Of All Things Relevant
Ch 5
~*~
With a groan, Draco Malfoy rolled over to look at the clock on his bedside table. With a sigh he dragged himself up into a sitting positing, sheets pooling around his waist, and scrubbed his face with a hand.
There was another hour until dinner, and there was nothing much to do. Leaning over, and brushing his white blonde hair out of his eyes, the seventh year pulled out his wand and muttered a few words.
Slowly he pulled a drawer out from the frame of his bed. Inside, were many different art supplies. Picking up a black, leather bound sketching book and a small canvas pouch, which zipped across the top. Inside were charcoal sticks and sketching pencils and other supplies.
Putting the items on top of the bed, Draco slipped out of bed and hurriedly threw on some robes.
Grabbing his things and walking down the stairs to the common room, the Slytherin boy glanced around. Not many people were down there, but in his present mood it was still to many.
Heading to the back corner of the room, towards a secluded bay window with a window seat, Draco sat down and opened the sketchbook to a clear page.
Drawing the curtains closed, he opened the bag and took out his eraser and pencils. He then looked out of the window (which overlooked the lake) and searched for a subject.
Almost as of hearing his pleas for something to draw, someone came walking down to the edge of the lake, and sat down on a rock, back facing him.
As the wind picked up their hair, Draco really noticed WHOM he was drawing for the first time. The wind was tossing around dark red hair, and a pail, slender hand tried to smooth it down.
Ginny Weasley had unknowingly become a model for Draco Malfoy. And Draco Malfoy had just unwittingly drawn a picture of Ginny Malfoy.
Who knew, would Professors Snape and McGonagall announce their engagement at dinner?
Frustrated at himself, Draco looked down at the page. There, sitting on the paper, was an exact replica of one Ginny Weasley, looking small and lonely.
~Looking like she needed to be taken into someone's arms and protected from the world. ~ Draco thought, and then physically jumped.
~Where the HELL did that thought come from? ~ he wondered.
The sketch was almost finished; all he had to do was add some shading and texture. Looking up at the place where Ginny sat, he noticed her getting up and moving towards the castle.
Before closing the sketchbook, Draco looked through his past portraits. There were quite a few of his mother, portraits, her at parties, sitting in the drawing room, really all over the house. There was a couple of his father, looking furious and menacing as usual.
A few pictures showed students sprawled around the Slytherin common room, studying, talking, or playing cards. A few pages along there were even a couple of Zabini posing with his broadsword. (Mind out of the gutter dearies.)
Finally closing the cover of the leather bound book, Draco opened the curtains, gathered his things, stretched, and walked back up to his dorms.
There wasn't anything else to do he mused. What else could he draw? Ridiculous things like unicorns and faeries? He scoffed at the mere idea.
~*~
Ginny walked down to the lake, and sat down. She desperately needed some alone time. It was chaotic. Luna and Bronwyn were hysterical over some charms essay due the next morning, and Natalie had gone off with some of her fourth year friends.
The 'dream team' had no more use of her than she did for a dancing bear. (A/n – strange analogy, I know.)
She sighed. Where was a good teddy bear when you needed it?
Sitting down on a flat rock overlooking the school lake, Ginny watched as the Giant Squid poked its head up above the water.
Ginny considered herself the invisible Weasley. The youngest, the quietest, the one who had done nothing spectacular.
~Unless you count opening the Chamber of Secrets as something spectacular.~ She thought bitterly.
The redheaded girl suddenly had a feeling of being watched. Resisting the urge to turn around and look back up at the castle, she resolutely continued looking at the lake.
After a while, she grew board with introspection and watching the same dull blue scene she had seen for the last six years.
Getting up, she headed back towards the castle, trying to once again smooth down her unruly locks.
Once she reached the doors, she opened them and wandered down the halls, watching the people that she walked by.
Without really thinking, she walked towards the library.
The musky smell of books and parchment hit her as she entered the vast rooms with shelves and bookcases all around. As she passed Madam Pince's desk, she smiled at the librarian.
Not quite sure just what she was doing, like she was watching her body from above, watching someone else, she walked towards the books on seers, prophecies, and predictions made by humans and other beings.
