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To Ms. Hermoine Granger the events that had unfolded in past month had come to be greeted with many emotions. Disgust (for the Ron incident), sorrow, confusion, wonder, amusement and shock. The most powerful of all was the shock. She had just found out as the rest of the great hall that Harry Potter was basically living a lie and that the new Prof.'s remark and Dumbledore's silence confirmed that the information was true.
Her world had gone upside down and it all had to do with a girl who looked like someone from her dreams. She ate her meal giving in to one of her stronger emotions for the rest of the night: confusion.
She was not the only one left confused that night, so were many of the student body. But their questions would not be answered for they would not voice them aloud in fear of not getting an answer. Even now the headmaster sat there staring at the spot where the new seventh year student had roared the story at full force. The only other person who had any authority on the matter was the new professor who seemed to be willing to give the information if asked politely.
"Excuse me?" The new professor said the next day.
"What did you mean when you said that Pierce was saying the truth last night about Harry?" The Weasly boy said.
"I meant what you just said Mr. Weasly. Yes, Kiara did say harsh words, but our records on the subject an accurate summary of everything she said" Years ago she would have been more touchy about the situation concerning Voldemort for she new that most wouldn't take the subject well, but it was all out in the open now. Thanks to the grandchild of the two who started it all.
"But why would the Dragons lie about a thing this big?" The red haired boy inquired again.
'This boy has no shame in who he insults, he should be treated with the same respect' thought Lunaty. This insult would not be taken lightly.
"We didn't" Andreus spoke in a tight voice, with eyes filled with anger. Lunaty let him take over for the moment. "We kept it documented and most Dragons know the truth about why Mr. Potter is alive. Your ministry thought it best to lie about your heritage and of what truly happened by making the story up from the original but leaving out the empress, it was not our decision" Again the red haired boy felt embarrassed for being talked to in a way that he felt degrading. After letting his anger be released Andreus sat quiet once more.
Hermoine raised her hand to ask a question that everyone seemed to know.
"Yes, what is it Ms. Granger?" Prof. Fey asked.
"Professor" Hermoine felt embarrassed even more now. "Exactly who is the empress?"
The Prof. Smiled at her all to knowing embarrassment at asking something that to most in the room seemed so obvious. "The empress is the head of the royal family of any land held by the Dragon peoples. Namely the Dragon Isles and Dragonia." More confusion came from the unknowing in her class. "These places are unknown to most because they are well hidden and are only chartered by Dragons with power."
"But" Ms. Granger spoke again. "Why is she so respected and thanked towards her people" The Prof. Smiled at Hermoine once more. This girl was quick.
"Good Question Ms. Granger. The empress is showed respect and thanks not for her title, but what how she gained the title." Again another burst of confusion. "Before the empress came into power a man by the name Fredrick Falkner was in possession to all rights to the throne. This man was a, pardon my language, a conniving son of a bitch" Some laughed at the statement others were shocked that a teacher could actually say those things. She continued on.
"He got his position by posing as one of the royal family and by hiring someone to rape and impregnate the little girl who was supposed to get the throne. The only way he could get the throne was to get the one truly worthy of it pregnant when young for she would either die of the pain or she would run away from the ill words spoken of her if anyone knew. If she died she would have to pass the rights to her son if he lived leaving only one other himself." She paused to breath deeply.
"The girl to his peril did not die, she actually survived and spit on him for his actions. She gave the women back their rights; she worked to help others and almost came to dyeing many a time for the consequences. Her people came first of all to her it does even now. She has saved her people from various troubles and won many wars to keep them from harm. She was considered more than a just a queen. The people gave her the name Emperesa Polaris that in our ancient language is translated to the empress of the North Star. Our people gave her this name not just by what she had done but also for her remarkable powers" She finished by saying "This woman is the empress"
She slammed her fist on her desk waking everyone up from their wondered thoughts on the empress. "Now as I recall, before this happened, we were speaking of mister Potter's life when Voldemort arrived." Now she had them riveted to the spot "If it is all right with Mr. Potter, I will tell you the story" All I were now on Mr. Potter who nodded for her to continue.
