Author's note: Guess what? Another chapter! I'm trying to write twice as
much before I leave for Mars Hill (July 12-16). That, and I just got a lot
of inspiration and no one to spend it on ::sniffle:: . Since I have
absolutely no little idiosyncrasies to show off to you this time, here's a
Draco-fan treat. Now, onto the deepness!
His long, thick, matty, blonde hair covered his translucent blue eyes. He now donned Muggle clothing; however, it was those that gave him dirty looks from normal Muggles. How much he would love to torture those little old ladies with their cloudy-white hair and butterbeer bottle glasses. But no, that wasn't what his father wanted. It was what his master would have wanted if he was living-but his fate was sealed, and it was his fault. If only he knew what the Dark Lord's intentions truly were! He could have killed Harry Potter, destroyed the room inside the Department of Mysteries, anything to prevent the inevitable to happen. But no, his father had refused him to take any actions for the Dark Order. 'Go to Hogwarts, learn your magic, the Dark Lord always want youthful, powerful, trained wizards' But look where it got him; his master murdered in front of his eyes, his father dying minutes afterward, and his mother dying a slow, painful death. He had been by her bedside, catering to her wishes, until she could not communicate to him any longer. She had died in her sleep, but before she had drifted off, she had whispered six disturbing words to him. "It was all for the Cause." What Cause? That Harry Potter would kill the Dark Lord? But then he too had said the same thing when he had performed that spell. "It was all for the Cause." No, the strangest thing was that Harry looked into his eyes and said it before passing on. As if he was muttering a secondary spell that would seal his own fate. Well, Harry Potter was going to be wrong.
Draco Malfoy watched as Crabbe and Goyle were snoring in their room of an inn several kilometers outside of London. They had ventured out into the public after Draco had properly buried his mother and father. The reason was invisible; however, since basically all of wizard kind was dying out, there was a need to learn to act like a Muggle. Crabbe and Goyle were hesitant to throw away their wizard robes for Muggle clothing; indeed, it was hard to find clothes for large-sized young men. For Draco, however, it was quite relieving to discard the long, thick, ebony robes; to burn the Hogwarts ties and deacons; and to find clothes that suited him. He looked down at his tall, slender body; he wore a long-sleeved, thin, buttoned black shirt, his pants, though slightly too big of him, were made of polyester. Around his wrists were metallic and plastic wristbands of assorting colors; some were gold, others silver. His boots were perhaps the only non-Muggle item he kept; they were of raw dragon hide and seemed to match his sardonic look. Draco could easily blend in with the Underground London crowd; however, there was still something that held him...
Thirsty, Draco stepped over the two large bodies lying on the floor and walked out of the room. Entering the bar, he plopped Muggle money and ordered himself a drink. As he sipped the drink, his eyes traveled around the room and eventually they met up with a light, violet pair. Examining her from the top, Draco characterized that either she was not from Great Britain, or perhaps not from this side of the world. Her skin was a pale ivory, contrasting against her jet-black wavy hair. She was in a lengthy lavender strapless dress, decorated with lace. It seemed like she had fishnet stockings on her arms, and wore small, yet strapped heels. What shocked Draco the most was that she appeared to have a wand; however, this exceeded the normal type of wand and had a weird shape on the end of it. Who exactly was this woman? Draco thought. As if sensing his thoughts, the woman motioned for him to join her. Curious, Draco sat beside her.
"How much do you value life?" She whispered; Draco blinked in confusion.
"I don't exactly know what you're asking." He replied; the woman smiled and leaned over to his ear.
"How much do you want to live?" She rephrased, "To trust a person if they knew of the future?" Draco glared at her.
"And what do you know?" He asked, she grinned.
"In approximately ten minutes, I will destroy this tavern." She stated, "There is too much magic infested here; everyone in this building will die."
"Including yourself?" Draco asked, "Because of the looks of it, you're here to stay." The woman laughed out loud.
"Here to stay???" She cracked, "My dear, I am not even from this era in time; I am from the 25th century, where magic has reborn again."
"So it's true?" Draco inquired, the more this woman said, the more curious he was, "Magic will eventually die out and wizard kind will be no more?" She nodded.
"Indeed; mankind is so focused on the advancement of machinery, that magic will be ignored and spat on for nearly four hundred years. It is a cruel punishment for magic kind, but perhaps the one who caused this should have realized his fate before taking all unnecessary actions to prevent it. Ah well, that is fate." Draco faced her, he couldn't believe anyone would insult his master.
