Dark Temptations
A/N: Really sorry for taking so long, I've been brain-storming (actually, Volleyball is suicide), and I've been thinking of how to continue (honestly, I've been sleeping). Well, looking at your reviews I have come to the conclusion. . . would you hate me if I leave it open-ended? I really don't know what to do. . . half of you are saying 'let it be Mpreg!' the other half 'What?! Forget that!' Well, not those exact words, but you get the idea. So I'm thinking about. . . wait, I can't tell. Hehehe-sorry. Unless someone wants to suggest about me talking to them with what I'm planning, my only reliable source is darksiren666, who really won't criticize this story, but sometimes is also brutally honest. Oh, and I would like to thank Skyla for helping me with parts, you're the greatest!
Disclaimer: Said it once, said it twice, say it again, I'm not genius enough for owning both stories.
A/N 2: This is after I finished writing, but I'm going to put this at the top anyway. Really sorry if this is somewhat boring, but it had to occur for me to get to the real deal with this story.
Chapter 4-Skipped Honesty
Standing in front of the doors to Dumbledore's office, Harry slightly resisted against Draco's tug on his arm, but then allowed himself to be led in.
"Professor Dumbledore?" Draco knocked on the wood, which made an echoing sound all the way to the bottom of the staircase. Receiving a muffled answer, Draco pushed the door open, with Harry trailing behind him. "Professor Dumb-AAGH!"
"Draco, dearest Cousin!" a female voice said, causing Draco to release Harry's arm and make him stagger backwards against the door, which had closed automatically upon their entry.
"Get-off-me!" Draco was saying between gasped breathes. "Lolita, what are you doing here?" he asked in an amazed voice after he could stand again, Harry supposed.
"Don't be so harsh," she scolded him, "father requested that we come here to attend this school from now on."
"We?" he asked in disbelief.
Harry was having the hardest time trying to follow the unseen scenario, but was interrupted in the line of thought when he heard another voice, male, and more. . . enticing.
"Yes, we," it came from ahead on Harry's right side, what he figured was near the fireplace.
"Gregori!" Draco said, further astounded and barely believing what was happening. "Why are you here?" he demanded after a moment of dumfounded silence.
"Mikhail suggested it best if she was to attend a school who can, shall we say, cope with our ways of living," the person seemed very wise, with an ageless air about him, though his youthful sound. "The private school she had attended made it hard for her to control her hunger, and they also stayed out in the light too long, making her doze and often caused her to fall on her face or run into walls."
Draco laughed a scornful laugh. "And how did you get her out of that situation?"
"We told them she had a sleeping disorder," he shrugged it off.
"Everyone always crowded around me and it gave me a terrible headache," she explained, "you have no idea what goes on in a young guy's mind. What they think when they see some other girls in shorts."
Harry couldn't do anything but just smile, shake his head, and look around at things that would always show black, so it didn't matter. But he was starting to get frustrated at only having voices to direct himself to.
"Yes, well, could you all please sit down," Dumbledore interrupted, clearly not wanting to know what goes on in the youths mind these days. Harry heard the slightly squeaky noises as they all settled into a couch, Draco leading him over and settling him down, taking a seat next to Harry. "Now, as I was about to summon Mr. Malfoy, it seems that you have come here without me needing to. The next question-why?"
"Sir, Harry was attacked," Draco started in an earnest voice, Harry feeling that Draco regretted not having paid him any attention during those few moments, which he didn't mind at all.
"What do you mean attacked?" Dumbledore asked, ready to call in the Order.
"A girl attacked Harry while he was asleep," Draco began, "she had spoken a ban over him, but as she was about to stab him in the heart, I pulled her off of him and she aparated."
Harry heard Lolita gasp, which was followed by a crushing silence pressing in on him. He could feel all eyes in the room turn on him. 'What?' was all he thought in his mind, not being able to speak.
"He sure thinks normally for someone just having been attacked," Lolita implied, clearly disagreeing with him. "Boy, you were about to be killed if it hadn't been for Draco coming to save you at the last minute. Have you even thanked him for that?"
"Which leads us to another point," Gregori interfered, seeing a slight chagrined expression appear on his face. "Draco, what were you doing in his bedroom?" Amusement was very audible in his voice.
"Dearest cousin," Draco said in a cool low voice, "what I do around here and who I am with concern you not in the least."
