucius. He searched around the room for the book. He searched through the piles of books and papers. He couldn't find it anywhere in the room but couldn't think of any other place it would be. He threw the books he was holding down on the floor in frustration. Then, realizing that his mother wouldn't notice and become suspicious, he picked them up again quickly and placed them back where they were originally. He was walking hurriedly down the corridor and away from the library when he heard a familiar voice. A woman's voice, but definitely not his mother's. He looked around anxiously, hearing the voices coming nearer and nearer until they were completely clear.
* meanwhile * "Get your hands off me I can walk just fine."
"This way Ms. Divus, Mistress Malfoy and her godliness are expecting you very shortly."
"Divus?"
"Yes, have you forgotten? Your real name."
"Oh."
* * * * *
Draco stared in shock as Willow and Tinky the house elf emerged from the guest bathroom and started to cross the hall, heading towards the main dining room.
"Well, found her." Draco thought.
* * * * * Meanwhile at the Magic Box, everyone was waiting around impatiently for Draco to return with the spell book.
"What the bloody hell could POSSIBLY take this long?" Spike said. Taking a break from flicking his lighter on and off to whine.
"Oh, stuff it Spike you're just annoying the hell out of everyone. And put that horribly irritating lighter away!" She shouted and glared dramatically right at him.
"I think I'd do well to say that everyone could use a break from your relentless nagging Buffy." Spike replied and shot an equally as nasty look in her direction.
Dawn jumped out of her seat "Will you two PLEASE stop it! You're stupid fighting is driving everyone insane and we should be concentrating on what to do once we find Willow!" She yelled. "I- " She started to say but didn't finish her sentence because at that moment a black owl came soaring through the open window and flew strait towards her head. Dawn shrieked and ducked out of harm's way just in time. The bird flew gracefully over a few more heads and landed softly on Sirus' shoulder. Dawn stood up, furious, cheeks flushed.
"What…was…that!?!" She asked, gasping.
"Zeus. My owl. Oh good, he's brought Moody's reply." Sirius said, untying a letter from the owl's foot. Dawn gawked at Sirius wondering why he thought it was perfectly normally to own a homing owl. Sirius unrolled the piece of parchment and read aloud.
This mark signifies much more than you expected. I can't say much in this letter but I am alerting the order. Expect a visitor soon.
-Moody
"Is your friend usually this insanely vague?" Xander asked.
"No it was smart of him. Obviously he has a lot to say about this symbol. He didn't say anything that could be used if the letter was intercepted."
"Used? By who?" Buffy said.
"Glory. She was a wizard for most of her natural life, she knows these tricks. Although, she also doesn't know that we're aware of her return. Well that's Moody. He's dealt with a lot of really dangerous wizards in his time. These are just his normal precautions. "So, does he mean he's coming here?"
"I assume so yes. Or he's sending someone."
"Giles do you think I should patrol more?"
"Yes, that's a good idea. But just in case I want you to bring Spike. They could still be in Sunnydale for all we know and hiding out isn't like Glory. If she confronts you I don't want you to be alone."
"But-" She started.
"No, I want him to go with you. And don't think I haven't seen those ghastly looks you've been giving him the entire day. Whatever little problem you two are having I want you to stop bickering and solve it now. Is that clear?" Giles said, eyes Buffy and Spike.
Buffy and Spike muttered complaints but nodded.
"Good." Giles sighed. "Now. Who wants Chinese take-out?"
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