"How dare you speak of the Dark Lord that way," Draco hissed, "He made so many magical advancements-"
"That was way before his time, and trust me it did help with the foundations of academies and schools of my day; but they are and were ...too powerful." The woman ended as she stood up and walked out of the door; Draco followed her.
"You're not telling me that Hogwarts will arise again?" He cried as she led him away from the tavern, "Along with Durmstang and other institutes of magic? If magic is to be forgotten and faded for four hundred years, how can they be revived?" She smiled.
"My dearest, your little magic schools will be rotted into sacred ruins, and magic will revive on its own...it always has...it always will. Now, since you've listened to me and took my advice, let me reward you." She turned around and with a single wave of her wand, she had blown the inn into pieces. Draco was more amazed that this woman did not have to say a word to perform magic than the fact that his two best friends were dead. Then, everything that Draco was so confused about clicked in his head.
"Wait, you know about the Book of Fate, don't you?" He asked, "Where is it in this time and place. Tell me!" The woman turned to him with a frown on her face.
"My dear, I do not know where the Book of Fate is, in my time or yours." She answered, "It is said that humans were not meant to have it because of their corruptness; that they could not deal with the idea of their own death. Young wizard, learn of this: for thousands of years this world has searched high and low for that book, and when they finally gave up, they knew the reason why. The Book of Fate would not be in a constant- changing world, but a stable one. Magic is slowly dying out, I can feel it escaping through the air; technology is advancing at a high pace and soon will be consuming everyone's lives. Wars will break out, people will be murdered, and the world will shift once more. There will be no need for magic until it is resurrected in the 25th century; when things are stable once more. Consider yourself lucky that you were able to experience a small bit of a true gift and curse." In the bright moonlight, Draco could see the woman's tears fall onto the ground; then, the sky went dark as clouds passed over and went the sky had cleared she had disappeared. Draco never even managed to ask for her name. Turning to face the tavern, Draco soon remembered something.
It was an inn meant for wizards, a refuge from the Muggle world. Dozens upon dozens of wizards were spending the night there. And this woman had destroyed it, stating that there was too much magic. Draco could feel the magic hanging in the air; he was tempted to just stand in it; however, an angry, yet familiar voice stopped him.
"I can't believe it! This HAD to be done with magic! "
"How so if magic is supposedly to be slipping away from us?"
Silence filled the air as Draco walked away from the tavern, out of the sight of Hermione Granger.
Okay, folks, I have no idea whether to take it Draco or Hermione. Any ideas? By the way, can anyone guess who the woman was? A treat for the right answer!
His long, thick, matty, blonde hair covered his translucent blue eyes. He now donned Muggle clothing; however, it was those that gave him dirty looks from normal Muggles. How much he would love to torture those little old ladies with their cloudy-white hair and butterbeer bottle glasses. But no, that wasn't what his father wanted. It was what his master would have wanted if he was living-but his fate was sealed, and it was his fault. If only he knew what the Dark Lord's intentions truly were! He could have killed Harry Potter, destroyed the room inside the Department of Mysteries, anything to prevent the inevitable to happen. But no, his father had refused him to take any actions for the Dark Order. 'Go to Hogwarts, learn your magic, the Dark Lord always want youthful, powerful, trained wizards' But look where it got him; his master murdered in front of his eyes, his father dying minutes afterward, and his mother dying a slow, painful death. He had been by her bedside, catering to her wishes, until she could not communicate to him any longer. She had died in her sleep, but before she had drifted off, she had whispered six disturbing words to him. "It was all for the Cause." What Cause? That Harry Potter would kill the Dark Lord? But then he too had said the same thing when he had performed that spell. "It was all for the Cause." No, the strangest thing was that Harry looked into his eyes and said it before passing on. As if he was muttering a secondary spell that would seal his own fate. Well, Harry Potter was going to be wrong.
Draco Malfoy watched as Crabbe and Goyle were snoring in their room of an inn several kilometers outside of London. They had ventured out into the public after Draco had properly buried his mother and father. The reason was invisible; however, since basically all of wizard kind was dying out, there was a need to learn to act like a Muggle. Crabbe and Goyle were hesitant to throw away their wizard robes for Muggle clothing; indeed, it was hard to find clothes for large-sized young men. For Draco, however, it was quite relieving to discard the long, thick, ebony robes; to burn the Hogwarts ties and deacons; and to find clothes that suited him. He looked down at his tall, slender body; he wore a long-sleeved, thin, buttoned black shirt, his pants, though slightly too big of him, were made of polyester. Around his wrists were metallic and plastic wristbands of assorting colors; some were gold, others silver. His boots were perhaps the only non-Muggle item he kept; they were of raw dragon hide and seemed to match his sardonic look. Draco could easily blend in with the Underground London crowd; however, there was still something that held him...
