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Chapter Seven: Visions, destiny and secret messages.
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The dream begin innocent enough for Harry. It was the normal nightmare where he was locked in a death battle with Voldermort. Normally the dream ended with him bolting up in bed drenched in sweat as he watched Voldermort's victory. But something changed this time. At the last possible moment, when all seemed lost for the Wizarding world, Draco Malfoy appeared and on his heels Lucius Malfoy, Remus and Snape. Without hesitation, Draco had lunged for the Dark Lord battling him in a manner Harry could never have done. The passion in the duel gave Draco more power, his anger feeding his power and he was winning. Lucius soon joined his son in this battle.
Voldermort had sneered at his traitorous Death Eater. But Lucius had smiled wickedly and finished Voldermort forever. Snape and Remus had come straight to him, Remus silently holding Harry close as Snape surveyed the damage. Though it was bad, he was not going to die this night. Draco had wondered back up to him smiling in relief, his father holding his shoulder pride glowing from Lucius eyes. When they reached Harry, Lucius bowed out and let Draco and Harry embrace in the relief they were both alive. There was no longer a threat to their world and for the first time, Harry felt the weight lift from his shoulder and he could just be. Just be with people who loved him and whom he loved without question.
Opening his eyes from waking from the dream, Harry knew it was not a fantasy dream. He knew it was a possibility for the future. Somehow deep down in his soul he understood now why Voldermort had gone after the Malfoys from the beginning. Voldermort knew Harry and Dumbledore weren't his only threat. Draco Malfoy had powerful bloodlines and something else in him that would conquer the Dark Lord himself. It was the ability to love wholly, without holding back. He had learnt it from his parents and whoever he gave heart to he would protect with his life. The passion in his soul increasing his power as a wizard tenfold.
Harry let out a shaky breath as he sat up, the images in his head providing a powerful reminder that there was a possible chance he could have a future. He would not die in the battle with Voldermort, and the ideal made Harry feel better than anything had in his life. Pulling back the bedclothes, he slipped out the bed and headed for the bathroom moving quietly as Ron snored peacefully and the other boys continued to sleep. Dean however was tossing and turning muttering about some girl.
"Um. Pansy."
Pansy? Harry arched an eyebrow. Poor Dean, that was about the worst crush Harry had ever seen. Pansy Parkinson was without doubt the princess of Slytherin, a match for Draco's standing within the house of the snake, and was an ice queen to boot. Dream on, Dean. He thought with a smile because only in your dreams will you ever have her, sadly for you mate.
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Draco watched the sunrise from the privacy of his own room. He knew most Slytherins were awake from the noises downstairs in the common room. There would probably be celebrations for another couple of weeks too as the Head Boy was a Slytherin for the first time in ten years. Ravenclaw and Gryffindor candidates had held the position for as long as anyone could remember but the boy chosen from the top year of Slytherin was a decent, hardworking guy and would do well. Draco had given up hope of ever being Head Boy; he would be content with perfect. Harry Potter was a certain for Head Boy out of their year group. Hermione Grainger was set for Head Girl. It was probably written in the stars for them to be.
"Malfoy? You up?" Goyle asked knocking at his door.
"Not to mention decent." Crabbe mumbled.
Yeah, like Draco would ever show his body to Crabbe or Goyle. He might be bi-sexual but even he had standards that would not be lowered. "Come in, I am both decent and wake."
"Good," came the joint reply as Goyle and Crabbe both squeezed through the doorway.
Draco could only grimace. Both off them had put at least a stone on drawing the holiday. Making a mental note, Draco reminded himself to sit next to Blaise and Pansy in lessons and in the Great Hall. Especially as he could not sit next to sit next to Harry anymore. Draco suddenly felt remorse for the loss of that particular right he had been able to enjoy when none of the other students had been in residence.
"Have a nice holidays, Crabbe? Goyle?" Draco asked in greeting to the two boys who he regarded since day one as his lapdogs.
"They were all right," Goyle said sourly. "My dad made me accept the dark mark, though it spelled to remain hidden for school because of noisy Dumbledore lurking about."
"Ouch." Draco grimaced. "My father explained to me it hurt to be branded. Has your master demanded much of you yet?"
"Nope, I am just a messenger boy." Goyle said as he began to search his robes and revealed a letter from his pocket in his robe. "He wanted you to have this."
"Leave it on my dresser," Draco said with a sigh, he would open in private. No doubt Voldermort message was regarding his mother. Draco didn't really want to begin the day with the news that he already had almost accepted in his heart. His mother was dead. "I will read it later, unless he said it was specifically important."
"Nope just a normal letter. I think there is one from your mother too," Goyle announced. "My mother said she was being stubborn as usually, but Lord Voldermort would never kill her Draco, you know that. Did you really believe he would?" Draco stared at Goyle in shock. She was alive and allowed to write to him? But at what price? What would Voldermort demand from him in exchange for his mother's safety and life?
It was Crabbe who spoke next. "My summer was awful. Mother tried to but me on a diet!" He complained. "Goyle saved me by sending me food by owl."