'Um,' Harry wanted to explain that part, his face growing warm.
"Oh, I would think otherwise," Gregori's eyes flashed dangerously, but Harry of course couldn't tell. "You know exactly what I mean."
Harry guessed that Draco was glaring at Gregori with death eyes, which used to be directed towards him, because he wouldn't answer. 'Draco?' he asked.
"Fine," Draco spat, then sighed as if 6 month's rain, "Gregori, Lolita, please do not laugh. Professor, if you would like us to leave, then we shall."
"Not at all, Mr. Malfoy," Dumbledore said earnestly, "Ms. Dubrinsky here has informed me very detailed what you all have as a heritage, so I will certainly respect my elders."
"Gregori's about the only one here that's older than this school possibly," Lolita said in a teasing tone, "he doesn't even count anymore."
Her laughter was very charming to Harry, like little silver bells tinkling during a gentle breeze. He was startled when he heard a growl.
"Gregori," Draco growled back in his most menacing voice, "wait till I explain to you."
"Well then, better start talking, because I'm already starting to dislike this fellow who keeps staring at the bird." Gregori's voice wasn't too unkind, but anything besides friendly.
"Please meet my soul mate," Draco stated, putting his arm around Harry's shoulders, pulling him closer.
Harry blushed as Lolita slightly yelped, Dumbledore clearing his throat, and Gregori remaining silent. He did remain silent, until Harry heard him fall to the floor laughing.
"You mentioned bans, Mr..Malfoy," Dumbledore inquired, changing the subject. "What kind, if you know?"
Draco was still glaring at Gregori, pulling Harry closer to him all the while. "She caused him to go blind and lose his voice," he finally said.
Gregori stopped laughing for a moment, thinking about how serious this was, Harry could feel it. But the fact that he'd been staring at the bird stand behind him with no bird in it and him being blind with out anyone knowledge caused him to double over again, tears rolling down his cheeks.
"My, my Gregori," Draco said in his most solid voice, "I don't recall a time where you even so much as cracked a smile. What's happened? Life becoming amusing?"
Gregori stopped laughing, and Harry figured that he was glaring straight back at Draco, because strangely, he could feel the anger emitting from him but also the silver eyed boys' own despising emotions towards his cousin.
"Gregori has to laugh," Lolita said in a matter-of-fact tone, clearly ignoring the fact that they were trying to kill each other with glances and stares. "I told him that if he didn't start enjoying humor, he would have an even worse time with me than father had with mother."
"You didn't," Draco asked, starting to sound friendlier again. "Lolita, that's even more cruel than what Raven would have done."
"Like mother like daughter I suppose," she replied, waving the cause aside. "I asked Simon to give him some lessons, but after a good ten minutes he assured us that he hadn't cracked any ribs."
'From what?' Harry asked without really paying attention.
"From laughing so hard at the thought of Gregori even letting a smile play on his face," Lolita answered him, probably smiling that infuriating sweet girl smile that all females show.
"Watch it Lita," Gregori growled, even making Harry move closer next to Draco. "You don't want to be punished, do you?"
What seemed to Dumbledore as a threat Harry could see as a lustful offer of. . . he decided to not continue the thought. 'Why the hell am I seeing these things?' he asked in the back of his mind.
"What? Don't you know?" Lolita asked in a startled voice. "You do have telepathy, don't' you?"
'I thought that was only with Draco,' he replied, clearly confused about anything with his thoughts.
"Harry," Dumbledore began from somewhere to the left, "do you remember when Voldemort took some of your blood?"
Harry could feel Draco's grip tighten even more on him, making it difficult to breathe properly. The only thing Harry could do was nod, mostly out of fear by the sudden hatred coming from the boy next to him. Pure, cold, relentless fury, all directed at the dark lord.
"And you also recall as when I told you that your mother protected you?" he pressed on.
'Draco!' Harry tried shifting against the iron grip Draco held him in. 'Draco, I can't breathe!'
"What? Oh, sorry Harry." Some of Draco's fury mellowed down, but the core of it hadn't vanished yet.
"When Voldemort touched you in your first year here, and your scar began to burn," Dumbledore sounded uncomfortable about talking of these things at such a moment, "that was also a contact that ripped a tear in the protection your mother had placed upon you before her death."
'What do you mean?' he was careful so as not to get nearly choked again out of good intentions.
"Your mother not only protected your life, but also your mind."