A large, red leather bound book with gold and silver inscribing caught her eye. Raising a slender hand, she gently pulled it out and blew the layer of dust off the cover, and walked over to the dusty chairs and table a few feet away. It seemed that not many people visited this particular part of the library.
Opening the cover to the tome slowly, she looked at the writing on the front page. It was handwritten, and it was in a form of calligraphy.
"What is written here, occurred on the Night of the seventh of June, Flitting in and out of dreams, Dancing in and out of beams, Of a silver moon."
Je'lant Veare, Seer of the Elves of the Nine Moons, 1592.
It intrigued her. Elves of the Nine Moons? It would be an interesting read if nothing else.
Turning the page almost reverently, she started to read.
On the left top corner was silver rose, and in the right bottom corner was another with the stem overlapping what appeared to be a full moon.
In the center of the page, in the same flowing black scrip as on the front page was.....something. Ginny wasn't sure as to what exactly it meant.
"Child, my life has been long, what I tell you could be wrong, don't take it to heart, but I must write this down before I part to the seas, I feel it must be so, Away these warnings you must not throw."
"Well this is just getting more and more ominous." Ginny muttered sarcastically. She had a funny feeling that it would take a long time for her to go through reading all of these......things that this Je'lant had written.
Walking back to the shelf, she looked for any other books written by the Elven Seer.
Another small, black book was next to a brown leather book, both with half moons on it. She picked them up and opened them to the front pages, checking to see if the author was the same. They were.
Setting them down next to the red book, Ginny sat down again in the seat, putting her legs up on the chair opposite.
She turned the page again.
~*~
These things I see,
May well never be
But still child, I must warn you.
Beware of whom you trust.
Fight the dark one always- this you must.
The whole world waits,
Look for his taints.
And child, look at the signs around you.
Two worlds, two words – harmony, balance
These rest upon one word- valiance.
Fight when needed,
Advice must be heeded.
Child, I remind you, always look behind you.
Don't steal the roses – they have thorns,
And keep in mind, not all evils have horns.
Not all dark things are bad,
Completely sane may be mad.
Child take note of what I tell you.
One last warning, then I must be gone.
They've always been with you, yes, all along.
Glory is not all it's meant to be,
Just a secret, between you and me.
Listen child. Remember child.
~*~
~Well. That was strange. 'Don't steal the roses, they have thorns?' – 'completely sane may be mad'? What the hell is all this?~ Ginny thought as she continued on to the next page.
~*~
Guinevere from tales of old,
Was Arthur's- strong, beautiful, bold.
But when he went away to wars to win,
Sir Lancelot took her heart's place for him.
Eyes of emerald, locks of rose,
This fair lady knew not where to go
The king's right hand man became a foe.
They might have never been long alone,
But she swore to him to come for dark's light –
To break Lancelot's cold heart of stone.
While red and white fought tooth and nail,
Neither knew who would prevail.
Two dragon's- beautiful, fierce
By lilies one's heart shall be pierced.
Until they come to see the light,
Both will think that they are right.
Dark will cover all in sight
But still these two will fight with all their might,
But unless they see, their people dark will maul,
No other way, until they fall
~*~
Ginny closed the book with a sigh. It was all so confusing. And she had barely even started reading yet. The youngest Weasley looked at her wristwatch and jumped. Dinner had started 10 minuets ago!
Grabbing the books, she rushed to the librarian's desk, signing her name on the 'out' list, muttering a quick good bye to the lady.
Not even bothering to go and put the books back in her dorm, she rushed down to the Great Hall.
Puffing slightly, she ignored the looks she got as she half ran, half walked to where Bronwyn, Luna, and Natalie were sitting.
"Where were you?" asked Luna.
Ginny took a couple of deep breaths before answering. "In the library. I found some really interesting – and confusing- books written by an Elven seer." As she said this, she plonked the books down next to her plate and piled food onto her plate.
Bronwyn reached over and grabbed the red tome.
She raised an eyebrow as she read from the page.
"The one prophecies have foretold,
She comes alone, They broke the mold.
To fall for a heir of a house of old,
She comes forth from red and gold.
