Title: Watashi Daiichi no shu dorei ai
Author: Shinigami Liliz Black
Status: BETAED by Thrnbrooke
Notes: If I ever say brunette to Harry somewhere, don't mind me, it's just a word I got stuck with! Two chapters left and Watashi Daichi no shu dorei ai is finished! Pyreflies is a word I half created to identify flying souls. Thanks for those reviews!
Chapter Twelve: The Founder's Tomb
"Remus!" James exclaimed at the sight of the wolf man. He noticed the wolf looked at him and a smile spread on his lips.
"By the name of Gryffindor, Lupus clan will join forces with the heir and curse those who had dared to step inside!" In fast challenging moves, the Lupus clan raised their weapons, high in the air and continued the war along with James' troops.
James smirked but his smirk dropped when he saw Dumbledore disappearing through the crowd of black hoods. Damn that old man!
From the forest, Lucius stared at the battle scene, as soldiers fell down. Others tried to stand up with missing body parts. He suddenly felt a squeezing feeling; cold and terrifying as if fear had seized him from inside and the horrible thought of losing James, of James abandoning him, crossed his mind. He tried to move but a guard behind him stopped him.
"I received strict orders in keeping you here." Lucius eyed the sword on the soldier's belt. He couldn't hold the feeling and with the little voice yelling inside, he kicked the soldier and removed the sheathed sword.
Lucius broke into a run as a soldier desperate to protect their belonging. The feeling inside grew and his skin prickled. What was this weird sensation? Worry? Panic? The pain grew as he jogged breathless as if something was squeezing his lugs and the air was limited.
Something thick and bold hit the blade of the sword, forcing Lucius to drop it. He looked as the primitive weapon flew a few feet away. Suddenly a figure appeared in front of him, picking up the sword; the man was about his age with long silky dark brown hair pushed into a pony tail. His eyes were piercing blue and his skin was very pale besides the brown, leather trousers he was wearing and the dark brown high heeled boots. His chest was bared marked with scars and carved drawings made of pigment and fading colors.
What really caught Lucius' attention were his ears. They were long, and at the end they bent down like small puppy ears. When he circled Lucius, he noticed a long black tail like that of a stray black dog. The man fingered the blade and with the flick of his finger the guard froze as if was petrified.
"I believe he told you to stay here, Malfoy." Lucius suddenly found himself glaring at the intruder.
"He needs help."
"Or were you going to stab him?"
"I wasn't going to stab him!" The man snorted; thrust the sword into the ground, leaning into it.
"Yeah right, since when does it concern you if James needs help? After all you're a Malfoy."
"Listen, you're making me waste precious time, I don't really give a damn what you say. You don't know anything about James?"
"And you do?" he suddenly asked, taking Lucius by surprise. "After all those years I spent with him, you come and tell me I know nothing?"
Lucius looked at the piercing blue eyes and felt a panic surging inside. "Spent?"
The man burst out laughing and removed the sword, handing it to Lucius. "Chill out lad, it was a joke!" he said cheerfully, slapping his back hard.
"Avanzi nel campo di battaglia, congiunga il clan di Lupus, Ora!" he yelled, gesturing behind him. Several men dressed similar to him stepped out of the shadows followed by stray dogs; they ran passed by them into the mass of massacre.
Lucius recognized the thick Italian accent and realized who the man was. "Padfoot! You're the chief of the Canis clan!"
"Sirius Black, the one and only Padfoot, chi La faceva pensiero che era?"
"Come on Lucius, you don't expect James to do everything by himself?" Lucius nodded and was about to follow him when something crossed his mind.
"Did you really spend some time with him?"
"I used to be his lover," Sirius said but his grin dropped when he saw Lucius' shocking face. "We were eight years old! Nothing happened really; we split when he realized we were more like brothers."
"Oh come on mate! Past is the past, James needs us, corretto?"
"Corretto!"With a strong determination both men stepped onto the battle field.
Draco felt weird listening to the flapping of black feathers on each side of him and the weird silky texture of the horse as it flies towards the Lands both (since Harry was behind) were trying to get to.