"Alright. Voldemort, as you now from last night, is indeed a Dragon in fact he was one of my students from the last time I came to Hogwarts as a teacher" Everyone gasped, she wasn't surprised. To most she looked to be in her late twenties, but she was several thousands of years older than that. "He was always powerful and at one point was on the side of what you all call 'good'. He was a man in the service of the empress until she temporally knocked out of power. When she was back on the throne Voldemort became part of the Masters of Destruction, but he did not do it willingly."
"Like most of the masters Voldemort was tricked and 'brainwashed'. He was remade to do one thing search for wizards that opposed a threat to the ones he was forced to join. The muggle hating thing was a cover up for the real thing going on."
"After the empress was once again given back her power. She confronted Voldemort at the house in which Harry and his mother died. He seemed to have forgotten who she was to him and attacked her with the information given to him after his 'fix up'. He left as the defeated one. When she went to retrieve the bodies for proper burial she realized that Mr. Potter could still be saved with the blood within her. She gave him her energy, blood, and a low-leveled equivalent of her powers. Voldemort only attacks you because of the blood within you not for the blow that was fictioned by the ministry to have happened."
Before anyone could ask anymore questions the Prof. Raised her hands in a gesture to indicate that class was over six minutes ago and that all of them were late for lunch. And sadly all of them left knowing that they had all found a knew favorite class, except for Mr. Weasly and Mr. Potter. As the class left Lunaty noticed something she did not speak aloud to her students, but only held Andreus to question after the students left.
"Andreus where are Kiara and Evan?" She asked him.
He shrugged not knowing of Evan's whereabouts. "Evan's probably ditching because he had already taken the class before and didn't feel like taking it again."
"And Kiara?" Lunaty pressed on.
"You know how she gets when she feels mad. After she says her ice cold comments she usually goes and hides herself."
"I see"
Lunaty never liked the feeling she got when she knew Kiara was alone with Evan and she was getting that feeling. 'This is not good'
If only she was wrong.
The Ice Queen.
Why?
Why did I do that?
Why did I run away?
I should have sat there and ate my food and left with the crowd afterwards.
I shouldn't have called attention to myself.
I should have gone alone.
HE found me.
"Exquisite" HE said pinning my to a wall in a dark corridor. Both my hands above my head.
"What is?"
"The way you act when you're angry" He came closer to me. "Your icy tone, your demeanor, your hate filled eyes, everything" He sighed "I love it"
"Well, you should. If you didn't like what you made me become it would just make you an asshole to make me feel the pain I have when I touch someone else. Not the psychotic asshole you really are." I said in a sweet voice. He just smiled.
"Kiara" He paused "Do you know why that pain courses through your veins every time you touch someone?"
I didn't answer.
"Because the only one who should touch you is me" He pressed against me now. "In truth the only reason any of your family members can touch you is so no one finds out what's going on. And so you don't forget our past."
"You're a monster" I whispered.
He tilted my chin so I would look him in the eyes. "Yes, I am. I thought you knew that by now, considering what you lost to me years ago." He walked back to the great hall.
"This isn't finished yet" He called over his shoulder. "I'll see you soon"
The next day I curled myself into a ball on the black comforters of my bed.
I didn't leave my room.
Not because I didn't want to.
But because I didn't have the ability.
He opned up old wounds.
Evan shouldn't have brought up the past.
I was only a little girl.
The way he pinned me on the floor.
The way he wouldn't let go of me.
He kept telling me that I was his and no one elses.
Telling I'd be punished if anyone touched me.
Telling me he'd kill the people I loved.
He took my innocence.
He ripped my wings off.
He left when He was done.
He left me cold and bloody on the floor.
I promised myself he would pay for what he did to me.
All I did was keep thinking it over.
It's not fair.
It shouldn't be this way.
I can't touch any one in any good way.
I can't love anyone.
I'm not supposed to love Andreus.
I'm not.
But I do.
I'm sorry I can't tell you.
