Author: Innocence
Title: Scelto Per Qualcosa
Chapter 6
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Hermione lay nestled amongst the many blankets and pillows on her canopy bed. She stared restlessly up at the burgundy bed hanging covering the four posters opening. She couldn't keep her mind off the nights events.
Faruiza, the vampiress that had turned Malfoy, had handed over a very important part of her legacy, of Narcissa's legacy, hell, even Draco's.
Narcissa and Faruiza had been in Ravenclaw at Hogwarts together. That not only shattered 'The whole lot o' them have been in Slytherin,' but also lead to some kind of conspiracy. Very deep rooted conspiracy.
'They have a plan,' Hermione thought. Times when she couldn't sleep were perfect times for analyzing. 'A plan Narcissa mentioned after Lucius had…' Her clear thought trailed off and veered back into the mass void of thoughts. Hermione squeezed her eyes shut, and her bottom lip quivered for a second.
Draco was abused by his father, ever since he was young, and for stupid things like reading a Muggle vampire novel. She had read about the repercussions of child abuse in a psychology magazine. Her mom always had a subscription to those types of medical journals, and being the knowledge hound she was Hermione had read them all 'till their pages were dog-eared and the pages torn.
Abused children tended to withdraw and not form lasting connections with peers. It was in Maslow's Basic Hierarchy of Human Needs, safety comes before love and belonging, not allowing them to get over the fact that they are in danger and cope with friends. That would explain the use of Crabbe and Goyle as brainless bodyguards, and Pansy as a convenient one-nighter whenever he liked.
It also explained his readiness to do whatever to do whatever his father said, even picking fights with the opposite three houses. If her got rough treatment at home for doing next to nothing, what would happen if he blatantly defied his will. Especially with Lucius' Death Eater values or lack of values.
Hermione sighed. It was no use trying to sleep with all her thoughts buzzing so rapidly around in her mind. Silently, she sat up, careful not to draw the attention of her light sleeping roommates, Lavender and Parvati. Hermione grimaced as she pulled her thick curls back into a floppy bun with the hair tie on her wrist. It would take a lot of brushing tomorrow to get all those knots out.
She reached to her bedside table and groped around in the dark until her hand closed around the slim, round piece of wood. With her free hand that wasn't holding her wand reached under one of her crimson, gold embroidered pillows. Reverently, she pulled the leather book Faruiza had given her from underneath.
"Mini Lumos," Hermione whispered, just audibly. A pale beam of light shot from the end of her wand. The column of illumination was just the size of an American penny. It provided just enough light for reading. Hermione had to admit, as brilliant as the Headmaster was, eliminating Head Boy and Girl positions wasn't one of his more genius ideas, if he hadn't she wouldn't have to hide under the covers to read and do homework like she had been doing for the last six and a half years.
She lethargically ran her fingers around the cover. The leather was so smooth it felt like a rare soft metal. She opened up to the page after the one she stopped at. Hopefully this would be Faruiza's response, and would explain who Catalina was.
Dear Narcissa,
You do not have to worry about being a bad mother. Listen to Draco, he love you. No one expects you to stop Lucius. Trained Ministry officials and Aurors have tried and paid with their lives. Give Draco all the love you can, and prepare him the best you can for Lucius' curses, and most important learn to protect yourself. If you can't protect yourself you can't protect Draco, and you can't do anything more then that.
The plan should work, Narcissa, but we have to wait. I've known Draco ever since he was a baby, so that should help, and no matter what keep him on those books. We need to establish his mortal loyalty.
Catalina has been dragging me all over Asia these past few weeks. And I've tried to get more information on Vampyr Magik, but I don't think she even knows. All she said was 'It helped me find you.' I also talked to Donovan, he said it was too ancient to explain in mere Italian or English. Latin git. I will find it though Narcissa, never worry. Love you and Draco.
~Faruiza~
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Draco lay quietly sleeping on his side in his green and silver bed. His favorite colors, the Slytherin colors, Malfoy colors. His face was peaceful, his white-blonde hair fell silkily all around his pillow and into his eyes. The rise and fall of his chest was very slight. At first glance you wouldn't even think he was breathing. His lips were relaxed, not sneering or smirking.
Crabbe and Goyle had been wary to go to sleep in the same room with him that night. At first Draco had encouraged it, more fear in the Malfoy name the better. But then it had gotten annoying when they offered Blaise Zabini, the fourth roommate up to him in sacrifice, a way to 'appease the bloody god'.
They had been forced to sleep in the common room, while Draco and Blaise had laughed. Draco liked Blaise even if he couldn't be seen in public with him. Blaise was one of the only Slytherins who was not expected to follow the Dark Lord. If Draco was seen with him, several owls would be sent off the Lucius within seconds.
Blaise was a tall lithe boy with curly black hair, that never drew attention to himself. Half the school had no clue who he was.
Draco made a face in his sleep, and moments later Faruiza materialized into his bedroom. Carefully, she made her way to his bedside. Her green-yellow eyes looked, if possible, even more paranormal in the dark then all the other times. Draco's eyes snapped open, completely in focus and unblurred, trained on the invading vampiress.
He opened his mouth to speak, but Faruiza placed a slender finger to his lips, a soothing look on her face.
Thank you for speaking to Dumbledore. I can do more for you outside of that cage. Her hushed voice resounded in his mind. He raised a blonde eyebrow.
Sire/Childe thing again? He questioned, trying his best to compile his thoughts into clear sentences.
No, a power of mine, telepathy. She answered then raised her own eyebrow at his shirtless state. He simply shrugged.
You don't have to thank me for Dumbledore. Draco told her sincerely. Faruiza nodded. She was wearing a long, black hooded cape, and now she pulled the cloak back and unfastened something from the inside lining. Draco saw a flash of silver.
These are yours, She held out her hand, and two glittering armbands. Draco slowly picked them up, and ran a finger over the smooth cool metal. Dragons were burned into the bands. One was on each, both were spitting out flames only one had black fire and the other white.
What are they? He asked, slowly tracing the charred grooves in the metal.
They're armbands. Draco shot her a look, and she gave him a gentle smile. They represent your power, and are forged by Vampyr Magik. She pushed back her velvet cloak to show Draco her floral armbands. He nodded as he studied them. They were etched not burned and the roses had no color except for the metal unlike the black and white colored parts of his armbands.
Someone groaned deeply, drawing both vampires attention to the now waking Blaise.
You should go, Draco sighed, and slipped the armbands up his pale, muscled arms, onto his biceps. They melded perfectly to the contours of his upper-arms. When they were in place, they shone white then black for an instant. He cocked an eyebrow in curiosity, but didn't say anything. He was not a pureblood growing up around dark magic and the unexplainable his entire life without learning that things that happen randomly don't usually mean its weird. And judging from Faruiza's smile it was a good thing.
"She knows something you need, Draco, and you know something she doesn't," Faruiza spoke out loud, then dissipated. Blaise woke up all the way now, a close call, if he had been awake three seconds earlier he wouldn't have seen the vampiress. He glanced over to Draco, blurry-eyed, and grinned.
"You ready for Gryffindor vs. Slytherin today?"
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