"Your stomach and diet conditions, Crabbe do not interest me!" Draco snapped looking at the big oaf. Right now Goyle had his full attention. "Why did Voldermort attack my home?"
Goyle gulped. "Voldermort just wants to remind your father where his loyalty should lie, rumours said he was spilling Death Eater secrets."
Rumours. If Voldermort listened to petty gossip he was a fool. Any Malfoy would rather cut out their own tongue than reveal any secrets. An ancestor had produced a powerful spell to combat the truth potions and had attached the spell to his genes therefore meaning any child born of Malfoy blood would never reveal a secret unless it was their will to do so. Perhaps it would be worth mentioning that in the strongly worded letter he planned to send to Voldermort.
Draco waved Goyle and Crabbe away with a dismissing hand. In some aspects he was really the Prince of Slytherin but there were four families who were considered the ruling powers of Slytherin; they were the Malfoys, Blacks, Slytherins and the fourth a recent addition, Riddle. When the door clicked close, Draco jumped up and read the letters.
He read Voldermort's briefly before throwing it on the fire. It had been a request to join his Lord at the Death Eater's head quarters. Draco refused to be forced into that future. He would never do that. Last night had chance so many things, now Draco was sure that what he felt for Harry was true. Only death could make him break his vow that he had uttered to Harry that previous night. Closing his eyes, Draco remembered the in his mind the image of Harry towering over him on his bed, his dark hair falling over his eyes as those green eyes looked long and deep into Draco's silver after he promised to Harry he would never be his enemy again.
Groaning, Draco turned to his mother's letter to be confronted by a letter begging his forgiveness about what happened. She had done what was best for him and if it had hurt his pride she was sorry. It just rambled on like that. To the normal eye it was a normal letter. But Draco could see deeper into the letter, Narcissa being a Malfoy knew the secret codes of the Malfoys that were used to warn each other of dangers, to disclose secret information without letting others discover them, it had saved too many Malfoys lives. Now she used it to write a secret message to him. Draco read his mother's reference to take care of new friends and to distrust old snakes lurking in the grass, but the Snape snake could be trusted, as he had proven a true friend to the Malfoy dragon.
Professor Snape? Draco arched an eyebrow in surprise. The old dog! He knew he was a member of the Death Eater but apparently there was more to it than was said. Interesting. A possible spy for the light? That was most probable; so Severus Snape must have seen his mother for her to know. Perhaps it was time to pay a visit to his potion master before lessons began again.
Chapter Seven: Visions, destiny and secret messages.
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The dream begin innocent enough for Harry. It was the normal nightmare where he was locked in a death battle with Voldermort. Normally the dream ended with him bolting up in bed drenched in sweat as he watched Voldermort's victory. But something changed this time. At the last possible moment, when all seemed lost for the Wizarding world, Draco Malfoy appeared and on his heels Lucius Malfoy, Remus and Snape. Without hesitation, Draco had lunged for the Dark Lord battling him in a manner Harry could never have done. The passion in the duel gave Draco more power, his anger feeding his power and he was winning. Lucius soon joined his son in this battle.
Voldermort had sneered at his traitorous Death Eater. But Lucius had smiled wickedly and finished Voldermort forever. Snape and Remus had come straight to him, Remus silently holding Harry close as Snape surveyed the damage. Though it was bad, he was not going to die this night. Draco had wondered back up to him smiling in relief, his father holding his shoulder pride glowing from Lucius eyes. When they reached Harry, Lucius bowed out and let Draco and Harry embrace in the relief they were both alive. There was no longer a threat to their world and for the first time, Harry felt the weight lift from his shoulder and he could just be. Just be with people who loved him and whom he loved without question.
Opening his eyes from waking from the dream, Harry knew it was not a fantasy dream. He knew it was a possibility for the future. Somehow deep down in his soul he understood now why Voldermort had gone after the Malfoys from the beginning. Voldermort knew Harry and Dumbledore weren't his only threat. Draco Malfoy had powerful bloodlines and something else in him that would conquer the Dark Lord himself. It was the ability to love wholly, without holding back. He had learnt it from his parents and whoever he gave heart to he would protect with his life. The passion in his soul increasing his power as a wizard tenfold.
Harry let out a shaky breath as he sat up, the images in his head providing a powerful reminder that there was a possible chance he could have a future. He would not die in the battle with Voldermort, and the ideal made Harry feel better than anything had in his life. Pulling back the bedclothes, he slipped out the bed and headed for the bathroom moving quietly as Ron snored peacefully and the other boys continued to sleep. Dean however was tossing and turning muttering about some girl.
"Um. Pansy."
Pansy? Harry arched an eyebrow. Poor Dean, that was about the worst crush Harry had ever seen. Pansy Parkinson was without doubt the princess of Slytherin, a match for Draco's standing within the house of the snake, and was an ice queen to boot. Dream on, Dean. He thought with a smile because only in your dreams will you ever have her, sadly for you mate.