Thirsty, Draco stepped over the two large bodies lying on the floor and walked out of the room. Entering the bar, he plopped Muggle money and ordered himself a drink. As he sipped the drink, his eyes traveled around the room and eventually they met up with a light, violet pair. Examining her from the top, Draco characterized that either she was not from Great Britain, or perhaps not from this side of the world. Her skin was a pale ivory, contrasting against her jet-black wavy hair. She was in a lengthy lavender strapless dress, decorated with lace. It seemed like she had fishnet stockings on her arms, and wore small, yet strapped heels. What shocked Draco the most was that she appeared to have a wand; however, this exceeded the normal type of wand and had a weird shape on the end of it. Who exactly was this woman? Draco thought. As if sensing his thoughts, the woman motioned for him to join her. Curious, Draco sat beside her.
"How much do you value life?" She whispered; Draco blinked in confusion.
"I don't exactly know what you're asking." He replied; the woman smiled and leaned over to his ear.
"How much do you want to live?" She rephrased, "To trust a person if they knew of the future?" Draco glared at her.
"And what do you know?" He asked, she grinned.
"In approximately ten minutes, I will destroy this tavern." She stated, "There is too much magic infested here; everyone in this building will die."
"Including yourself?" Draco asked, "Because of the looks of it, you're here to stay." The woman laughed out loud.
"Here to stay???" She cracked, "My dear, I am not even from this era in time; I am from the 25th century, where magic has reborn again."
"So it's true?" Draco inquired, the more this woman said, the more curious he was, "Magic will eventually die out and wizard kind will be no more?" She nodded.
"Indeed; mankind is so focused on the advancement of machinery, that magic will be ignored and spat on for nearly four hundred years. It is a cruel punishment for magic kind, but perhaps the one who caused this should have realized his fate before taking all unnecessary actions to prevent it. Ah well, that is fate." Draco faced her, he couldn't believe anyone would insult his master.
"How dare you speak of the Dark Lord that way," Draco hissed, "He made so many magical advancements-"
"That was way before his time, and trust me it did help with the foundations of academies and schools of my day; but they are and were ...too powerful." The woman ended as she stood up and walked out of the door; Draco followed her.
"You're not telling me that Hogwarts will arise again?" He cried as she led him away from the tavern, "Along with Durmstang and other institutes of magic? If magic is to be forgotten and faded for four hundred years, how can they be revived?" She smiled.
"My dearest, your little magic schools will be rotted into sacred ruins, and magic will revive on its own...it always has...it always will. Now, since you've listened to me and took my advice, let me reward you." She turned around and with a single wave of her wand, she had blown the inn into pieces. Draco was more amazed that this woman did not have to say a word to perform magic than the fact that his two best friends were dead. Then, everything that Draco was so confused about clicked in his head.
"Wait, you know about the Book of Fate, don't you?" He asked, "Where is it in this time and place. Tell me!" The woman turned to him with a frown on her face.
"My dear, I do not know where the Book of Fate is, in my time or yours." She answered, "It is said that humans were not meant to have it because of their corruptness; that they could not deal with the idea of their own death. Young wizard, learn of this: for thousands of years this world has searched high and low for that book, and when they finally gave up, they knew the reason why. The Book of Fate would not be in a constant- changing world, but a stable one. Magic is slowly dying out, I can feel it escaping through the air; technology is advancing at a high pace and soon will be consuming everyone's lives. Wars will break out, people will be murdered, and the world will shift once more. There will be no need for magic until it is resurrected in the 25th century; when things are stable once more. Consider yourself lucky that you were able to experience a small bit of a true gift and curse." In the bright moonlight, Draco could see the woman's tears fall onto the ground; then, the sky went dark as clouds passed over and went the sky had cleared she had disappeared. Draco never even managed to ask for her name. Turning to face the tavern, Draco soon remembered something.
It was an inn meant for wizards, a refuge from the Muggle world. Dozens upon dozens of wizards were spending the night there. And this woman had destroyed it, stating that there was too much magic. Draco could feel the magic hanging in the air; he was tempted to just stand in it; however, an angry, yet familiar voice stopped him.
"I can't believe it! This HAD to be done with magic! "
"How so if magic is supposedly to be slipping away from us?"
Silence filled the air as Draco walked away from the tavern, out of the sight of Hermione Granger.
Okay, folks, I have no idea whether to take it Draco or Hermione. Any ideas? By the way, can anyone guess who the woman was? A treat for the right answer!