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Past, Present, and Future.
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Part Three: Blood Red Letters.
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Draco subconsciously pulled on his turtleneck before striding into the great hall. His eyes quickly scanned the room to find that only the headmaster and Potter were seated at the lone table in the center of the great hall. Dumbledore looked up at his arrival and smiled. Draco could tell his eyes were twinkling, even from his place just inside the door frame.
"How nice for you to join us, Mr. Malfoy."
Draco nodded, stifling a yawn as he said, "Morning."
Dumbledore's face held its smile as he nodded and pushed his chair back, standing as he said, "Well, I'm expected at a meeting today with the Ministry, but I predict to be back tomorrow afternoon. Until then, I am leaving Professor McGonagall in charge. Is it safe to assume both of you will listen to her," the headmaster paused, glancing from Draco to Harry, a smile playing under his beard, "Or should I hand out the detentions now and save her the trouble?"
Harry looked up from his plate, which Draco was amazed at, and cracked a smile, nodding. Draco gradually made his way further into the room as Dumbledore strode to the end of the table, pausing only once to tell Harry something. "Your lessons will be canceled today as I'm supposing it's safe to assume you'd have a certain.. problem, with studying with Professor Snape. They will resume when I return."
Draco raised an eyebrow when he heard the comment made by the headmaster, cautiously sitting down at one of the empty chairs three or four places down from where they were talking. Harry nodded and Dumbledore took leave.
Once he was gone, Draco looked to Harry to notice he was once more playing with a few measly scraps of food on his plate, studying them intently while doing so. Draco couldn't resist this time.
With his familiar drawl he said, "Hasn't anyone ever taught you manors, Potter?"
Harry looked up from his plate, his eyes meeting Draco's as he blinked, the only response to Draco's comment, his face expressing no real emotion.
Fake realization dawned on Draco's face, "I'm sorry-- I forgot. You never had anyone to, did you? You as good as well killed your own parents." Draco smirked. "How does it feel to be responsible for their death, Potter?"
Harry smiled slightly, something in his intent green eyes changing as he said, "You tell me."
With that, the smirk was wiped right off of Draco's face. In a stiff voice he said, "Go to hell."
"You first."
Draco scowled and was about to say something when a brown barn owl flew in and dropped a red envelope on his lap. He glanced down at it and his face went even paler then it naturally was, assuming that was possible of course. It was a howler.
Harry watched Draco with an amused expression as the Slytherin carefully tore it open before it burst into flames. A voice that was clearly disguised, boomed over everything.
"You have but one week,
To find the answers you seek,
Or you're life shall end.
And your blood shall blend,
With your anguished screams.
Until then, sweet dreams."
Cruel laughter echoed after the message and Draco's eyes never left the red envelope as it erupted into flames. It took Harry several tries to break Draco's eyes away from the spot the letter had been laying on just moments before.
"Draco?"
Draco blinked and turned to Harry.
He nervously licked his lips, quickly sliding his emotionless mask back into place. "What Potter?"
"Are you alright?"
He smirked, "As if it's any of your concern."
Harry ignored him. "Was that a death threat?"
"It's none of your bloody business, scar head."
Harry blinked, a smirk forming on his lips as he spoke in a voice that was clearly meant to annoy and tease Draco, "Sounds like your scared."
"Sod off Potter."
Harry's smirk only grew as Draco stood and stormed out of the Great Hall.
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Part Four: The first Riddle.
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God damn that boy.. Stupid-- Wonder if I'd please the Oh-dark-and-mighty-lord if I kicked his arse three times around. .
Draco was watching the floor, deep in thought as he walked or rather jogged down the corridor, when someone grabbed his shoulder. He turned around quickly, to be faced with an expressionless Potter.
He scowled, "What are you bloody doing Pothead? Stalking me?"
Harry rolled his eyes, pushing his glasses up with his index finger, "You wish. Anyway, another owl came and dropped this off."
