*
Draco couldn't believe it…was this the same legend? Maybe not. The passage spoke of two half sisters born of the same mother. Dream walkers, and collectors. There was some ink so he couldn't read most of it, but then it just skipped to talking about a man being murdered.
Draco read down some more, turns out the murdered man was Odysseus…murdered in his sleep…with out a mark on his body. It was the same for the rest of his family as well, which included the grown son's family (wife and 3 children).
It didn't give names, but all you had to do was fill in the blanks…and change a few things. Like the half sisters are the twins. Or the father and, as it said in the book, 'whore of a mother and bastard son' were Odysseus and his family…then it would make sense.
Then it went on to say something about storing power…collecting energy from a source and keeping it somewhere…
The last bit of lines were scratched out by a quill.
'Who ever did this was probably trying to blotch out the writing, or at least that's what it looked liked, but some one must have come along and they didn't have time so they just ripped out the pages.' It was a bit of a long shot, but he couldn't see any other situation that would fit.
The only thing that didn't make sense was the facts in the book!
Draco put the book down and rubbed his temples. He didn't understand, and for some reason this made his skin crawl. Something wasn't right here…some one was planning something and it is tied in with all of this. He could feel it.
He had to find Ginny, /now/.
*
She was sleeping in her bed…
She knew she had to get up…
But she just couldn't move…
Then she could feel some one touching her, no holding her stroking her hair.
~"…come on…wake up little one…wake up…."~
Who was that?
Was that her voice…no it was a boys…why was a boy holding her…?
Goddess her head hurt, so much, she was definitely going to the infirmary before classes started…
'Classes! Oh no, I'm going to miss them…but I can't move…'
It almost felt like some one was holding her down…
*
"Hey Ron have you seen Gin around lately?" Harry had been wondering about her all morning, he hadn't seen her, and now it was the middle of lunch time and she had yet to walk into the great hall. Normally he didn't give her a second thought, but something like ice water crept through his veins when he woke up this morning. He couldn't remember the dream only that Ginny was in trouble. That's what had started all of this.
"…I'm not…sure…" Ron too, was curious, and was scanning the tables looking for his baby sister.
"Doesn't she usually sit with her friends Harry?"
Harry's eyebrows drew together…He actually didn't know all that much about Ron's little sister. She'd just been worrying him as of late.
"I think so. Doesn't she have a Ravenclaw friend?"
"Yes, maybe she's studying or something, have to keep those grades up right?"
Although Ron sounded as if he was reassuring himself more than others. Food forgotten for the moment he continued looking around. Hermione getting a bit annoyed with their concern waved her hands at them.
"Haaaaaaarry, Rooooooon, helloooooooo?" Now they weren't even paying attention to her, she wanted to talk and all they could do is look for Ginny.
Mione snapped her fingers in front of them, immediately their attention was on her. She smiled inwardly, 'Yes, boys were just like dogs…'
"I was just saying I heard Gin wanted to go study, something about a potions essay that was taking up a lot of her time."
Ron seemed to relax a bit now that he knew Virginia was ok, just not around. But Harry seemed to sense something.
'Is Hermione lying? Why would she lie?'
He had no proof, or even a motive for her lying to both of them…unless she was covering up for Ginny. And he wasn't even sure it was that…he just had a feeling. A feeling like something bad was happening…
*
Things were becoming clear now. Well more clear than before, except there was smoke. No, fog, it was fog that surrounded her. Then it started to curl around her, and she blacked out again. Except this time she knew it wasn't just a normal situation…something was happening. And all was dark, but then she could see a ballroom. Ginny's never seen a ball room…but if she had, she was sure it would look like this. There was a little boy, curled up into a ball on the floor. He looked so scared, he was shaking. Ginny ran to him, but before she could reach him a shadow appeared…it was Lucius.
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Draco made himself as small as possible but there was no escape. His father stood over him his eyes so cold they almost seemed to burn.
"Come over here, boy!"
Draco closed his eyes and for a moment, he thought about the possibility of ignoring his father's order. But he did not get to choose, his reaction took too long and Lucius' face hardened, his mouth a small line of disapproval.
"Do you dare challenge me?" Lucius grabbed Draco's hair and jerked his head back. His hand came down hard on the cheeks of the boy again and again, reddening the soft skin with every blow. "You will never *slap* disobey me *slap* again! You will listen *slap* when I'm *slap* speaking to you! Is this understood?"
