Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, but I am getting the papers so I can
legally own Ton Felton.
A/N: Finally! I took a break because I was in a play, but it's over now and I can write again! How refreshing! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The chill night air stung Draco's warm nose, despite the heavy black hood of his cloak. He could feel a slight mist in the air from the sea and he breathed it in deeply, enjoying the mild taste of salt on his tongue. The soft echo of the waves could be heard from a distance, although they would all be moving on to the beach when everyone arrived. No one else had arrived actually. It was just him and his father as of yet, somewhere.
Well, he didn't know quite where they were, but he knew that they were NO WHERE near Berkshire. He had met his father outside the house and the only thing exchanged was a side look from his father. Apparently he thought Draco might not show. He almost didn't..
The port key they used was a crumpled up piece of newspaper abandoned by the side of their fence. The trip was unusually long for a port key. Draco half expected that they had traveled to another country.
But now that they had arrived and had been standing there a full ten minutes, Draco wasn't so sure he was wrong. They were no where in England that he knew of, and he had been most places. It was too open where they were, and usually in England you could see the lights of a nearby town, but all that he could see here were hills.
And he was freezing!
Not that there was a difference there. Even in England you were considered daft not bringing a jacket where ever you went. Still, half the chills Draco felt were from anticipation. The other half worked down his spine until even his Father noticed the trembling.
"A little cold, son?" Lucius said from under his hood. Draco nodded, stamping his feet on the frozen ground to induce warmth. "We'll have to have you cloak hemmed a bit," Lucius said, turning his head towards the sea. "And it might be a good idea to wear a sweater under it next time."
Next time..
Suddenly they heard a pop as a man apperated behind them. They turned around just as Antonin Dolohov was straightening his cloak.
"Little cold out here, Lucius," he remarked casually.
"Antonin, glad to see you got out alright," Lucius said, shaking his hand.
"Most of the Dementors couldn't care less what we do, as long as they get to feed," he smiled. "And they got plenty."
Draco shivered. He would never get used to Dementors, however useful they were. He would put up with them, of course, but he surely wasn't planning on rooming with one. Antonin pulled off his hood and took in a deep breath. "It feels good to be out." Lucius nodded. "But who is this? I'm always the first to arrive." Antonin turned towards Draco.
"My son has finally decided to join us."
"Was he forced?"
"No."
Antonin walked towards Draco and pulled down Draco's hood. Draco looks up at him defiantly, his silver hair blowing up in the salty wind. "Glad to see you've developed some backbone." Antonin said softly. "When will the others be arriving?"
"Any minute now, Antonin." Lucius said. "We should move down to the beach." He moved off towards the sound of the crashing waves.
"Well go on, boy," Antonin said, coming up from behind Draco. "I'll follow. I need to leave a path."
Antonin turned, outstreached his wand towards the inky sky, and said almost lazily, "Morsmordre." A red fire shot out of the end of his wand, spiraling up towards the sky and exploding in a burst of fireworks. The fire settled quickly into the shimmering shape of the Dark Mark. The burst was so bright that Draco squeezed his eyes tightly closed, but he could still see the fiery image against the darkness of his eyelids. The pipes in his pocket throbbed with a harsh cold against his leg. Antonin turned around and smiled at Draco.
"Just so they know we're close." Antonin walked past Draco, who followed his retreating back away from the Dark Mark towards the beach.
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"This is hopeless!"
Ron flew up beside Harry, who had stopped in mid air to inspect the hills. "It's dark, Ireland is big, and what the hell can we do against dead people anyway?! Besides...." Ron continued, shifting uncomfortably on his broom, "...this wood is beginning to chafe."
"We need to at least try. And maybe we'll find Dumbledore on his way to the scene." Harry looked at Ron and grimaced. "And Ron...WAY too much information."
"I concur." Hermione said from the back of Ron's broom.
"I see that you've regained your sanity." Harry said, flying slowly along, watching the coast for any signs of magic.
"Has she ever!" Ron exclaimed, following Harry.
"I thought that if he was to battle Death Eaters, it'd make sense for him to know what he was doing. I've been teaching him a little about the history of Ireland," Hermione said.
"A 'little' is not the way to describe it," Ron muttered, following Harry faster along a cliffside.