Her right hand- temper like a blade,
Broken alliances, she remade,
Steel sings a deadly song,
Chaos and harmony still sing on.
Dark and pure
Together again
Their friendship remains
Well past the end
The darkness' light shall shine once more,
An ancient knight, from Merlin's old lore.
The gray one smiles oh so coldly,
When one steps up to confront him boldly.
The gray man's wolf howls –danger near
Threaten them, anger them, do you dare?
Strange red eyes start to prowl- light beware
When these four come together, you need not fear."
Ginny nodded as she shoveled more food into her mouth. Swallowing she looked up at her friends.
"I've only read the first two in that book. Read the second page. It's pretty vague, and confusing. We have to go and analyze it later."
Luna smiled at her. "Ooh. Big words. Ginny's feelin' smart."
Ginny glared at her friend. "Shut up Luna."
Natalie grinned at Bronwyn over the two's heads, before stuffing more cheesecake into her mouth. Which she incidentally chocked on as Ron's voice –projected- itself from behind her.
"What are you going to analyze?" the tall redheaded boy asked, quite loudly.
Natalie turned to him and glared, as did Bronwyn. The blonde fourth year turned to the welsh girl.
"What is it with people suddenly speaking from behind us?!" she asked, exasperated.
Bronwyn shrugged a shoulder. "I have no clue. It gives me heebie-jeebies. I think I'm turning paranoid."
Ginny looked at them, and Luna rolled her eyes. "When are you not?" asked Ginny.
Luna raised her eyebrows skeptically. "Heebie-jeebies Bronwyn?"
Bronwyn merely raised an eyebrow, which Ginny ignored. The girl turned to her brother.
"Did you get a letter from Mum?" she asked him.
"Nice try Gin." He said flatly. "What are those?" he asked finally seeing the three books.
"Nothing." Said Natalie as she picked them up and got up. The other three did the same.
"Just some books." Luna said as she walked out.
The other girls followed her.
~Why does it always seem that one of us, or all of us are always walking away from confrontations from them?~ Ginny asked herself as she once again walked through the Great Hall's entrance.
Ch 5
~*~
With a groan, Draco Malfoy rolled over to look at the clock on his bedside table. With a sigh he dragged himself up into a sitting positing, sheets pooling around his waist, and scrubbed his face with a hand.
There was another hour until dinner, and there was nothing much to do. Leaning over, and brushing his white blonde hair out of his eyes, the seventh year pulled out his wand and muttered a few words.
Slowly he pulled a drawer out from the frame of his bed. Inside, were many different art supplies. Picking up a black, leather bound sketching book and a small canvas pouch, which zipped across the top. Inside were charcoal sticks and sketching pencils and other supplies.
Putting the items on top of the bed, Draco slipped out of bed and hurriedly threw on some robes.
Grabbing his things and walking down the stairs to the common room, the Slytherin boy glanced around. Not many people were down there, but in his present mood it was still to many.
Heading to the back corner of the room, towards a secluded bay window with a window seat, Draco sat down and opened the sketchbook to a clear page.
Drawing the curtains closed, he opened the bag and took out his eraser and pencils. He then looked out of the window (which overlooked the lake) and searched for a subject.
Almost as of hearing his pleas for something to draw, someone came walking down to the edge of the lake, and sat down on a rock, back facing him.
As the wind picked up their hair, Draco really noticed WHOM he was drawing for the first time. The wind was tossing around dark red hair, and a pail, slender hand tried to smooth it down.
Ginny Weasley had unknowingly become a model for Draco Malfoy. And Draco Malfoy had just unwittingly drawn a picture of Ginny Malfoy.
Who knew, would Professors Snape and McGonagall announce their engagement at dinner?
Frustrated at himself, Draco looked down at the page. There, sitting on the paper, was an exact replica of one Ginny Weasley, looking small and lonely.
~Looking like she needed to be taken into someone's arms and protected from the world. ~ Draco thought, and then physically jumped.
~Where the HELL did that thought come from? ~ he wondered.
The sketch was almost finished; all he had to do was add some shading and texture. Looking up at the place where Ginny sat, he noticed her getting up and moving towards the castle.