He nodded eagerly, his head already spinning, hoping his father would be satisfied, but he should have known better. Lucius smiled cruelly and his hand hardened the grip on Draco's hair, making the boy wince in pain.
"Good. Now, you know what to do." Lucius' eyes followed hungrily every move the boy made. Draco swallowed hard. It would happen again. There was no mercy for him. No escape. Never.
Slowly he unbuttoned his shirt, trying to avoid his father's gaze. No father should look at his son this way. After a few moments he threw his clothes on the floor. Naked he waited what his father was planning to do. Normally he did not conduct these 'sessions' in such an open room, a room where pretty much any one (servant or otherwise) could just walk in at any moment. Little Draco did notice his father hadn't put a spell on the door.
Lucius stepped around behind him, observing. His fingertips following the line of his shoulders in gentle circles, tracing the scars he had left before. "You are beautiful. Everyone can see that you are mine. I've marked you." His hands became more greedy, wanting to take everything…wanting more of the boys body.
Draco shivered involuntarily as Lucius closed his hands around his throat pressing them together. 'Can't...breathe...can't...' His vision blurred but before he lost consciousness his father pushed him away sending him to the ground.
Coughing the boy gasped for air. "Why...are you...doing this...?"
Lucius tilted his head to one side thinking about the question his son had asked him. Then he kicked Draco brutally, once, twice, until a vicious cracking told him he had broken some ribs.
Trying not to scream Draco curled himself into a tight little ball, agony shooting through his body and mind like a flame, tears escaped his eyes.
"Stop whining, you're pathetic!" Lucius kicked him again. Draco found himself sprawled on the floor. His father snorted in disgust. He placed one of his boots on Draco's displayed forearm. "Stop crying! And stop behave like a wailing infant!"
Draco tried his best to stop the tears running down his face but it was too late. Lucius brought his boot down crashing the bones in Draco's wrist with satisfaction. Then he began running his hands over him. Soon Lucius was finished...for now any way. Smiling he turned around leaving his now unconscious son behind.
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Narcissa came into the room a while later hoping she could heal her 10 year old son before Lucius came back to do more damage.
She sighed, only feeling a twinge of annoyance; she was supposed to be going out tonight. "What did you do Draco? If you would only behave……"
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She was going to be sick…she was sure of it. Sure Draco had told her of his dreams, and maybe she'd seen one or two…but for some reason this was different. Very different.
The smoke seemed to blow away, and now she was aware of her body. And it was being held…but by who?
Virginia opened her eyes…and screamed…
*
"God, where is that damned girl?" He'd been all over the castle, literally. The great hall, classrooms, corridors, he'd even asked a first year if she was in her dorm…which she obviously wasn't.
At first it didn't bother him so much, he had to find her and he'd always been able to do it before…but now this little game of cat and mouse was starting to piss him off.
Then an idea suddenly came to him.
Outside.
She loves going outside no matter the damned weather. A few times she'd drag him out to the quiditch pitch when he was sure it could have been below zero. But she hadn't minded at all.
If anything she'd be by that blasted tree...which one was it? The oak or something? Oh well it didn't matter what kind of tree it was, it only mattered that she could be under it.
Draco turned around quickly and headed for the large doors that would lead him outside.
*
Harry decided he would go out side for a stroll. Having a lot on his mind he was used to wanting to go outside and just walk around, maybe even go near the Forbidden Forrest, there seemed to be something interesting there all he time. Slowly he passed Hagrids hut and walked in the direction of the forest.
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Well, walking hadn't cleared his mind like he thought it would, in fact, it just gave him time to think about everything he didn't want to think about. Joy.
Harry wandered back to the castle doors, sighing in disappointment. Maybe he could find Ron and play a game of chess or something.
Well that /was/ his intention…until he saw Malfoy come out. Harry froze expecting some kind of a plan, or ambush…but it never came. In fact he walked right past Harry, barely giving him notice at all. It looked as if he was going some where important, somewhere in a hurry.
Harry stood for a few minutes.
Then discreetly followed him to wherever he was going.
(A/N): once again this fic wouldn't be possible with out a fellow fanficiton writer: Leya (user id=203527) thank you so much for loaning your writing skills ^^
And review!!! I feel like there some un-said review contest between 'The Letter' and 'The Collector'...or maybe it's just all in my head...never mind...