"What are we looking for anyway, Hermione? How do we spot necromancy?" Harry asked.
"Well, it's the same way to spot other magic: you just sense it. And if the necromancers are stupid enough, you'll see the fire."
"Fire?" Ron asked, turning around to look at Hermione.
"Keep you eyes on the cliff, Ron," Hermione said, tiredly. "Not fire like an inferno, but the normal signs of sparks or flames that come from the wand."
"Oh." Ron said, flying a bit higher to avoid the sea spray. "And if not we'll just sense it?"
"As best we can," Hermione said, sighing.
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More Death Eaters were arriving. Guided by the Dark Mark they made their way to the beach, coming across the dunes as dark shadows and gathering around in a circle. They reminded Draco strongly of black beetles. He was half convinced that if he pulled down their hoods it would reveal a shiny black head and mandibles. No fire had been started on the sand. They all stood there in the cold listening to the silence and the occasional crashing wave as more black cloaked Death Eaters joined them. Very soon there were almost thirty Death Eaters. None of them spoke.
Lucius stepped forward-or maybe it was Lucius. Draco couldn't tell one person from another anymore.
"First off...Merry Christmas." Chuckles and sniggering could be heard from under the numerous black hoods. "You were all very wise to come here for what we do today will mark the next step in Voldemort's control."
Draco breathed in shakily, suddenly feeling strong waves of doubt. "Do I even know what I'm doing? How deep is this?" Draco thought, his eyes going from hooded figure to hooded figure. "Now that I'm here, how can I ever get out again?"
The Death Eaters pushed back their hoods and took out their wands. Lucius moved next to Draco and shot him an expectant look. Draco pushed back his hood and took out his wand.
"Nasci Mortuus, Draco. Nasci Mortuus."
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"Look, down there!" Harry said, pointing forward to where a group of people had congregated on the beach.
"Where?" Ron asked, looking to where Harry was pointing.
"There! It's hard to see because they're all dressed in black but they aren't invisible."
Harry flew down lower and alighted a little ways off behind a sand dune. Ron landed a little less gracefully.
"Get off, Ron!" Hermione hissed, pushing the stunned Ron off of her chest. "It's a good thing you landed in SAND or else I would be dead."
"Are you saying I'm fat?" Ron asked grumpily, brushing sand off his sweater.
"No, but you did CRASH your broom!" Hermione replied severely.
"Let's just hope none of them heard it," Harry said, looking over the dune.
"Are you even sure this is the right group? It could be a party! Like a bon fire!" Ron asked, joining Harry and Hermione at the top of the dune.
"Do you SEE a bon fire, Ron?" Harry countered back.
"Well still! What's to say they're even what we're looking for?"
"Draco." Hermione murmured. Ron and Harry looked over at Hermione. "I can see him from here." She looked behind her. "Look at that Dark Mark in the sky. This is it."
They all paused as they watched the group of Death Eaters turn towards the sea, Draco smack in the middle. Hermione's new determination dwindled as she watched all of the arms outstretch towards the waves, wands held towards the sea.
"Are we just going to sit here and watch an army of dead warriors come and massacre us all?!" Ron whispered fervently.
"They won't kill us, Ron." Hermione murmured, watching the group. "Necromancy isn't like that."
"Then why raise a battle in the first place if they can't fight?!" Ron cried, punching the sand in frustration.
"Shut up, you nit wit!" Harry hissed, pushing Ron down again. "Necromancy is so illegal that the Ministry itself will come and inspect about it if they sense it. And dead guys roaming around Ireland will take a while to clean up! It will bring important people!"
"But this is so STUPID! Why are we sitting here?!"
"Enjoying the night air, perhaps?" a voice sounded from behind them.
Hermione, Harry, and Ron were pulled roughly to their feet to meet the eyes of Rodolphus Lestrange. He smiled as he pulled back his hood.
"How delightful! We never could have guessed we would be blessed with such guests as these!" Rodolphus and two other Death Eaters reached into their pockets, confiscating Harry, Hermione, and Ron's wands. They dragged them from behind the dune and onto the beach.
"Lucius! Stop!" The wands lowered and Draco breathed a sigh of relief.
"What is it Rodolphus?" he asked crossly.
"We have a few late party guests." He pushed Hermione, Harry, and Ron down on their knees, wands dug into the smalls of their backs.