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Draco watched the sunrise from the privacy of his own room. He knew most Slytherins were awake from the noises downstairs in the common room. There would probably be celebrations for another couple of weeks too as the Head Boy was a Slytherin for the first time in ten years. Ravenclaw and Gryffindor candidates had held the position for as long as anyone could remember but the boy chosen from the top year of Slytherin was a decent, hardworking guy and would do well. Draco had given up hope of ever being Head Boy; he would be content with perfect. Harry Potter was a certain for Head Boy out of their year group. Hermione Grainger was set for Head Girl. It was probably written in the stars for them to be.
"Malfoy? You up?" Goyle asked knocking at his door.
"Not to mention decent." Crabbe mumbled.
Yeah, like Draco would ever show his body to Crabbe or Goyle. He might be bi-sexual but even he had standards that would not be lowered. "Come in, I am both decent and wake."
"Good," came the joint reply as Goyle and Crabbe both squeezed through the doorway.
Draco could only grimace. Both off them had put at least a stone on drawing the holiday. Making a mental note, Draco reminded himself to sit next to Blaise and Pansy in lessons and in the Great Hall. Especially as he could not sit next to sit next to Harry anymore. Draco suddenly felt remorse for the loss of that particular right he had been able to enjoy when none of the other students had been in residence.
"Have a nice holidays, Crabbe? Goyle?" Draco asked in greeting to the two boys who he regarded since day one as his lapdogs.
"They were all right," Goyle said sourly. "My dad made me accept the dark mark, though it spelled to remain hidden for school because of noisy Dumbledore lurking about."
"Ouch." Draco grimaced. "My father explained to me it hurt to be branded. Has your master demanded much of you yet?"
"Nope, I am just a messenger boy." Goyle said as he began to search his robes and revealed a letter from his pocket in his robe. "He wanted you to have this."
"Leave it on my dresser," Draco said with a sigh, he would open in private. No doubt Voldermort message was regarding his mother. Draco didn't really want to begin the day with the news that he already had almost accepted in his heart. His mother was dead. "I will read it later, unless he said it was specifically important."
"Nope just a normal letter. I think there is one from your mother too," Goyle announced. "My mother said she was being stubborn as usually, but Lord Voldermort would never kill her Draco, you know that. Did you really believe he would?" Draco stared at Goyle in shock. She was alive and allowed to write to him? But at what price? What would Voldermort demand from him in exchange for his mother's safety and life?
It was Crabbe who spoke next. "My summer was awful. Mother tried to but me on a diet!" He complained. "Goyle saved me by sending me food by owl."
"Your stomach and diet conditions, Crabbe do not interest me!" Draco snapped looking at the big oaf. Right now Goyle had his full attention. "Why did Voldermort attack my home?"
Goyle gulped. "Voldermort just wants to remind your father where his loyalty should lie, rumours said he was spilling Death Eater secrets."
Rumours. If Voldermort listened to petty gossip he was a fool. Any Malfoy would rather cut out their own tongue than reveal any secrets. An ancestor had produced a powerful spell to combat the truth potions and had attached the spell to his genes therefore meaning any child born of Malfoy blood would never reveal a secret unless it was their will to do so. Perhaps it would be worth mentioning that in the strongly worded letter he planned to send to Voldermort.
Draco waved Goyle and Crabbe away with a dismissing hand. In some aspects he was really the Prince of Slytherin but there were four families who were considered the ruling powers of Slytherin; they were the Malfoys, Blacks, Slytherins and the fourth a recent addition, Riddle. When the door clicked close, Draco jumped up and read the letters.
He read Voldermort's briefly before throwing it on the fire. It had been a request to join his Lord at the Death Eater's head quarters. Draco refused to be forced into that future. He would never do that. Last night had chance so many things, now Draco was sure that what he felt for Harry was true. Only death could make him break his vow that he had uttered to Harry that previous night. Closing his eyes, Draco remembered the in his mind the image of Harry towering over him on his bed, his dark hair falling over his eyes as those green eyes looked long and deep into Draco's silver after he promised to Harry he would never be his enemy again.
Groaning, Draco turned to his mother's letter to be confronted by a letter begging his forgiveness about what happened. She had done what was best for him and if it had hurt his pride she was sorry. It just rambled on like that. To the normal eye it was a normal letter. But Draco could see deeper into the letter, Narcissa being a Malfoy knew the secret codes of the Malfoys that were used to warn each other of dangers, to disclose secret information without letting others discover them, it had saved too many Malfoys lives. Now she used it to write a secret message to him. Draco read his mother's reference to take care of new friends and to distrust old snakes lurking in the grass, but the Snape snake could be trusted, as he had proven a true friend to the Malfoy dragon.
Professor Snape? Draco arched an eyebrow in surprise. The old dog! He knew he was a member of the Death Eater but apparently there was more to it than was said. Interesting. A possible spy for the light? That was most probable; so Severus Snape must have seen his mother for her to know. Perhaps it was time to pay a visit to his potion master before lessons began again.