Draco couldn't believe it…was this the same legend? Maybe not. The passage spoke of two half sisters born of the same mother. Dream walkers, and collectors. There was some ink so he couldn't read most of it, but then it just skipped to talking about a man being murdered.
Draco read down some more, turns out the murdered man was Odysseus…murdered in his sleep…with out a mark on his body. It was the same for the rest of his family as well, which included the grown son's family (wife and 3 children).
It didn't give names, but all you had to do was fill in the blanks…and change a few things. Like the half sisters are the twins. Or the father and, as it said in the book, 'whore of a mother and bastard son' were Odysseus and his family…then it would make sense.
Then it went on to say something about storing power…collecting energy from a source and keeping it somewhere…
The last bit of lines were scratched out by a quill.
'Who ever did this was probably trying to blotch out the writing, or at least that's what it looked liked, but some one must have come along and they didn't have time so they just ripped out the pages.' It was a bit of a long shot, but he couldn't see any other situation that would fit.
The only thing that didn't make sense was the facts in the book!
Draco put the book down and rubbed his temples. He didn't understand, and for some reason this made his skin crawl. Something wasn't right here…some one was planning something and it is tied in with all of this. He could feel it.
He had to find Ginny, /now/.
*
She was sleeping in her bed…
She knew she had to get up…
But she just couldn't move…
Then she could feel some one touching her, no holding her stroking her hair.
~"…come on…wake up little one…wake up…."~
Who was that?
Was that her voice…no it was a boys…why was a boy holding her…?
Goddess her head hurt, so much, she was definitely going to the infirmary before classes started…
'Classes! Oh no, I'm going to miss them…but I can't move…'
It almost felt like some one was holding her down…
*
"Hey Ron have you seen Gin around lately?" Harry had been wondering about her all morning, he hadn't seen her, and now it was the middle of lunch time and she had yet to walk into the great hall. Normally he didn't give her a second thought, but something like ice water crept through his veins when he woke up this morning. He couldn't remember the dream only that Ginny was in trouble. That's what had started all of this.
"…I'm not…sure…" Ron too, was curious, and was scanning the tables looking for his baby sister.
"Doesn't she usually sit with her friends Harry?"
Harry's eyebrows drew together…He actually didn't know all that much about Ron's little sister. She'd just been worrying him as of late.
"I think so. Doesn't she have a Ravenclaw friend?"
"Yes, maybe she's studying or something, have to keep those grades up right?"
Although Ron sounded as if he was reassuring himself more than others. Food forgotten for the moment he continued looking around. Hermione getting a bit annoyed with their concern waved her hands at them.
"Haaaaaaarry, Rooooooon, helloooooooo?" Now they weren't even paying attention to her, she wanted to talk and all they could do is look for Ginny.
Mione snapped her fingers in front of them, immediately their attention was on her. She smiled inwardly, 'Yes, boys were just like dogs…'
"I was just saying I heard Gin wanted to go study, something about a potions essay that was taking up a lot of her time."
Ron seemed to relax a bit now that he knew Virginia was ok, just not around. But Harry seemed to sense something.
'Is Hermione lying? Why would she lie?'
He had no proof, or even a motive for her lying to both of them…unless she was covering up for Ginny. And he wasn't even sure it was that…he just had a feeling. A feeling like something bad was happening…
*
Things were becoming clear now. Well more clear than before, except there was smoke. No, fog, it was fog that surrounded her. Then it started to curl around her, and she blacked out again. Except this time she knew it wasn't just a normal situation…something was happening. And all was dark, but then she could see a ballroom. Ginny's never seen a ball room…but if she had, she was sure it would look like this. There was a little boy, curled up into a ball on the floor. He looked so scared, he was shaking. Ginny ran to him, but before she could reach him a shadow appeared…it was Lucius.
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Draco made himself as small as possible but there was no escape. His father stood over him his eyes so cold they almost seemed to burn.
"Come over here, boy!"
Draco closed his eyes and for a moment, he thought about the possibility of ignoring his father's order. But he did not get to choose, his reaction took too long and Lucius' face hardened, his mouth a small line of disapproval.
"Do you dare challenge me?" Lucius grabbed Draco's hair and jerked his head back. His hand came down hard on the cheeks of the boy again and again, reddening the soft skin with every blow. "You will never *slap* disobey me *slap* again! You will listen *slap* when I'm *slap* speaking to you! Is this understood?"
