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Author's Note: Yay, I'm done! It took me a little longer than expected, my plot bunny ran off, taking my muse with it. I hope you all like this chapter though, and I'm still working on tweaking the last few chapters. Hopefully they'll be up within the next week, along with another update if I get around to it. I'll try really, really hard though, to get this done by the time I go back to school, September 7th. I don't think it'll be very hard, as long as my plot bunny doesn't run off again.
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Past, Present, and Future.
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Part Twenty-Nine: Stop the Lies.
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The girl continued to smile, her eyes flicking from Draco to Harry and back only once. "Aren't you going to introduce me, Draygon?"
Draco's voice came out barely louder then a whisper, "Your suppose to be dead."
Sully's smile grew, and Draco noticed again how her voice seemed much more mature then it should. "Oh Draygon.. You never were that smart, always believing what you were told. Can't you see the truth behind the lies?"
She laughed. Her laugh was cold and mature, so much unlike the Sully he remembered.. "Insist on being impolite, do you? Humph. Didn't your mother teach you any manners?"
Draco's jaw clenched, "Leave my mother out of this."
She continued. "I guess it's to late now though, isn't it Draygon? After all, unlike me, she is dead."
He swallowed, "No.. Your lying."
Sully's smile shifted into a smirk, the little girl looking suddenly malicious, and she giggled, "Am I?"
"What did you do to her?" Demanded Draco, hurrying to his feet. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Harry do the same.
Sully didn't reply, and instead smiled as if she knew a secret the rest of the world didn't. Her eyes wandered from Draco, around the room.
"It's really to bad I didn't live long enough to come here, you know. I think I would have had fun."
"Sully, what did you do to my mother?"
She looked to Draco again but she stayed silent.
"I said, what did you do to my mother?"
Her smile didn't waver, and in a calm voice, "No need to yell, Draygon. No need to yell.."
"THEN ANSWER ME DAMN IT!"
Sully arched an eyebrow, laughing, "What if I don't answer you, Draygon? Plan to kill me.. again?"
He grew quiet, "I never meant.. I didn't.. It's not my fault!"
She seemed to move closer, even though she didn't actually move. Her smile vanished and in a low voice she said, "Like hell it isn't."
Draco's jaw clenched and a shiver ran down his spine as he felt her breath against his skin, knowing she couldn't actually breath. Draco stepped backwards, his arm brushing Harry's. He immediately calmed, remembering that he wasn't the only one there.
Sully smirked and backed away, making idle conversation, "It's really to bad about your father, Draygon.. Isn't he in that wizard's prison?"
Draco closed his eyes and in a calm, shaky voice said, "Why are you doing this Sully?"
He opened his eyes to see her smirk widen, "Because I can."
"I'm sorry Sully. I never meant for you to.. to die. I.. I couldn't stop it. I used to imagine all the ways I could have.." He studied Sully, her face was expressionless. "But I was only a child, Sully. I was only five. You were my best friend.. I'm sorry."
He stepped closer to Sully and let out another shaky breath, "I'm sorry."
She smiled a bit, her eyes changing, dimming, and she suddenly held her childhood innocence again. "You're sorry...?"
He nodded, and her smile grew.
"But, Draygon.." She paused, her eyes and voice growing cold again, "I'm not."
The next thing Draco knew, he was being thrown across the room, his whole body aching as what felt like all of the air in the room pushed against his body, trying to break every bone he possessed. He hit the brick wall with a loud thud, his arm slamming against the hard surface and giving off another sickening crunch. Draco cried out in pain.
He closed his eyes and cradled his broken arm against his chest, a surge of pain traveling through his body, the pounding in his head increasing. He cringed as Sully began to laugh. Suddenly two arms enveloped him and pulled him upwards, placing his back against the wall. Draco could smell the distinct scent of pumpkin spice and knew it was Harry. Slowly, he opened his eyes.