Before closing the sketchbook, Draco looked through his past portraits. There were quite a few of his mother, portraits, her at parties, sitting in the drawing room, really all over the house. There was a couple of his father, looking furious and menacing as usual.
A few pictures showed students sprawled around the Slytherin common room, studying, talking, or playing cards. A few pages along there were even a couple of Zabini posing with his broadsword. (Mind out of the gutter dearies.)
Finally closing the cover of the leather bound book, Draco opened the curtains, gathered his things, stretched, and walked back up to his dorms.
There wasn't anything else to do he mused. What else could he draw? Ridiculous things like unicorns and faeries? He scoffed at the mere idea.
~*~
Ginny walked down to the lake, and sat down. She desperately needed some alone time. It was chaotic. Luna and Bronwyn were hysterical over some charms essay due the next morning, and Natalie had gone off with some of her fourth year friends.
The 'dream team' had no more use of her than she did for a dancing bear. (A/n – strange analogy, I know.)
She sighed. Where was a good teddy bear when you needed it?
Sitting down on a flat rock overlooking the school lake, Ginny watched as the Giant Squid poked its head up above the water.
Ginny considered herself the invisible Weasley. The youngest, the quietest, the one who had done nothing spectacular.
~Unless you count opening the Chamber of Secrets as something spectacular.~ She thought bitterly.
The redheaded girl suddenly had a feeling of being watched. Resisting the urge to turn around and look back up at the castle, she resolutely continued looking at the lake.
After a while, she grew board with introspection and watching the same dull blue scene she had seen for the last six years.
Getting up, she headed back towards the castle, trying to once again smooth down her unruly locks.
Once she reached the doors, she opened them and wandered down the halls, watching the people that she walked by.
Without really thinking, she walked towards the library.
The musky smell of books and parchment hit her as she entered the vast rooms with shelves and bookcases all around. As she passed Madam Pince's desk, she smiled at the librarian.
Not quite sure just what she was doing, like she was watching her body from above, watching someone else, she walked towards the books on seers, prophecies, and predictions made by humans and other beings.
A large, red leather bound book with gold and silver inscribing caught her eye. Raising a slender hand, she gently pulled it out and blew the layer of dust off the cover, and walked over to the dusty chairs and table a few feet away. It seemed that not many people visited this particular part of the library.
Opening the cover to the tome slowly, she looked at the writing on the front page. It was handwritten, and it was in a form of calligraphy.
"What is written here, occurred on the Night of the seventh of June, Flitting in and out of dreams, Dancing in and out of beams, Of a silver moon."
Je'lant Veare, Seer of the Elves of the Nine Moons, 1592.
It intrigued her. Elves of the Nine Moons? It would be an interesting read if nothing else.
Turning the page almost reverently, she started to read.
On the left top corner was silver rose, and in the right bottom corner was another with the stem overlapping what appeared to be a full moon.
In the center of the page, in the same flowing black scrip as on the front page was.....something. Ginny wasn't sure as to what exactly it meant.
"Child, my life has been long, what I tell you could be wrong, don't take it to heart, but I must write this down before I part to the seas, I feel it must be so, Away these warnings you must not throw."
"Well this is just getting more and more ominous." Ginny muttered sarcastically. She had a funny feeling that it would take a long time for her to go through reading all of these......things that this Je'lant had written.
Walking back to the shelf, she looked for any other books written by the Elven Seer.
Another small, black book was next to a brown leather book, both with half moons on it. She picked them up and opened them to the front pages, checking to see if the author was the same. They were.
Setting them down next to the red book, Ginny sat down again in the seat, putting her legs up on the chair opposite.
She turned the page again.
~*~
These things I see,
May well never be
But still child, I must warn you.
Beware of whom you trust.
Fight the dark one always- this you must.
The whole world waits,
Look for his taints.
And child, look at the signs around you.
Two worlds, two words – harmony, balance
These rest upon one word- valiance.
Fight when needed,
Advice must be heeded.
Child, I remind you, always look behind you.
Don't steal the roses – they have thorns,
And keep in mind, not all evils have horns.
Not all dark things are bad,
Completely sane may be mad.
