Disclaimer:I do not own any of these characters. If I did I would probably be rich. I do thing Warner Brothers owns the movies, and some formerly small British company owns the copyright to the books. Also, this is slashy. No, I'm not some raving homo (Though I don't mean offense to any homosexuals). This was written for some friends…I hope they like it. I would like to say that Rowan Rosenberg is my own creation (since I forgot to put it on the last one.) Willow Rosenberg is semi-my creation. She is from Buffy the Vampire Slayer and was a great asset to their group, and she was cool so I added her to my story. She is a bit different than the Willow on screen, but well she is still owned by Mutant Enemy. Thanks and Enjoy.
The next day seemed to come too fast. Draco had dressed himself for grandeur, but knew not how well it would go. The day before with Harry seemed to be filled with something he had never felt before. The touching moment they had seemed to only last for a few seconds, and seemed to now be lost in eternity. Draco smirked lightly in the mirror. He was wearing his usual Hogwarts robes, but under them his Slytherin colors were lost. He smiled at himself once more. His hair was messy, but in a decent manor. He seemed to be more contempt with what had happened.
Harry hadn't stayed for long. Though it seemed like their semi-intimate embraced lasted longer than it had, it had only lasted for little over twenty minutes. Draco was left by himself for most of the day, and into the night. He had meditated a lot on everything that had been happening, calming his mind so that he could sort things out. He was changing that much he knew, but how much was he changing, only time could tell.
Draco moved out of his room with his wand stashed somewhere in his robes. He had taken the long way to Herbology even though he knew he would see more people. His whole face seemed to be glowing, which was quite unusual especially for him. His pale skin seemed to show off light, rather than repel it like it had done in the past. He walked down the long corridor ignoring certain people while muttered, 'Hi,' to others. No one knew what to think of Draco. He was being odd. Some people even went far enough to go ask the nurse if THEY were sick.
He moved quickly outside the building, the sunlight beaming down on him as if he were some reborn angel. Angel, probably not, but he was definitely reborn. He moved through the grounds quickly to the Herbology lab. He couldn't help but smile as he watched some kids playing. It was as if a new light had come over him. He took a deep breath before he decided to walk through the class doors into the Herbology lab.
The Slytherin's glared at him as he came into the room. The whole tower had heard of Draco having his own room and had taken some offense to it. The Ravenclaw's merely glared at him because he was late, and also because most of them hated him. His attitude towards everyone besides himself had always been one of his biggest and most prominent features. Now, he had a task in rectifying it.
"Get next to a pot," Professor Sprout said to Draco as he entered, "We are working on planting various herbs. You will be planting lavender."
"Yes Professor Thanks," Draco let the last word slip from his mouth. He caught it almost instantly but just ignored like it never happened. He looked down into the deep black dirt that was in his pot and sighed a breath of relief, 'Why me?' He thought.
Rowan made his way beside him with his own pot and seeds, "You know, being polite really doesn't mean you get to scowl." His smile was already on his face. That smile was one attribute that either made or broke his emotion. If he was happy it was always there, but if he was sad, angry, or being serious you could tell instantly by his lack of smile.
"This isn't me…" Draco muttered to him as he looked down at the seeds, "What is so big with planting lavender anyway? It isn't like it won't grow with some water. We could do this as first years."
Rowan looked down at Draco's pot, "I don't think you understand. We are growing hybrids."
"Hybrid what?" Draco said looking back down at his seeds.
"Professor Sprout explained it to me earlier. We are going to try and mingle plants together. You are going to mingle together a willow seed with a lavender seed." Rowan explained as he dropped a few willow seeds next to Draco's lavender seeds, "I am going to try and mingle a willow tree with rose seed."
Draco looked at Rowan with his own smile dwindling on his face, "Did you hear about Harry…Potter and my talk?"
"Yes," Rowan replied as he tapped each seed in turn with his wand. Then with a light swish and flick the seeds molded together, "Did you want to tell me anything that I already didn't know?"
"Well," Draco looks down at his own seeds trying to copy what Rowan had just done, "Do you think you could help me also? I mean…" Draco took a deep breath before he went on, still trying to mold the two seeds, "I mean, I really don't know if I can do this. This is asking a lot of me. My father is in Azkaban, my mother is a bloody banshee. I mean that figuratively."
Rowan smirked lightly as he swish and flicked his wand making Draco's little seeds mold together. He picked up his own seed and set it in the pot, "Magic is mostly in the user…the wand just helps us focus it a bit. If you mind is focused enough, you can do anything with or without a wand."
Draco shrugged lightly as he quickly threw on his dragon hide gloves. He then dug his hands deep within the dirt and planted the seed, "So are you going to help me?" This attitude was not him, nor did he want to make it be him, but he really did need help, and Rowan seemed like just the guy to do it.
"Haven't I already been helping you?" Rowan picked up the watering can and dribbled some water town on his plants. He padded the dirt with his hand before looking at Draco, "You really think that after all I've done for you I wouldn't help you?"
"All you've done for me!" Draco couldn't help but to smile at this comment, "You are still some filthy mudblood!" His voice had risen just a bit, but it was enough for some of the people to hear him. Professor Sprout continued to work with some of the other students and did not hear this word.
