DISCLAIMER: *clears throat* okay, here goes. I do not own any character that anyone might recognize i.e. Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, Draco Malfoy. etc. though I can only dream that I did. However, I do own Nova, Niall, Astrid, Tarquin and anyone else not recognizable or copyrighted by the delightful and intelligent Miss Rowling.

AUTHOR: l88er_az a.k.a. Aida or the Master, mwahahahahah

SUMMARY: The Indefinables (you'll read about them soon in this chappie) are sent into the future to learn some things will never change and the bond of friendship and love truly is a magical thing. They will have to use this knowledge to fight an evil long thought dead.

WARNING!!!!: there will be some OoTP spoilers, so if you haven't read it and want to, bugger off.

N.B. this is my first fanfic, please don't kill me!

PAIRINGS: sorry, none at the moment. The love muses haven't hit me yet. (

Future and Present

Astrid Malfoy. Tarquin Malfoy. Draco Malfoy's children. Oh dear God. I am going to be sick, I really am. It couldn't be possible. Draco couldn't possibly have kids. Could he? Draco with kids. She looked at them in horror, the girl with the flaxen hair and the boy with the dark hair. Both possessing of the infamous Malfoy eyes. They had aristocratic features and their faces were carefully blank. But there was a smirk on the boy's face that made her go pale. It was Draco's patented Malfoy smirk. She should know, she'd been subject to it many, many times before.
"M.Malfoy? As in Draco Malfoy? As in tall, blond, damn good looking ferret-y git, Malfoy? As in icy goodness Malfoy?" the tone of incredulity was not exactly slight. But she really couldn't care less at the moment. Seriously, what were the freaking odds? The boy winced as she said that.
"Ah, do you mind? Father and all."
He sounded a bit like Draco. All husky sexy goodness with that hint of regal and icy civility. Oh man, oh man. Oh god. This is not really happening, was it? She shook her head, completely bewildered. How in hell had this happened to her? I mean, really! She shook her head again.
"You aren't going to faint on us again, are you?" Tarquin asked, dryly. She shot him her patented don't-mess-with-me glare. The same one she constantly used on Draco. Oh god. Why do things always happen to her?
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She had been going for a walk on the grounds of the de Mornay estate when it happened. She couldn't sleep yet again, thoughts filled with what was and what will never be. She was reminiscing, remembering the togetherness that she had shared with her friends in school, and knowing she would never be able to feel that way again. She would bloody well miss them. Ginny, Draco, Blaise and Niall. they were all good mates, although they were the most unlikely of them.
First of all, Drake and Blay were Slyths, which was bad enough. Added to that was the fact that Gins was a Weasley and the enmity between the Malfoy and Weasley families was legendary. Plus, Niall was a serene Ravenclaw, devilishly good looking with a dry wit and a sharp mind, but he was also Muggle born, which was a huge No No with Slyths and Malfoys alike. Then there was her. The odd one out. Nova Christiann de Mornay, 17, short and hopelessly blunt. The only thing she had going for her was wealth and an unknown pureblood-liness. She says unknown. Because she didn't until a few years back. And it comes from really foggy backgrounds. One she was not in a hurry to find out.
Anyway, it was easy why Nova and Gin became friends. She was new in Hogwarts, somehow only getting her letter on her 16th instead on her 11th, and Gin really didn't have that many friends other than Luna Lovegood in Ravenclaw and she didn't really like tagging along after her brother and his "dream team" (which consisted of the youngest male Weasley, know-it-all muggle born Hermione Granger and finally, the-boy-who-lived. Harry-effing- Potter, as her incorrigible blond friend would sneer). And since she grew out of her brothers' shadows and out of love with Harry, Ginny has turned out to be quite surprisingly cool (as people tell her. She wouldn't know).
Now, Blaise and Draco were easy to place, too. Both were Slytherins, both good looking, both rich and both pureblooded with their parents running in the same circles i.e. death eaters. Yup, that was really easy. They were obvious and that was why they were so unsuspected. No one knew that Draco and Blaise rejected the idea of being murderous death eaters and after spending some time in muggle life, they had gotten to respect them, kind of. Liked their technology and music. Draco had found Audioslave and Saliva, Blaise had found Beethoven, Bach and Chopin. It was really quite ironic, if one thought about it.
Now, Niall.Niall was harder to place. It was her, Nova, who had initiated Niall into their little group. It had nothing to do with his looks, of course. Oh, no. she was immune to Niall's good looks, easy charm, wit, intelligence or that cute Irish accent.ahem. Nova had "found" him when she had been pushed around by a few Slyths. Niall had seen and hexed them into oblivion. And she had been entirely in his dept. she had taken one look into that intelligent, concerned face, seen those clear, deep blue eyes and she had thought, Niall would be the last of their entourage. And he did indeed become one of them. And they became the most powerful cliques that Hogwarts had seen up to date. Grown in notoriority that exceeded the marauders. More than the dream team, even. That was how they had become. Draco, Blaise, Ginny, Niall and Nova. The only strong group not entirely made up of one house. The group that was determined to make their mark..or else.
Nova felt a wry smile tug at her lips as she walked towards the edge of the lake not so far from the castle. She sat down on her favourite spot underneath the delicate cover of a willow tree. She traced the carving there. 'The Indefinables' done with magic, the words were clear and elegant with their names under it.

Draco Gerard Malfoy Blaise Romero Zabini Niall Luther O'Sheen Virginia Catherine Weasley Nova Christiaan de Mornay

The Indefinables, indeed, she snorted. Blaise's work in his usual dry way. The name had stuck. The Indefinables. Hermione Granger had certainly gotten her nose out of joint. Apparently the brainy girl did have a flaw. Vanity. Oh well, sucks to her, then. Then her face fell and she felt disheartened. It was so easy to forget. So easy to be carried away in memory. So easy..
Nova was so lost in her memories that she had not noticed that the moon had darkened imperceptibly, that the clouds had rolled in, dark and menacing. She had just had enough time to look up, once, a scream caught in her throat as the world spun out of proportion. Then all was dark.

Tbc..

Okay, that was the first chapter. How was it? Should I continue or just give up?