"Oh?" Lucius walked over to Rodolphus and looked down at Harry. "Oh, you." He sighed. "I should have guessed. You're getting so predictable, Potter." His eyes went to Ron.
"And you've brought Arthur's little brat with you. Getting a bit careless." He finally saw Hermione, who was just waiting for his gaze, ready to meet it with her usual bold stare.
"Well, how did YOU get here? I certainly didn't expect to see YOU again. How unpleasant."
Draco came up next to his father and stared unbelievingly at Hermione. Hermione saw him and her look softened a bit. Her chin raised and her back straightened.
"What are you doing here?" Draco whispered.
"You should be asking yourself the same question," Hermione replied, suddenly feeling the world fall away until it was only her and Draco on that rocky beach.
"I have..." Draco barely mouthed. But his father saw. His father saw very clearly that although Draco was bound to Voldemort by his blood and his father, he could never be truly his son. If he had to choose, he would pick the filthy Mudblood who up and took over their house, turning Lucius's life upside down.
And it infuriated him..
His father pulled Draco back by his hood, throwing him back into the group that had gathered behind him. Draco was caught by many hands, gripping hands that held him tightly and securely.
"I thought I had gotten rid of you, but you'll always be there to make my life a little more hellish, won't you?" Lucius snarled, walking towards Hermione. Hermione said nothing. She only kneeled there looking up at the man whom she suddenly realized she wouldn't mind killing. Rodolphus's wand dug into her back sharply when she tried to stand up to face him, forcing her to kneel back down.
"But do you know what's going to make it all better?" Hermione remained silent. "That when I kill you, they'll be no one left to mourn."
"NO!" Draco screamed suddenly, fighting against the cold hands holding his arms back.
"Do you see what you've done to my family?" Lucius asked Hermione, not looking at his son. "You've turned my own son against me."
"It wasn't me, you stupid bastard." Hermione retorted under her breath. "If you hadn't been such an abusive prick than maybe he would have loved you more."
Lucius made a gargling sound in his throat and kicked Hermione in the chest. Hermione doubled forward and choked on her own breath. Lucius grabbed Hermione by the hair with a strangled yell, forcing her up roughly to meet his face. Hermione gasped for breath and for the pain as Draco tried to run forward.
"He does love me! He loves me like he SHOULD love his father!" He dragged Hermione towards Draco and stood in front his son.
"Look upon this boy," he screamed in Hermione's face. "LOOK at this boy who is willing to give up everything, his family, his name, his PURIITY to be with a snot nosed little brat!" Lucius lowered his mouth by Hermione's ear and laughed softly. "He was there when you finally found life. And he will be here to watch you lose it." He threw Hermione down on the sand and pulled out his wand.
"FATHER!" Draco cried, feeling his feet slip away from under him and his body fall to its knees.
"But first, you will watch your world disintegrate!" Lucius said, regaining his composure. "And you will watch my son do it."
Hermione flew up towards Lucius with a shriek, hands outstretched, when she was caught by Antonin and thrown back to the ground.
Lucius turned around to Draco, who was crying silently into the sand. "Get up boy!" He walked over and pulled Draco up by the scruff of the neck. He pushed him towards the sea.
"Nasci Mortuus, Draco!" Draco shook his head, tears silently falling to the dry sand beneath him.
"NASCI MORTUUS, DRACO!" Lucius screamed, holding his wand to Hermione's chest.
"Draco, no!" Harry yelled, trying to stand with Ron. Their Death Eaters kicked them back down, burying their faces into the sand.
Draco turned towards the sea and held out his wand to the waves.
"Draco!" Hermione cried out. Lucius kicked her down to her hands and held his wand to her back.
"Do it now, Draco, or God help me, I will kill her!" Lucius said, his voice rising once more to meet the fury of the sea wind.
Draco gulped back his sobbing as he raised his eyes to the ocean.
"Nasci Mortuus..."
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A/N: I'm sorry about the Nasci Mortuus" spell, because although I take French, my knowledge of Latin is limited to nothing. Thank you to the first few reviewers who corrected my mistakes! You helped me TREMENDOUSLY!! This was a long chapter, and probably took some time to read, so why does it matter if you take another minute to review it? It'll be fun..I'll give you a cookie!!
