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Chapter 19

Draco hunted up and down the beach searching for Lekia. Oddly enough his first acquaintance here met him before he could look in the cliffs.

"There is no use looking for her." The low grating voice came from behind him. Draco was too lethargic to even be surprised anymore.

"Where did she go?" Draco glanced over at Dundanby quick enough to see the furry creature give a semblance of a shrug.

"I assumed that you might wish to hear more about Viper. Along with your little friend." Draco looked confused for a second before looking over his shoulder. A very faint outline of Harry stood there. Draco's jaw dropped. His eyes came in contact with Dundanby's liquid brown orbs.

"She has decided that it would be easier if I only had to do this once. Please make yourself comfortable gentlemen." Harry came forward and sat cross legged in the air. Draco could only guess that he was sitting on his bed. Draco himself sat so close to Harry that it seemed that his head was resting on the transparent boy's thigh.

"Can I hear it too?" Viper came out of the ocean carrying Lekia like the child she was. She set Lekia's body gently down and steamed the water off of herself. Only Harry seemed unfazed by her presence.

Several of the cadavers shook themselves out of their crusty sleeping places, their hands reaching out to her. Beggars hoping for a reprieve from a savior. Hope shined in their eyes for redemption. Draco noticed none of this.

"Why can't you bring Harry here? Why can't you take me out?" Viper held up a hand for silence and Draco reluctantly quieted.

"I will get you out. I just have some business to do first. And besides if he was really here you wouldn't pay attention to Dan." She patted the otter-like monster on his furry head. Dundanby leaned into the caress like a friendly dog.

"What happened to Lekia?" Draco's voice held a tint of worry for the dead girl.

"She slept too close to the ocean as she watched over you. She slipped right under Dundanby's nose and sunk too far for him to save her. Naturally he sent me the image in his distress at losing the one who had risen to befriend you. I decided I could use her as a sort of peace offering for not being able to reunite you fully with Harry yet." Draco could not fight with such logic instead he opened another can of worms.

"Why don't you just make me live again?"

"You are alive. I just can't raise you until you are ready and it is safe for you."

Draco raised his eyebrow at Viper. "Why wouldn't I be safe at home? Why doesn't Harry talk to me?"

"So many questions. Here is my viewpoint. If I resurrect you into your own world you will be in great danger not only from Voldemort but from your parents as well. It seems that Voldemort fed them some lie about you marrying Hermoine. Naturally they were very disappointed in you and were glad of my services in disposing you. And I assume Harry is not talking because it would look rather odd if he started talking to himself."

"Why did you kill me anyway?"

"Because of this." Viper raised her hand and snapped her fingers. There was a brief flash of light and a small silver box was nestled in the palm of her hand.

"This is a training device that my grandfather perfected. He used it on any child he could get his hands on." Viper locked eyes with Draco. "There is one inside of Voldemort just like there was inside of me." Draco felt like he was starting to drown in the black void of Viper's eyes. She broke the contact and pocketed the box.

Viper sat down in front of Draco and placed one of her hands on his knee the other rested on the obscure form of Harry's dangling foot.

"Instead of having Dan tell you. It would make more sense if I just showed you."

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"Professor! Professor please come down!" Ron was almost sobbing as he banged his fists against the gargoyle in front of Dumbledore's office.

"Ron please you going into hysterics is not helping anyone!" Hermoine was at her wits end trying to keep Ron from hurting himself.

"Resendiando" With a flick of her wand Ron's voice magnified itself and was able to penetrate the deep walls of Dumbledore's sanctum. Within seconds the pair could hear the stairs rumbling their way up and down again. The gargoyle slid to the side and a rather rumpled looking Headmaster stared out at them.

"What is wrong?"

"It is Harry. He is in some sort of trance and won't wake up no matter what we do!"

"This sounds serious. Lead the way." Ron feeling considerably more confident accompanied by the most powerful wizard known to this world. The redhead rushed up the stairs as fast as he could while the aging man followed with Hermoine following demurely by the Headmaster's side filling him in on the details that Ron in his excitement forgot.

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"Lord Voldemort." The Deatheater's voice was a drop of sound in a vortex of silence.

"What do you want?"

"My mission is complete."

"There isss no sssign of foul play?"

"None sire, all went according to your plan."

"Perfect, you may go."

The Deatheater bowed and backed out of the room grateful that no other duty or punishment had been laid on him.

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