'Pardon?' Harry didn't understand anything of what he was talking about. But he was sure it wasn't a result as to what that she-devil had done to him.
"Your mother had created a block in your mind that protected you from overflowing with other painful emotions and memories," he explained, "a barrier that kept other thoughts and feelings out of your mind."
There was a moment that passed where nobody said anything. 'I do have psychic powers?' he finally asked.
"Not so much as powers as a talent of your own being and genetics," he said, figuring what Harry had questioned. "But it seemed to have shattered some more as I figure when Mr. Malfoy tried talking with your through his mind?"
'How did you know?' Harry questioned, hoping that this man also didn't have the ability to see others thoughts as well. 'Oh, crap.'
Draco gave him a confused look, but didn't say anything when green jewels didn't look back. 'He can't see me,' he thought in pain. "Professor," Draco interrupted before their discussion could continue, "maybe we should be giving Harry his vision back before we go on."
"Oh, of course of course. Please forgive, with all these other occurrences happening." Dumbledore stood up and began rummaging through his belongings, finally finding a thick leather-bound book, which could have fit in a pocket, were it not so stuffed with old pages. "Right then," he said, "your ability to see and to speak again, correct?"
Harry nodded, eager to get sight back, though he'd been having a nice time with his thoughts as well. He didn't miss speech that much, but he would like to yell for help again as well.
Dumbledore cleared his throat, and gently placed his wands' tip against Harry's throat. "Don't panic if you feel strange," he said, his voice giving Harry some confidence. "Loquendi Facultas."
A warmth emitted from the depths of his throat, a surge wrapping him in a mesmerizing sensation, indescribable with words alone.
Now the tip was upon his nose, making him twitch slightly. "Visendus."
Harry's eyes felt cold, freezing, they began to water and he had to squint them closed, the cold making his head hurt slightly. Rubbing them frantically, he blinked once, twice, then screamed.
"Harry, what is it? What's wrong?" Draco took him by the shoulders, turning his head ever so often in Dumbledore's direction, accusation clear in his look. "Harry, what did he do to you?"
"Everything's blurry!" he protested, "It all looks so fuzzy!"
"What?"
"Oh, move aside," Lolita said, getting up from her chair and elbowing the men out of her way, including Dumbledore. "Quit moving your head and hold still. Now open your eyes."
"I can see!" he said, smiling brightly.
"Amazing, what did you do?" Draco asked, staring at his cousin with
new found respect.
"I put some glasses in front of his eyes," she said, acting like it
were the most logical thing in the world.
Draco looked back and saw the bifocals now, the adoration sliding from
his face to be replaced by a grimace of loathing. "You really are
amazing," he muttered under his breath.
"Thank you," she replied sweetly, adding a little courtsey to increase
his fury.
"Why am I the one related to her?" he asked, raising his arms towards the ceiling.
"I don't see why you're complaining," Gregori added next to him, "I'm the one who's stuck with her for the rest of my days."
"And so you are," Lolita said, throwing her arms around his neck and kissing him fondly on the cheek.
"Well now," Dumbledore interrupted once again from behind, "back to the fact of getting you all settled in."
"Yes, in which house will Lita be in?" Draco was praying to his lucky stars that it would be hufflepuff, a perfect punishment upon the little vixen.
"Well, before you arrived, the sorting hat had already been placed upon her head," Dumbledore eyed Lolita, unsure as to wether he should continue or not.
Lolita seeing his discomfort, did not ease his tension when she said it herself, "I am now a proud Gryffindor."
Draco sat still for a moment, seeming oblivious to anything around him except for Harry's confused and slightly unfocused eyes. "What?" he burst out, his mind working properly again.
"You don't have to shout, Draco," she said, rubbing her ear, as if it had been poked at. "I am a Gryffindor," she spoke with a tone leaving no room for objections, "and I will be attending to each of the classes from what I have seen."
"But how will you be able to walk in the sun's strongest moments? What about you falling asleep during the day," he threw against her, "and what about Gregori?"
Lolita rolled her eyes, not understanding the whole point of why he was disagreeing so strongly. "Father let some special clothes be tailored for me. The teachers will receive a note saying that I am not to attend flying classes until the evening. The same goes for Care of Magical creatures and I will come here to get rest if I need any. And as for Gregori," she looked at him, smiling slightly.