A/N: Finally! I took a break because I was in a play, but it's over now and I can write again! How refreshing! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The chill night air stung Draco's warm nose, despite the heavy black hood of his cloak. He could feel a slight mist in the air from the sea and he breathed it in deeply, enjoying the mild taste of salt on his tongue. The soft echo of the waves could be heard from a distance, although they would all be moving on to the beach when everyone arrived. No one else had arrived actually. It was just him and his father as of yet, somewhere.
Well, he didn't know quite where they were, but he knew that they were NO WHERE near Berkshire. He had met his father outside the house and the only thing exchanged was a side look from his father. Apparently he thought Draco might not show. He almost didn't..
The port key they used was a crumpled up piece of newspaper abandoned by the side of their fence. The trip was unusually long for a port key. Draco half expected that they had traveled to another country.
But now that they had arrived and had been standing there a full ten minutes, Draco wasn't so sure he was wrong. They were no where in England that he knew of, and he had been most places. It was too open where they were, and usually in England you could see the lights of a nearby town, but all that he could see here were hills.
And he was freezing!
Not that there was a difference there. Even in England you were considered daft not bringing a jacket where ever you went. Still, half the chills Draco felt were from anticipation. The other half worked down his spine until even his Father noticed the trembling.
"A little cold, son?" Lucius said from under his hood. Draco nodded, stamping his feet on the frozen ground to induce warmth. "We'll have to have you cloak hemmed a bit," Lucius said, turning his head towards the sea. "And it might be a good idea to wear a sweater under it next time."
Next time..
Suddenly they heard a pop as a man apperated behind them. They turned around just as Antonin Dolohov was straightening his cloak.
"Little cold out here, Lucius," he remarked casually.
"Antonin, glad to see you got out alright," Lucius said, shaking his hand.
"Most of the Dementors couldn't care less what we do, as long as they get to feed," he smiled. "And they got plenty."
Draco shivered. He would never get used to Dementors, however useful they were. He would put up with them, of course, but he surely wasn't planning on rooming with one. Antonin pulled off his hood and took in a deep breath. "It feels good to be out." Lucius nodded. "But who is this? I'm always the first to arrive." Antonin turned towards Draco.
"My son has finally decided to join us."
"Was he forced?"
"No."
Antonin walked towards Draco and pulled down Draco's hood. Draco looks up at him defiantly, his silver hair blowing up in the salty wind. "Glad to see you've developed some backbone." Antonin said softly. "When will the others be arriving?"
"Any minute now, Antonin." Lucius said. "We should move down to the beach." He moved off towards the sound of the crashing waves.
"Well go on, boy," Antonin said, coming up from behind Draco. "I'll follow. I need to leave a path."
Antonin turned, outstreached his wand towards the inky sky, and said almost lazily, "Morsmordre." A red fire shot out of the end of his wand, spiraling up towards the sky and exploding in a burst of fireworks. The fire settled quickly into the shimmering shape of the Dark Mark. The burst was so bright that Draco squeezed his eyes tightly closed, but he could still see the fiery image against the darkness of his eyelids. The pipes in his pocket throbbed with a harsh cold against his leg. Antonin turned around and smiled at Draco.
"Just so they know we're close." Antonin walked past Draco, who followed his retreating back away from the Dark Mark towards the beach.
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"This is hopeless!"
Ron flew up beside Harry, who had stopped in mid air to inspect the hills. "It's dark, Ireland is big, and what the hell can we do against dead people anyway?! Besides...." Ron continued, shifting uncomfortably on his broom, "...this wood is beginning to chafe."
"We need to at least try. And maybe we'll find Dumbledore on his way to the scene." Harry looked at Ron and grimaced. "And Ron...WAY too much information."
"I concur." Hermione said from the back of Ron's broom.
"I see that you've regained your sanity." Harry said, flying slowly along, watching the coast for any signs of magic.
"Has she ever!" Ron exclaimed, following Harry.
"I thought that if he was to battle Death Eaters, it'd make sense for him to know what he was doing. I've been teaching him a little about the history of Ireland," Hermione said.
"A 'little' is not the way to describe it," Ron muttered, following Harry faster along a cliffside.
"What are we looking for anyway, Hermione? How do we spot necromancy?" Harry asked.