Sully was standing in the middle of the now empty Great Hall, the single table pushed against a wall, with her arms raised and eyes closed. Draco turned his eyes to the sky as clouds began to form, not in the enchanted space for the ceiling, but under it. He could feel the electricity in the room as one of the cloud's let out a loud rumble, the dark shapes pulsing as Sully continued chanting. A flash of lightning sounded through out the room, and Draco subconsciously jumped.
Rain began to fall from the clouds, heavy, thick drops of rain that held a red tint as they fell on Draco's pale skin.
He looked to Harry, who was drenched and without glasses, and yelled over the roar of the clouds and rain, "What's happening?"
"Elemental control! I studied it last week! She's.."
The rest of what he was saying was drowned out by the constant roar of the rain and clouds, and Draco had no choice to turn back to Sully, who was laughing maliciously. Her hands were glowing a bright blue and what looked like blue strands of electricity, were leading to the sky, causing the clouds to make what resembled a tornado.
Suddenly an invisible wind was pushing against Draco, causing the drops of rain to lash his face, feeling instead like droplets of glass as they stung his eyes.
Sully was now in the eye of the man-made-storm, standing tall in the center of her tornado as it neared the wall where Draco and Harry sat. Her voice rang over everything as she said, "Run from me if you can, Draygon, but there's no escape from that within! Face your deepest secrets, your darkest thoughts, and your everlasting sin! Try to hide if you must, Draygon, but remember there is much more here at stake! Reveal your true emotions, to those of true strength, or drown in this storm fake!"
Her last words echoed around the great hall, shattering the constant roar of the storm as she disappeared. Draco had hoped that when she had left, the storm would to, but it didn't seem his luck was that good as the tornado continued to near. He turned to Harry, yelling again, "What did she mean?"
Harry continued to watch the tornado as he yelled, "I think the answer to her riddle is honesty! She told you to face your secrets and thoughts! If you're honest about something maybe the storm'll pass!"
Draco thought quickly, "I.. Erm.. I'm in slytherin!"
His eyes darted to the tornado, which was still gradually making it's way across the room, before turning to Harry, "Why didn't it work?"
"I don't know! Try.. Try telling the truth about something you've lied about!"
Draco swallowed, turning his eyes to the storm again. What was one of his biggest lies?
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Part Thirty: Don't Ever Change.
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"I.. Err, I.."
"Hurry!"
"Shut up, Potter! You're not helping any!"
Draco swallowed, as a bolt of electricity leaked from the tornado and hit above his head. He yelled out in surprise, and urged himself to hurry up. Bloody Potter.. Bloody Sully..
"Hurry!"
"That's still not helping any! Shut up!" That's it! "No-- Don't shut up, keep talking! It's helping! Keep talking."
"What are you on about, Draco?"
"You're voice.. It's helping!" Said Draco hurriedly, silently urging the tornado to stop. "It's.. It's calming!"
Harry looked at Draco with confusion, his eyes switching from the tornado to Draco and back. "The storm? No it isn't!"
"Do I have to spell it out to you Potter? Not the storm, me!"
The moment the words left his mouth, slowly but surely, the tornado began to dim. Again, he said, "You're not calming the storm, you're calming me! And I.. I don't hate you! I don't even dislike you!"
The tornado dimmed further, electricity no longer surging throughout it as the rain let up. Draco looked at Harry as the raven-haired Gryffindor smirked and yelled, "Are you telling me you like the sound of my voice and that--"
Draco scowled slightly and yelled, "Yes Potter! But you don't have to rub it in!"
Draco's eyes darted to the ceiling again, and couldn't help the feeling of relief that consumed him as minutes passed, the clouds separating and disappearing, taking the tornado and rain with them. He sighed, and leaned his head against the wall. "That was close."
"Obviously. Is your arm okay now?"
Draco nodded slightly, softly saying, "As okay as it was before, yeah."