He nodded eagerly, his head already spinning, hoping his father would be satisfied, but he should have known better. Lucius smiled cruelly and his hand hardened the grip on Draco's hair, making the boy wince in pain.
"Good. Now, you know what to do." Lucius' eyes followed hungrily every move the boy made. Draco swallowed hard. It would happen again. There was no mercy for him. No escape. Never.
Slowly he unbuttoned his shirt, trying to avoid his father's gaze. No father should look at his son this way. After a few moments he threw his clothes on the floor. Naked he waited what his father was planning to do. Normally he did not conduct these 'sessions' in such an open room, a room where pretty much any one (servant or otherwise) could just walk in at any moment. Little Draco did notice his father hadn't put a spell on the door.
Lucius stepped around behind him, observing. His fingertips following the line of his shoulders in gentle circles, tracing the scars he had left before. "You are beautiful. Everyone can see that you are mine. I've marked you." His hands became more greedy, wanting to take everything…wanting more of the boys body.
Draco shivered involuntarily as Lucius closed his hands around his throat pressing them together. 'Can't...breathe...can't...' His vision blurred but before he lost consciousness his father pushed him away sending him to the ground.
Coughing the boy gasped for air. "Why...are you...doing this...?"
Lucius tilted his head to one side thinking about the question his son had asked him. Then he kicked Draco brutally, once, twice, until a vicious cracking told him he had broken some ribs.
Trying not to scream Draco curled himself into a tight little ball, agony shooting through his body and mind like a flame, tears escaped his eyes.
"Stop whining, you're pathetic!" Lucius kicked him again. Draco found himself sprawled on the floor. His father snorted in disgust. He placed one of his boots on Draco's displayed forearm. "Stop crying! And stop behave like a wailing infant!"
Draco tried his best to stop the tears running down his face but it was too late. Lucius brought his boot down crashing the bones in Draco's wrist with satisfaction. Then he began running his hands over him. Soon Lucius was finished...for now any way. Smiling he turned around leaving his now unconscious son behind.
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Narcissa came into the room a while later hoping she could heal her 10 year old son before Lucius came back to do more damage.
She sighed, only feeling a twinge of annoyance; she was supposed to be going out tonight. "What did you do Draco? If you would only behave……"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
She was going to be sick…she was sure of it. Sure Draco had told her of his dreams, and maybe she'd seen one or two…but for some reason this was different. Very different.
The smoke seemed to blow away, and now she was aware of her body. And it was being held…but by who?
Virginia opened her eyes…and screamed…
*
"God, where is that damned girl?" He'd been all over the castle, literally. The great hall, classrooms, corridors, he'd even asked a first year if she was in her dorm…which she obviously wasn't.
At first it didn't bother him so much, he had to find her and he'd always been able to do it before…but now this little game of cat and mouse was starting to piss him off.
Then an idea suddenly came to him.
Outside.
She loves going outside no matter the damned weather. A few times she'd drag him out to the quiditch pitch when he was sure it could have been below zero. But she hadn't minded at all.
If anything she'd be by that blasted tree...which one was it? The oak or something? Oh well it didn't matter what kind of tree it was, it only mattered that she could be under it.
Draco turned around quickly and headed for the large doors that would lead him outside.
*
Harry decided he would go out side for a stroll. Having a lot on his mind he was used to wanting to go outside and just walk around, maybe even go near the Forbidden Forrest, there seemed to be something interesting there all he time. Slowly he passed Hagrids hut and walked in the direction of the forest.
------------
Well, walking hadn't cleared his mind like he thought it would, in fact, it just gave him time to think about everything he didn't want to think about. Joy.
Harry wandered back to the castle doors, sighing in disappointment. Maybe he could find Ron and play a game of chess or something.
Well that /was/ his intention…until he saw Malfoy come out. Harry froze expecting some kind of a plan, or ambush…but it never came. In fact he walked right past Harry, barely giving him notice at all. It looked as if he was going some where important, somewhere in a hurry.
Harry stood for a few minutes.
Then discreetly followed him to wherever he was going.
(A/N): once again this fic wouldn't be possible with out a fellow fanficiton writer: Leya (user id=203527) thank you so much for loaning your writing skills ^^
And review!!! I feel like there some un-said review contest between 'The Letter' and 'The Collector'...or maybe it's just all in my head...never mind...