"Well, it's the same way to spot other magic: you just sense it. And if the necromancers are stupid enough, you'll see the fire."
"Fire?" Ron asked, turning around to look at Hermione.
"Keep you eyes on the cliff, Ron," Hermione said, tiredly. "Not fire like an inferno, but the normal signs of sparks or flames that come from the wand."
"Oh." Ron said, flying a bit higher to avoid the sea spray. "And if not we'll just sense it?"
"As best we can," Hermione said, sighing.
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More Death Eaters were arriving. Guided by the Dark Mark they made their way to the beach, coming across the dunes as dark shadows and gathering around in a circle. They reminded Draco strongly of black beetles. He was half convinced that if he pulled down their hoods it would reveal a shiny black head and mandibles. No fire had been started on the sand. They all stood there in the cold listening to the silence and the occasional crashing wave as more black cloaked Death Eaters joined them. Very soon there were almost thirty Death Eaters. None of them spoke.
Lucius stepped forward-or maybe it was Lucius. Draco couldn't tell one person from another anymore.
"First off...Merry Christmas." Chuckles and sniggering could be heard from under the numerous black hoods. "You were all very wise to come here for what we do today will mark the next step in Voldemort's control."
Draco breathed in shakily, suddenly feeling strong waves of doubt. "Do I even know what I'm doing? How deep is this?" Draco thought, his eyes going from hooded figure to hooded figure. "Now that I'm here, how can I ever get out again?"
The Death Eaters pushed back their hoods and took out their wands. Lucius moved next to Draco and shot him an expectant look. Draco pushed back his hood and took out his wand.
"Nasci Mortuus, Draco. Nasci Mortuus."
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"Look, down there!" Harry said, pointing forward to where a group of people had congregated on the beach.
"Where?" Ron asked, looking to where Harry was pointing.
"There! It's hard to see because they're all dressed in black but they aren't invisible."
Harry flew down lower and alighted a little ways off behind a sand dune. Ron landed a little less gracefully.
"Get off, Ron!" Hermione hissed, pushing the stunned Ron off of her chest. "It's a good thing you landed in SAND or else I would be dead."
"Are you saying I'm fat?" Ron asked grumpily, brushing sand off his sweater.
"No, but you did CRASH your broom!" Hermione replied severely.
"Let's just hope none of them heard it," Harry said, looking over the dune.
"Are you even sure this is the right group? It could be a party! Like a bon fire!" Ron asked, joining Harry and Hermione at the top of the dune.
"Do you SEE a bon fire, Ron?" Harry countered back.
"Well still! What's to say they're even what we're looking for?"
"Draco." Hermione murmured. Ron and Harry looked over at Hermione. "I can see him from here." She looked behind her. "Look at that Dark Mark in the sky. This is it."
They all paused as they watched the group of Death Eaters turn towards the sea, Draco smack in the middle. Hermione's new determination dwindled as she watched all of the arms outstretch towards the waves, wands held towards the sea.
"Are we just going to sit here and watch an army of dead warriors come and massacre us all?!" Ron whispered fervently.
"They won't kill us, Ron." Hermione murmured, watching the group. "Necromancy isn't like that."
"Then why raise a battle in the first place if they can't fight?!" Ron cried, punching the sand in frustration.
"Shut up, you nit wit!" Harry hissed, pushing Ron down again. "Necromancy is so illegal that the Ministry itself will come and inspect about it if they sense it. And dead guys roaming around Ireland will take a while to clean up! It will bring important people!"
"But this is so STUPID! Why are we sitting here?!"
"Enjoying the night air, perhaps?" a voice sounded from behind them.
Hermione, Harry, and Ron were pulled roughly to their feet to meet the eyes of Rodolphus Lestrange. He smiled as he pulled back his hood.
"How delightful! We never could have guessed we would be blessed with such guests as these!" Rodolphus and two other Death Eaters reached into their pockets, confiscating Harry, Hermione, and Ron's wands. They dragged them from behind the dune and onto the beach.
"Lucius! Stop!" The wands lowered and Draco breathed a sigh of relief.
"What is it Rodolphus?" he asked crossly.
"We have a few late party guests." He pushed Hermione, Harry, and Ron down on their knees, wands dug into the smalls of their backs.
