Hey!!! Sorry I haven't put up a chapter in such a long time. I almost

forgot about this story. Well... here you go. I might change the rating

in the future... depends on if my mind is bad or not ( ;-p)

Disclaimer: I own no Harry Potter character, Harry Potter books,

merchandise... I don't own J. K. Rowling... but I do own this plot line...

and the Native Americans is this fic.

Well... all except Geronimo. And the truth about Geronimo is that he

only had 3 children and 1 wife but they were killed by Mexicans... or

was it Americans... one or the other... well... on with the story...

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"Mr. Malfoy and Ms. Miakoda, come with me please," Professor

McGonagall said the next morning at breakfast. Draco and Miakoda fot up from

their breakfast and followed McGonagall to her office.

"I wonder where they're going with McGonagall," Hermione said. Harry

and Ron just shrugged.

"I have arranged for Ms. Miakoda to switch schools. She will be going

to a school in Maine."

Miakoda's eyes narrowed. "I will not go."

McGonagall was not surprised. "The arrangements are already in place.

You will be leaving at the end of the week.,"

"You can't . . . you can't take me away. L-L-Last night I started

making new friends. Draco's my best friend. I need him You wouldn't take

that away from me, would you?" Miakoda said, tears welling up in her

eyes.

"You can't take her away from me! You can't!" Draco pulled out his

wand and pointed it at McGonagall. "Both of us go, or both of us stay."

"Now Mr. Malfoy, you're over reacti..." but Professor McGonagall never

finished. Miakoda had gotten out of her chair, dashed towards the ledge

and lunged out. Draco followed. Professor McGonagall ran to the window

just in time to see a golden eagle and a rough-legged hawk flying away

into the sun.

"Miakoda and Malfoy never came out of McGonagall's office," Hermione

said at Defense Against the Dark Arts time. This year, their teacher was

a rather odd mad who wanted all his students to call him "King Vulture"

instead of Professor Alewife.

"Who cares, I mean . . . about Malfoy andway. After all he's done to

us . . . oh how I'd like to see what happened to them," Ron whispered, a

dreamy grin on his face.

"Mr Weasley?" Ron snapped back to reality. "Yes, Professor?"

"I would like you to tell me the difference between a King Vulture and

an Alewife."

"Um . . . one's a loony and one's a professor?"

"Righto you are! Five points for Gryffindor. But who can tell me what

they really are?" Alewife said. "Ms. Granger?"

"A King Vulture is a large bird that preys upon carcases of other

animals and an alewife is a fish."

"Correct! Ten points to Gryffindor!"

When DADA was over, there was still no sign of Malfoy or Miakoda.

"Where do you think the went?" Harry asked.

"Ron shrugged and Hermione was too busy drooling at the back of Blaise

Zabini's head to notice.

The hawk and the eagle flew silently, but extremely close. The hawk

looked down, looked at the eagle, then flew towards the ground. When they

landed, they stood up and brushed off their clothes.

"Why the hell did you do that?! We're going to be expelled! We'll have

out wands snapped!!!" Draco's hysterical voice rang out. Miakoda walked

towards him and kissed him on the cheek. "Thank you for coming."

"We need to go. We will go to my house in the country," Draco said,

taking Miakoda's hands in his," We will be all alone. Not even mother to

bother us." He kissed Miakoda's palm. Then, he turned into a great

eagle and flew off, a hawk on his tail.

"Albus! Draco Malfoy and the Indian girl have run away!" McGonagall

said, bursting through the oak doors that lead into Professor

Dumbledore's office.

"I do believe she had a name, Minerve," Dumbledore said calmly.

"Yes, Albus, but we must find them!'

"I am aware of some of the where abouts of Malfoy manors. The rest are

hidden, no doubt to keep muggles out, very close to the way Hogwarts is

hidden."

"Albus, what are we to do?!" Minerva shouted.

"There is no need to yell, Minerva. I will do everything in my power

to find them, but, I also think that we should give them some time."

"You are probably right, Albus. We shall give them some time. I shall

inform Severus," McGonagall said, and strode out of the room.

Miakoda and Draco flew over mountains, fields, forests, and rivers

until they came to a ramshackle house with a "Caution! Keep out!" sigh

hanging crooked on the splintered door.

"We shouldn't go in there," Miakoda said, as Draco walked to open the

door.

Draco looked at her, a mischevious grin on his face and an odd twinkle

in his eyes. He walked back to where she stood. "Close your eyes," he

whispered, taking her hand. She did, and let him lead her into the

house. Draco let go of her hand, but on instinct, Miakoda kept her eyes

closed. "You can open your eyes now," Draco said. She opened her eyes and

looked around.

"Wow," was all she said before walking back out the front door.

"Where are you going?" Draco called after her, getting off of the

couch and following her outside.

"It feels more right for me to be outside," Miakoda said, inhaling the

fresh air.

Draco took her hand again. "Follow me," he said. He took her into the

forest and let her look at the surroundings. Finally, they came upon a

clearing with a clear shimmering lake.

"Hold on," Miakoda said. She closed her eyes and tilted her head

towards the sky. She was being lifted from the ground by invisible hands,

clouds were surround her body, and soon she disappeared completely.

"Mia?! Mia!" Draco yelled. As he called her name, the clouds began

to part. He watched in awe as a form appeared out of the clouds.

"Mia?" Draco whispered. The figure lowered until its feet touched the

ground. It's eyes opened. Sparkling blue eyes.

"Miakoda? Is it really...?" Draco started. the blue-eyed wonder

shook out its hair. Long, black, straight hair fell across her back. She

was wearing a buckskin dress that came to her knees. No shoes. There

was a white daisy tucked behind one of her ears. On her head was a daisy

chain.

"Miakoda," Draco whispered. He cupped her chin in his hand, making

her eyes meet his. "What happened? Your eyes.."

"They are my real eyes, and this is the real me, the me that I've

kept from you all these years. Forgive me?" Miakoda whispered.

"Anything for you. You're... so... "Draco was entranced in her

eyes. He finally realized what he was saying and looked away before he

could get the last word out.

"Draco? What were you going to say?" Miakoda asked.

"I . . . say . . . it's just . . . nothing," Draco said.

"Okay, if it doesn't matter, then," Miakoda ran towards the lake and

dove headfirst. The water ran over her body, and she melted, like ice in

the sun.

Draco ran to the edge and searched for her, but there was no sign of

her. He had no choice. He took off his shirt and dove in after Miakoda.

He turned around and around, searching for her. He was running out of

breath. He swam towards the surface. He looked around, and to his

surpise he saw a neireid, a water nymph. It looked, and dove under. He

searched for it but something else caught his eye. A shape in the water was

rising out, it was water, it swam towards him and wrapped it's arms

around his neck. It spun him around a couple time, like it was slow

dancing. Draco felt like he was drowning and if he didn't do anything about it

he would be dead in seconds. So, with all his might, he slapped the

water spirit, and to his surprise his hand didn't go through the water.

The spirit's eyes widened and Draco thought he saw a tear roll down its

cheek before it dissolved.

"Miakoda?" Draco called before diving back under the water to search

for her. He was near the bottom when he looked up and saw Miakoda's legs

climbing out of the lake. He swam back to the surface just in time to

see her running into the forest, the grass dying every step she took.

"Mia!" Draco shouted, dragging his legs out of the water and after

her. She turned her face to look at him long enough for him to see a hand

mark on her face, and tears streaming down her cheeks. Then, with a

flash of light, she was gone.