Child take note of what I tell you.
One last warning, then I must be gone.
They've always been with you, yes, all along.
Glory is not all it's meant to be,
Just a secret, between you and me.
Listen child. Remember child.
~*~
~Well. That was strange. 'Don't steal the roses, they have thorns?' – 'completely sane may be mad'? What the hell is all this?~ Ginny thought as she continued on to the next page.
~*~
Guinevere from tales of old,
Was Arthur's- strong, beautiful, bold.
But when he went away to wars to win,
Sir Lancelot took her heart's place for him.
Eyes of emerald, locks of rose,
This fair lady knew not where to go
The king's right hand man became a foe.
They might have never been long alone,
But she swore to him to come for dark's light –
To break Lancelot's cold heart of stone.
While red and white fought tooth and nail,
Neither knew who would prevail.
Two dragon's- beautiful, fierce
By lilies one's heart shall be pierced.
Until they come to see the light,
Both will think that they are right.
Dark will cover all in sight
But still these two will fight with all their might,
But unless they see, their people dark will maul,
No other way, until they fall
~*~
Ginny closed the book with a sigh. It was all so confusing. And she had barely even started reading yet. The youngest Weasley looked at her wristwatch and jumped. Dinner had started 10 minuets ago!
Grabbing the books, she rushed to the librarian's desk, signing her name on the 'out' list, muttering a quick good bye to the lady.
Not even bothering to go and put the books back in her dorm, she rushed down to the Great Hall.
Puffing slightly, she ignored the looks she got as she half ran, half walked to where Bronwyn, Luna, and Natalie were sitting.
"Where were you?" asked Luna.
Ginny took a couple of deep breaths before answering. "In the library. I found some really interesting – and confusing- books written by an Elven seer." As she said this, she plonked the books down next to her plate and piled food onto her plate.
Bronwyn reached over and grabbed the red tome.
She raised an eyebrow as she read from the page.
"The one prophecies have foretold,
She comes alone, They broke the mold.
To fall for a heir of a house of old,
She comes forth from red and gold.
Her right hand- temper like a blade,
Broken alliances, she remade,
Steel sings a deadly song,
Chaos and harmony still sing on.
Dark and pure
Together again
Their friendship remains
Well past the end
The darkness' light shall shine once more,
An ancient knight, from Merlin's old lore.
The gray one smiles oh so coldly,
When one steps up to confront him boldly.
The gray man's wolf howls –danger near
Threaten them, anger them, do you dare?
Strange red eyes start to prowl- light beware
When these four come together, you need not fear."
Ginny nodded as she shoveled more food into her mouth. Swallowing she looked up at her friends.
"I've only read the first two in that book. Read the second page. It's pretty vague, and confusing. We have to go and analyze it later."
Luna smiled at her. "Ooh. Big words. Ginny's feelin' smart."
Ginny glared at her friend. "Shut up Luna."
Natalie grinned at Bronwyn over the two's heads, before stuffing more cheesecake into her mouth. Which she incidentally chocked on as Ron's voice –projected- itself from behind her.
"What are you going to analyze?" the tall redheaded boy asked, quite loudly.
Natalie turned to him and glared, as did Bronwyn. The blonde fourth year turned to the welsh girl.
"What is it with people suddenly speaking from behind us?!" she asked, exasperated.
Bronwyn shrugged a shoulder. "I have no clue. It gives me heebie-jeebies. I think I'm turning paranoid."
Ginny looked at them, and Luna rolled her eyes. "When are you not?" asked Ginny.
Luna raised her eyebrows skeptically. "Heebie-jeebies Bronwyn?"
Bronwyn merely raised an eyebrow, which Ginny ignored. The girl turned to her brother.
"Did you get a letter from Mum?" she asked him.
"Nice try Gin." He said flatly. "What are those?" he asked finally seeing the three books.
"Nothing." Said Natalie as she picked them up and got up. The other three did the same.
"Just some books." Luna said as she walked out.
The other girls followed her.
~Why does it always seem that one of us, or all of us are always walking away from confrontations from them?~ Ginny asked herself as she once again walked through the Great Hall's entrance.