"Oh?" Lucius walked over to Rodolphus and looked down at Harry. "Oh, you." He sighed. "I should have guessed. You're getting so predictable, Potter." His eyes went to Ron.
"And you've brought Arthur's little brat with you. Getting a bit careless." He finally saw Hermione, who was just waiting for his gaze, ready to meet it with her usual bold stare.
"Well, how did YOU get here? I certainly didn't expect to see YOU again. How unpleasant."
Draco came up next to his father and stared unbelievingly at Hermione. Hermione saw him and her look softened a bit. Her chin raised and her back straightened.
"What are you doing here?" Draco whispered.
"You should be asking yourself the same question," Hermione replied, suddenly feeling the world fall away until it was only her and Draco on that rocky beach.
"I have..." Draco barely mouthed. But his father saw. His father saw very clearly that although Draco was bound to Voldemort by his blood and his father, he could never be truly his son. If he had to choose, he would pick the filthy Mudblood who up and took over their house, turning Lucius's life upside down.
And it infuriated him..
His father pulled Draco back by his hood, throwing him back into the group that had gathered behind him. Draco was caught by many hands, gripping hands that held him tightly and securely.
"I thought I had gotten rid of you, but you'll always be there to make my life a little more hellish, won't you?" Lucius snarled, walking towards Hermione. Hermione said nothing. She only kneeled there looking up at the man whom she suddenly realized she wouldn't mind killing. Rodolphus's wand dug into her back sharply when she tried to stand up to face him, forcing her to kneel back down.
"But do you know what's going to make it all better?" Hermione remained silent. "That when I kill you, they'll be no one left to mourn."
"NO!" Draco screamed suddenly, fighting against the cold hands holding his arms back.
"Do you see what you've done to my family?" Lucius asked Hermione, not looking at his son. "You've turned my own son against me."
"It wasn't me, you stupid bastard." Hermione retorted under her breath. "If you hadn't been such an abusive prick than maybe he would have loved you more."
Lucius made a gargling sound in his throat and kicked Hermione in the chest. Hermione doubled forward and choked on her own breath. Lucius grabbed Hermione by the hair with a strangled yell, forcing her up roughly to meet his face. Hermione gasped for breath and for the pain as Draco tried to run forward.
"He does love me! He loves me like he SHOULD love his father!" He dragged Hermione towards Draco and stood in front his son.
"Look upon this boy," he screamed in Hermione's face. "LOOK at this boy who is willing to give up everything, his family, his name, his PURIITY to be with a snot nosed little brat!" Lucius lowered his mouth by Hermione's ear and laughed softly. "He was there when you finally found life. And he will be here to watch you lose it." He threw Hermione down on the sand and pulled out his wand.
"FATHER!" Draco cried, feeling his feet slip away from under him and his body fall to its knees.
"But first, you will watch your world disintegrate!" Lucius said, regaining his composure. "And you will watch my son do it."
Hermione flew up towards Lucius with a shriek, hands outstretched, when she was caught by Antonin and thrown back to the ground.
Lucius turned around to Draco, who was crying silently into the sand. "Get up boy!" He walked over and pulled Draco up by the scruff of the neck. He pushed him towards the sea.
"Nasci Mortuus, Draco!" Draco shook his head, tears silently falling to the dry sand beneath him.
"NASCI MORTUUS, DRACO!" Lucius screamed, holding his wand to Hermione's chest.
"Draco, no!" Harry yelled, trying to stand with Ron. Their Death Eaters kicked them back down, burying their faces into the sand.
Draco turned towards the sea and held out his wand to the waves.
"Draco!" Hermione cried out. Lucius kicked her down to her hands and held his wand to her back.
"Do it now, Draco, or God help me, I will kill her!" Lucius said, his voice rising once more to meet the fury of the sea wind.
Draco gulped back his sobbing as he raised his eyes to the ocean.
"Nasci Mortuus..."
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A/N: I'm sorry about the Nasci Mortuus" spell, because although I take French, my knowledge of Latin is limited to nothing. Thank you to the first few reviewers who corrected my mistakes! You helped me TREMENDOUSLY!! This was a long chapter, and probably took some time to read, so why does it matter if you take another minute to review it? It'll be fun..I'll give you a cookie!!