Not until he dies.
Forgive me.....
The end of the Ice Queen.
Draco Malfoy sat in a secluded corner of the library waiting for a certain Head Girl who seemed to be ten minutes late for their meeting. He sighed and thought of the past years he had spent in these halls. He was a prick and he knew it. He was supposed to be one.
FLASH BACK!!!!
"Listen my son" Said Lucius. "From now on you must live a lie"
"Why father?" The little boy was confused.
"Because your of your heritage" The man sat in a brown leather chair in his office. "You can't be a Dragon in public. It's for your protection."
The boy nodded he understood.
"We don't want to loose you" Lucius stood up and hugged his child. "We can't loose you"
END OF FLASH BACK!!!!
Draco understood even then what his father meant when he said it was for his protection. He never questioned his father. Although most see him as a muggle killer and the right hand man of Voldemort he is actually a spy for Dragon intelligence. His real job is to alert the Dragons in the royal service of any plans that involve the Masters of Destruction. And the muggle thing isn't true his closest friends are muggles.
After that talk there was a whole new Draco outside of the Malfoy Manor and that Draco was the prick with the slicked back hair and smirk on his face that just screamed 'I'm the son of Satan' like if he wore the message on a T-Shirt.
But now he was of age and could be a Dragon if he pleased, he could even use his real name. He planned to do it on December 14 before winter break started. It used to be Everrin's birthday, before the accident. Now he didn't even know if she was alive.
He never stopped thinking about her. If only he could see her again.
"Earth to Draco. Come in Draco" He was snapped back to reality by his new found partner in crime who was waving her hand in front of his face to get his attention.
"What?" Now giving his full attention to the crazy brunette who sat across from him. He gave her a once over. The frizzy hair and the bucktooth teeth were gone and replaced by a dazzling smile and smooth shiny curls that came to her shoulder blades. He finally figured out she was pretty.
"Time for 21 questions and since you already used a question I get to go now." She said triumphantly. Draco rolled his eyes in mock irritation.
Since they became friends they started meeting in the library once a week, sometimes more than that, to get to know each other better without many interruptions. For the past 2months and a half they played the game 21 questions as a way to start off their conversations. They asked each other so many questions that by the end of the first month the only thing left was to ask the first thing that came to mind when they looked at the other person.
"Ok." She said. "What's the earliest memory you have of your child hood?"
"Well" He relaxed. "I remember being on a beach with my family and my best friend. We just finished making a sand castle when I saw a marking on her lower back that looked like a mark I had on my arm. I was four years old." He smiled at the memory.
"How about you?" He asked her.
"I was eight years old and my grandmother came to visit us. When she saw me she started to cry. My dad took her to her room, while my mom told me that she was just a little off because some one she loved very much died a few days ago and she wasn't over it yet."
"Eight years old?" Draco said curious. "You can't remember anything before then, Granger?"
She hesitated. "Well..the other early memory isn't something that I recall really well. Just after my sixth birthday someone died and we went to the funeral. Every one was really quiet. I remember this little boy who cried silent tears, he looked like the world had come to an end. I remember that I wanted to hug him and make his tears go away. He seemed so lost."
He understood the feeling. That little boy sounded a lot like him.
"So" Hermoine said. "Since you asked three questions I get three questions too"
He groaned. She always acted like this when she thought she was beating him, he found it funny. "Go a head."
"Why don't you gel your hair anymore?"
"I don't think it's necessary anymore to be that wind resistant." His hair was now was un gelled and came the back of his neck in a layer cut.
"What's the most shocking thing you'd do for a 6million Galleons?"
"Granger. I have more than that in my wallet at the moment." He said.
"Okay, then. What's the most valuable thing you've ever had?"
"That would be my first love." He smiled at the image of his Everrin.
"Oh." Hermoine said. "That's so sweet I might cry"
He rolled his eyes at her and stood up. "Come on let's go gets some lunch"
At lunch he laughed and enjoyed what life had to offer him but the loneliness never left him. If he only knew what really happened to Everrin.
If he only new the truth.