He held out a crusted-yellow envelope.
Draco looked at it with disgust, his eyes darting back to Harry and narrowing as he examined him closely.
"It's addressed to you." Harry stopped, hastily adding, "Don't worry.. I didn't read it."
Draco grabbed it from Harry's hand and looked at the dodgy, red letters addressing it to Draygon. His eyes went wide and he nearly dropped the letter in surprise. No one new she had called him that... No one.
"Who calls you Draygon anyway?" Asked Harry curiously, staring at him intently.
Draco's head snapped up and he scowled again. "When are you going to shut up?"
"When I get an appropriate answer," Said Harry simply in reply.
Draco scowled some more and went to ignoring Harry as he unfolded the letter and read it under his breath.
"Follow the following instructions or the end shall come quicker then one thinks. . .
Cold runs the river,
Colder runs thy heart.
Name the color of Silver,
And let thy become a part.
So runs the river,
Over the ground,
On top of the like of silver,
Where water makes sound."
He thought silently for a minute before saying aloud, "What in the name of Merlin does that mean?"
"Stone."
Draco looked at Harry with a confused expression. "What?"
"Stone. You know, Rock?"
"I know bloody well what stone is!" Snapped Draco, clearly agitated. "But what about it?"
"That's part of the answer," Said Harry like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
Draco narrowed his eyes and carefully said. "How would you know?" His voice grew angry. "Did you write this Potter?"
"No."
"Then how would you know what it said in the first place?" Demanded Draco, taking a step closer to him.
Harry didn't budge. "Your lips move when you read."
Draco blinked, giving him a skeptical look, "Oh."
"Yeah. It said something about the like of silver, and how water runs over it and makes sound, right?"
Draco nodded.
"Well, the like of silver would be gray. And the only gray thing water runs over is stone.. Normally. Do you get it?"
"Yes I bloody get it. I'm not stupid Potter."
"I never said you were."
Draco gave Harry a quizzical look. "Well that doesn't sound like much of an answer."
"I know. Do you mind if I read it myself?"
Draco gave him another skeptical look but said, "What ever. Drive yourself wild."
He handed Harry the letter and watched as he read it. He was suddenly very unsure of why he was trusting Harry. After all, they were enemies. He continued to watch and he noticed for the first time Harry bit his lip when he was deep in thought. It seemed surprisingly obvious after he noticed, after all, he had spent minutes, even hours, during the day watching him for new ideas to torture. Besides, Harry had always seemed a bit more interesting then his Divination homework. Suddenly, Harry was mumbling aloud, "Stone.. Where water makes sound.. AHA! I think I have it..!"
"You do? Then what's the answer, Potter?"
Harry ignored Draco's question and instead looked up and asked, "Who sent this to you?"
"None of your bloody business." Said Draco, grabbing the letter from Harry again.
Harry smiled slightly and turned to leave. "Mm-k, good luck then."
"Potter! If your so damn smart, what's the bloody answer?"
Harry stopped and said only one word: "Waterfall."
Draco blinked. "Waterfall? A WATERFALL? Where in the name of Merlin am I suppose to find a WATERFALL?"
Harry turned back to Draco, smirking and in a teasing tone asked, "What's wrong Draygon? Don't you know where to find one?"
Harry tilted his head to the side in a taunting manor and Draco scowled. "And I suppose since your so smart, you do?"
Harry blinked, thinking for a moment before saying, "Actually, yes."
Draco narrowed his eyes suspiciously, and before he even knew what he was doing, he said, "Show me."
Harry raised an eyebrow, "Why should I?"
"Because I said."
"Not a good enough reason."
"Fine. Because I asked."
Harry smiled slightly, his eyes twinkling much like Dumbledore's, "Alright, but only because you asked so nicely."
Harry turned again and waved his hand, "Come on then."
Draco mumbled under his breath but followed anyway, still clutching the letter in his fist. This better be good. .
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