"And you're a homo…" Rowan said still in a low voice, "Do you really want to talk about what we are…" Rowan's smile turned into a sly grin as he looked him over, "Don't think I don't know. Who do you think asked Harry to go talk to you? I gave you that room for a reason. I will talk to you later. I must go speak with Dumbledore before he goes to England." Rowan picked up his pot with the smile still on his face. He turned around for only a second and with that second came another flash in Draco's mind.
no light, no stars, no moon. There was no light at all nothing. A sound shot
through the sky. The deep green skull of stairs and the serpent protruding
through the mouth. A dark laugh filled the room. The silence was broken.
The laugh grew louder into a cackle of sounds. Then the words once again
the deep raspy words were said, "The Order of Isthan…will fall."
A strong pungent smell seemed to be brought down to his nose.
"Draco!" The Professor's voice rang out again.
The smell grew stronger and a caught inside Draco's nostrils. He coughed lightly before he opened his eyes, "What…" Light came to him, "What the matter?" His voice was hoarse, but he didn't understand why. He looked around. Various people had surrounded him on the ground. Cho Chang, the Ravenclaw Seeker, looked down at him with a slight start.
"I do think you should go to the hospital wing," Professor Sprout chimed out quickly. She didn't give him another chance to answer. Two males from Ravenclaw had helped him up and were carring him away.
Draco flailed his arms for a minute after leaving the green house and looked back at the two Ravenclaws, "I'm fine! Thank you….but I can find my way there." He gave them a quick nod, both of them staring at him, before walking away. He tugged on his robes lightly straightening them all out, "Bloody hell."
Within the hour, Draco had found Harry, who refused to talk to him about his vision alone. Hermoine and Ron both came to this little meeting. Draco looked around at all of them and was quite unsure about himself. He didn't really know how he should feel around Ron or Hermoine, both of them he had done wrong one time or another. He did apologize to Ron, but that was nothing compared to what he called Hermoine. She was the smartest witch in school and he had wronged her by calling her a mudblood.
"I'm sorry for calling you a mudblood," Draco's first words were aimed at Hermoine, who took the words with quite a shock. Her mouth seemed to be open for several moments before she finally decided to move, let alone speak to him.
She looked at him through glass eyes. Her soul was lost in those eyes, though it seemed like you could see infinite knowledge within them, "Why do you do this Draco? I don't understand you. Your father is one of the Death Eaters, yet you come to us about your visions rather than calling on your mother. Tell her you visions so she could get to them to Voldermort herself."
Draco winced at his name like everyone did, "Would you rather have me go to them Granger? Would you rather the Dark Lord know what I have been seeing in my head?" His voice seemed cold, but it was filled with more truth than he could have ever uttered before.
"Well," Ron said from behind her looking at him. They had met in the Room of Requirement, which had turned itself into a large library, a quiet place to have this meeting, "Come out with it then…what did you see in this 'vision?' "
Draco explained everything he could about it. He explained the first vision and went right on with the second one. He started with what he saw, then the absence of light and sound, and then the sudden dark cackle with one of the Dark Lord's many facing taking center stage. The story seemed to go on and on, every feeling inside of him during the vision coming out to them finally he uttered the words, "The Order of Isthan will fall."
"Isthan?" Replied Hermoine quickly after he spoke the words. Her face quickly went into a mode that Harry and Ron knew quite well. Both of them had seen her work, and this was the way she looked when her mind was going over every book she read trying to figure out exactly where she could have seen that Order before.
Harry was silent in back watching Draco the whole time. He was unsure of everything about him. He knew Ron and Hermoine were unsure of everything about the meeting, but Harry knew the words of Draco to be true, it was just his motive in general that were surprising him.
Hermoine looked up from the ground, "We need to do research…If what Draco is having really is visions of some-type we need to know what he is seeing, and if the visions are about Voldermort, than we need to find out fast. Who knows what he could be after."
Ron and Draco both winced at the name of Voldermort. They looked at one another and both quickly went into their own little world. Ron leaned back on the chair, while Draco stood up taller and looked down at Ron once more. Neither of them would begin a friendship, nor would either one of them consider what they were doing the beginnings of one. They were sworn enemies, and would always be so.
Harry looked at Draco and then to Hermoine, "Do you believe what he is telling us is the truth?"
"Do you think we really have a choice?" Her voice was filled with a bit of concern as she looked him over, "If he is telling the truth than like I said we need to figure what it is before Voldermort can get it, and if he isn't telling us the truth than we can deal with that later. Whatever change has been going through Draco maybe magic…"
"I don't think so," Harry said looking Draco over once more and then back to Hermoine, "This is him. I am sure of it. If it was Voldermort, my scar would be hurting more than the meager twitching it has been doing since he came back."
Hermoine nodded lightly, "Maybe it is, but I'd still like to check it out."
"Well, I think Malfoy's just a bloody nutter," Ron laughed lightly as he turned to Draco who gave him a dark scowl, "Who else sees visions.." He stopped and looked at Harry, "Oh right…"
Harry rolled his eyes with a slight smile on his face, "So I guess this means we get into research mode."
"Thank you," Draco replied looking at Harry. This man was helping him even though the two of them had once been enemies. Harry was going to try and figure out what was going on even though Draco had called him crude names. The two of them were working together. Harry was truly helping him, but where was Rowan?