He opened his eyes, turning to Harry. The gryffindor was still staring at the ceiling, his hair matted and draped over his forehead, his glasses broken in his pajama's pocket, and remaining droplets of rain sliding down his face. Slowly, he turned his eyes to Draco. The two sat like that for a short while, emerald green eyes studying molten silver one's and vice versa.
It was Draco who interrupted the comfortable silence.
"You know, Potter.. You can let go of me now."
Their eye contact broke as Harry's eyes darted to his arm that was securely around Draco's waist, and back to Draco's face. His arm dropped and Draco was surprised when a slight blush crept to his cheeks. "Sorry."
He arched an eyebrow and watched Harry as he lifted himself up and stood, offering his hand to Draco. Draco eyed it suspiciously a moment before tucking his broken arm closer to his chest and accepting with his other. Harry carefully helped him up and Draco immediately let go of Harry's hand and began dusting himself off.
He glanced at Harry to find the raven-haired boy watching with amusement, his glasses fixed again and on his face. Draco scowled slightly and said, "Find something funny, Potter?"
Harry smirked, his eyes meeting Draco's. "Yes actually, I do. You were nearly killed, and all you care about is how dirty your pajamas are."
Draco blinked. "So?"
Harry cracked a smile and rolled his eyes, "Never mind, Malfoy, never mind."
Draco narrowed his eyes and looked Harry up and down, "You know, it wouldn't hurt you to care for once. You're drenching wet, not to mention filthy. Don't they wash these floors?"
He could hear Harry let out a light chuckle and he scowled as Harry said, "Don't ever change, Draco. Don't ever change."
Silence once again surrounded them as Draco continued to dust his squeeze his pajamas, trying to dry them in vain.
Finally Harry asked, "Why don't you just use your wand?"
Draco looked at him and frowned slightly, reaching in his waist band and pulling his wand out. It was nearly precisely bent in half, splinters of wood sticking out all directions. "That's why."
"Oh. What are you going to do?"
Draco arched an eyebrow, "Have it fixed of course."
Harry nodded, "No, I mean, how are you going to explain it? You can't just say it grew legs and jumped out of your trunk while you were in the infirmary sleeping, and someone stepped on it, now can you?"
"No, I suppose not."
"And what you going to tell the headmaster about, well, all of this?" He motioned to the puddles of water scattered about the Great Hall and the single table in ruins against the wall.
Draco's eyes scanned the room and he shrugged, "I don't know."
He could feel Harry studying him intently as the boy said, "I think you should tell him."
Draco's eyes immediately moved to Harry, "Are you mad?"
"It's not that bad of an idea, Draco. He's going to find out sooner or later, and if you have a chance to explain things you'll have less of a chance of being pulled out of here and put into a protected cell by the minister of magic."
Again, Draco shrugged. "I guess you're right.. I don't know. I'm going to sleep on it and--"
"No. You should tell him now."
"Po--"
"Now, Draco. Now."
Draco scowled, and begrudgingly said, "Fine, Potter."
"It's Harry, Draco."
He arched an eyebrow, "Fine, Harry, Draco."
Harry rolled his eyes again, "Haha, Malfoy. Now come on.."
He stepped past Draco, and headed for the Great Hall doors. Draco watched him for a moment before following, his eyes studying the floor again, deep in thought, only to be interrupted a few moments later as he nearly ran into Harry.
He looked up. "I really wish you'd stop doing that, Pot-- Harry."
"Well sorry if I have to open the door first.."
Draco blinked and stepped back, saying, "Oh. Right."
He could barely see Harry grab the door handle and give it a hard pull, the large door's giving a violent creak before jerking open slightly. Harry was about to give it another tug, when suddenly he dropped his hand and turned, his eyes meeting Draco's. "Oh and Malfoy.."
"What?"
He smiled slightly and stepped closer to Draco. In a soft voice he said, "I don't dislike you either."
Draco barely had the chance to register the comment before Harry gently pressed his lips against his own.
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