Draco looked behind him. The small brunette gripped the black hair of horse, terrify he would fall. It was difficult to look at the boy when he was in a body that was not his. They were very unlike, Tom Riddle's body has black-brown hair and pale skin, though Harry's green eyes were in place of those piercing blue eyes he used to see at every meeting.
Who would have thought Lord Tom Riddle was nothing more than a mere weakling looking for power. Pathetic!
To be honest, Draco had never lived such horrible and hard experiences like this, such as sacrificing his life to save another and doing absolutely everything for love. Even if he was rich, his father had only bothered to teach him defense techniques just in cause the kingdom might loose its king.
But nothing happened!
Until Harry arrived.
He snapped out of his thoughts as the Land of the Founders came into sight.
His eyes widen; he thought the Lands of The Founders were sacred lands of peace but what met his eyes was devastating. He could see James and his father's soldiers fighting for dear live trying to get their masters into the requested spot.
Something caught his eyes meters away from the battlefield, at the edge of some stone circling some dirty bronze tombs.
It was Lord Voldemort and he was running away.
Draco's sight darkened and he headed towards Voldemort.
Voldemort stopped suddenly hearing the sound of flapping wings. When he turned, two cold and solid horseshoes shoved him to the ground.
He saw Draco lowering from the large black horse followed by his rival, Harry Potter.
Damn!
She massaged her chin sitting in midair reflecting her life.
"If you can send everyone from here why can't you send someone near your tomb?"
She frowned. Merlin! It's time she moved! Taking the sable Shimegami stepped into the battle field.
"We meet again Lord Voldemort," Draco spat, hatred reflected in his now cold steely eyes.
"I thought of you dead," he sneered but his red eyes betrayed him; he was shocked!
"Maybe I came from the dead to haunt you."
Voldemort growled. "You know no…"
"I know nothing of dead, is that what you were about to say Voldemort? You don't, either." Draco sensed Harry behind him, gripping his hand. Where is your courage Harry? Has this body taken that gift?
Pyreflies appeared around then like faint illusions. Draco noticed Voldemort was inches away from the tombs of the Founders. History is repeating itself!
"I had come this far, grew stronger at every step…"
"But you can't control that body because it does not belong to you!" Draco exclaimed angrily.
There was a humming…
Et quand la lances du rétrécissement vient,
Les gens seront restauration,
La paix grandira
Et le monde nous sommes sachez de même qu'avant.
Draco listened to it. It was the voice of a young woman singing the words on French!
Quand vous orthographiez les mondes bien
les lances et tout avec surgit
a la foi et chante,
"toujours, mon thee, j'aimerai"
Have faith and chant, "Simper, Mei tu, ego nutus amor."
Draco opened his mouth and yelled before Voldemort could say anything, ""Simper, Mei tu, ego nutus amor."
Dozens of pyreflies rose and from the distance a woman with a royal blue dress and silver long cape appeared, pointing an arrow directly at Harry's heart.
TBC
Notes: Watashi is coming to an end! Hope you liked this chapter! I used lots of dictionaries! Love how I pictured Sirius and his Italian accent.
Avanzi nel campo di battaglia, congiunga il clan di Lupus, Ora!: step inside the battle field, join the Lupus clan, Now! Italian
Chi La faceva pensiero che era?: who did you thought it was? Italian
Corretto?: Okay? Italian
Et quand les lances craintives viennent,
le peuple sera reconstitué,
la paix se développera et le monde
que nous connaissons juste comme avant
(French)
And when the shrinking spears come,
The people will be restored,
Peace will grow
And the world we know just as before
Quand vous orthographiez les mondes bien
les lances et tout avec surgit
a la foi et chante,
"toujours, mon thee, j'aimerai"
(French)
When you spell the worlds right
The spears and all with arise
Have faith and chant,
"Always, my thee, I will love"
Next Chapter: Draco repeats history, Shimegami fades, and Sirius cries for his lover and something horrible happens to Harry.