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Past, Present, and Future.
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Part Twentythree: Insanity.
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Draco groggily awoke but didn't open his eyes. He instead buried his face in his pillow as he listened to the natural sounds of the castle. It wasn't long before he realized his pillow wasn't a pillow at all, and that it had a strange beating to it.
He pulled away, his eyes darting open to look upon the sleeping face of Harry Potter, who had one arm propped under his head. Draco asked in a rather loud voice, "What the hell?"
Harry didn't open his eyes but instead said, "I wondered when you were going to get your lazy arse up."
Draco scowled pushing even further away from Harry. "You arse! What were you trying to do? Bloody molest me or something?"
Harry smirked and opened his eyes. "You wish."
Draco's scowl deepened as Harry sat up, switching to the chair near by Draco's bed. Draco looked at the spot Harry was at just moments before as if it were contagious, not sure what else to do.
Harry chuckled, "Such a morning person aren't we?"
Draco shot him a look and leaned against the back board of his bed. "I'm awake and I'm dressed; what more do you want?"
Harry quirked an eyebrow and in a taunting tone said, "Do you really want me to answer that?"
Draco looked absolutely scandalized.
"I was joking you prat." Said Harry with a slight smile, leaning back in his chair.
The corner of Draco's mouth twitched and he avoided eye contact. He looked to his arm, which was propped at a rather odd looking angle besides him. It was covered with a hard white.. thing.
"What is this?" Questioned Draco curiously.
Harry watched with amusement as Draco prodded at it, and he said, "It's a tourniquet."
Draco glanced over at Harry. "A what?"
Harry smirked slightly. "A cast."
"Like I said, a what?"
Harry couldn't help but smile, "Don't worry, Pomfery said she would have you healed before long."
"That still didn't answer my question." Said Draco bluntly. "I bloody want to know what's on my ruddy arm. Tell me damn it.."
"It's a muggle device used to help mend broken bones. ."
Draco blinked. "Oh."
The two just looked at each other for a long while and Draco took this time to study Harry's composure.
Some how the raven haired boy looked different. His hair was still the same mess and granted, he looked older but..
"Glasses." Said Draco suddenly.
Harry quirked another eyebrow.
"Your err-- missing your glasses."
"Mm-hm.. How very observant."
Draco blinked. "Yes, I know."
Harry nodded. Neither of them spoke.
After a few more minutes of awkward silence, Draco blurted out; "You look better without them you know."
Harry rose an eyebrow. "What?"
Draco blushed slightly, "Err.. Your glasses.. You look better without them."
Harry gave him a strange look and Draco looked anywhere but at Harry. God, I'm going bloody insane. .
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Part Twenty four: Can't kill the dead.
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Sully perched upon a tree branch with her legs tucked under herself out of sight. The summer leaves brushed against her bare skin as a strong gust of wind entered the forest. She scowled, looking up at the shining moon between branches. She so hated nature.. Nearly as much as she did light.
In a soft voice she said, "Concessio clarus, venire obscuritas. Ego alci alqd tu.°"
By command, a cloud covered the moon, causing the forest to look nearly pitch black. Her mouth twitched into a small smile and she looked back to the ground, her eyes peering through the darkness as if it was merely mist.
His hoofs could be heard in the distance as a twig broke.
She smirked as he came into view. She could see his features clearly through the night. His tangled black hair and beard, his deep brown eyes.. His proud features and broad shoulders.. All attached to the body of a black stallion.
Unaware of her presence, he continued to walk until he was standing under her branch studying an unidentifiable herb. Maybe it was so unidentifiable because it was an illusion.
She laughed inwardly and took advantage of the moment she had been waiting for. She jumped from her branch, mounting his back with feline grace.
The centaur yelled out in surprise, dropping his crossbow and stood upon his back hoofs, trying to shake her off. She dug her fingers into his wild mess of hair and kicked him hard in the stomach. He only struggled more.
It wasn't long before he began to run, jumping over the nearest bushes in a feeble attempt to free himself. He bucked his hind legs and yelled, "Gerroff you human!"
Sully laughed hauntingly, keeping a tight grip on the centaur. He continued to buck and struggle as she mumbled "Incarcerous!", causing ropes to appear around his neck and torso. It was almost like a reign..
He yelled out in surprise and she jumped from his back after grabbing one end of the magical rope. She landed gracefully on the ground.
He clawed at the rope with his fingers and continued to struggle, not caring that it was magically enchanted.
She smiled and walked calmly to the front of him, diving out of the way as he kicked at her again. He only ceased to struggle when she pulled. Hard.
His chest was heaving and he was staring at her with a look of loathing.
Sully smirked again and in a taunting voice asked, "Bane is it not?"
The centaur only grunted in reply.
"Good. Just the one I was looking for. I have a proposition for you, Bane. ."
Bane scowled and spat, "What could you possibly have to offer me you retched human..?"
She smiled with fake innocence and took a step towards him. "You cannot even begin to imagine how much I wish you were right. ."
Bane watched as her eyes clouded with ebony smoke. He blinked, looking slightly surprised and in a demanding voice said, "What are you?"
Her smile vanished. "None of your concern. Do you want to hear my proposition? Or should I just slay you here and now..?"
Bane didn't say anything and instead looked to the skies.
"The stars foretell of your defeat, young one. Your plan will not succeed.." He paused, looking at her. "You will die."
She quirked an eyebrow and took one final step towards him, keeping the rope taut. "Really now, Bane? Didn't your precious mentor ever tell you. .?" She paused and in a soft tone said, "You can't kill the dead."
Bane studied her for a moment before saying, "Tell me of your proposition. ."
She smiled slightly, batting a few strands of ebony hair from her face, "I thought you would see it my way."
Bane nodded, beating the ground with his hoofs impatiently.
"Tell anyone of what I am about to say outside of your herd, and you will die."
Bane narrowed his eyes at her but nodded anyway.
"I need you to lure a raven haired student into the forbidden forest.. He is a threat to my plan-- to your herd, and must die. I believe you know him.. His name is Harry Potter, is it not?"
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Concessio clarus, venire obscuritas. Ego alci alqd tu.° roughly means, "Leave light, come darkness. I command you (thou)."
Author's Note: Okay then, well I'm working on two more parts as we speak, and I hope to have them posted monday, (I'm posting this one saturday night,) tuesday morning the latest. It'll probably be monday though, maybe even sunday evening. Anyway, err, that was latin above, and it may not be in the right prefix or what ever, because I don't actually know latin. I was just using a dictionary to look up words. Anyway, off to type!
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