Gregori took a bow, raising his head to grin up at Draco, "Say hello to your new Defense against the Dark Arts teacher, boys. We will have a wonderful time together."
If it was impossible for Draco to turn paler than what he already was, then that fact was highly mistaken at that moment. "No," he uttered, wanting this all to be a bad joke of some kind, doubting that they knew how to. "You're pulling my leg, aren't you?"
"I'm sorry, but I do not see myself beneath you tugging your leg to haul you down onto your back," Gregori said in the most sarcastic tone he could manage.
"This is not happening!" he yelled out, wanting it all to be a bad lie, a dream he had while falling asleep again.
"Draco?" Harry touched his arm slightly, not knowing why he did the gesture, but feeling that it would comfort Draco immensely. And so it did. He didn't know what else to do to try and ease the other boy's frustration. Harry met the eyes of Lolita, and seeing her for the first time properly, she very much did take his breath away.
She wasn't much shorter than Harry it seemed, but she definitely did not look like it was possible for her to be related to Draco. Her hair was an even more mysterious black than his, her eyes a vivid blue, all settled against a face that resembled the very spice cinnamon. He then looked over to her right and stared at Gregori. He was tall, muscular, somewhat dirty blonde hair that reminded him of Remus, but his eyes were the piercing gray of a Malfoy. 'A distant cousin,' Harry thought, trying to sort things out in his mind.
"Not distant at all, but almost his uncle," Gregori imposed, frowning slightly as if trying to remember the exact family order.
"Well, now that we have that settled, why don't we go down to breakfast," Dumbledore said, seeming very tired and hungry at the same time.
"How shall we be introduced?" Lolita asked, nervous at the idea of standing in front of a whole crowd. "And what about the sun? It will be impossible for me to stand inside there for no more than five minutes!"
"Don't worry," he said reassuringly. "Look outside, nearly all an overcast today."
"That's a relief," she sighed, leaning lightly against Gregori.
"What about Harry's assassin?" Draco once again held Harry close, making it difficult to breath.
"Lolita will be with him," Gregori answered, seeing that he didn't have an interest in her after all, but a momentary adoration. "You will guide her in her classes today, Harry. And introduce her as your very very distant cousin. Understand?"
The command in his voice made it hard for Harry not to object, but he wouldn't have just the same. He nodded his agreement, his forehead rubbing against Draco's chest causing the other boy to inhale sharply and utter a low moan.
"Draco?" Harry asked in a worried tone.
"Please, my dears," Dumbledore said, ignoring the fact that Gregori could well be his Grandfather if not Great. "Let us commence this conversation another time and go to the great hall for Breakfast."
"But-" Draco started.
"Now." That was the end of the discussion, Dumbledore could take a lot of things, but he refused to allow his stomache to rumble any further for food.
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A/N: How do you guys like that pattern? I was tired and just started pushing buttons accidentally and then the beginning of this showed up so I was all 'cool!' and. . . Well. Yep. Okay, from what I can tell you by looking at my schedule till the end of October or possibly the beginning of November, I will probably be updating every other week. So when you read this, the next chapter will be here in two weeks. * sniff * I want to quit Volleyball, but I don't want to seem as a quitter either. And wish me good luck for becoming secretary for our class. Thanks!
A/N: Really sorry for taking so long, I've been brain-storming (actually, Volleyball is suicide), and I've been thinking of how to continue (honestly, I've been sleeping). Well, looking at your reviews I have come to the conclusion. . . would you hate me if I leave it open-ended? I really don't know what to do. . . half of you are saying 'let it be Mpreg!' the other half 'What?! Forget that!' Well, not those exact words, but you get the idea. So I'm thinking about. . . wait, I can't tell. Hehehe-sorry. Unless someone wants to suggest about me talking to them with what I'm planning, my only reliable source is darksiren666, who really won't criticize this story, but sometimes is also brutally honest. Oh, and I would like to thank Skyla for helping me with parts, you're the greatest!
Disclaimer: Said it once, said it twice, say it again, I'm not genius enough for owning both stories.
A/N 2: This is after I finished writing, but I'm going to put this at the top anyway. Really sorry if this is somewhat boring, but it had to occur for me to get to the real deal with this story.
Chapter 4-Skipped Honesty
Standing in front of the doors to Dumbledore's office, Harry slightly resisted against Draco's tug on his arm, but then allowed himself to be led in.
"Professor Dumbledore?" Draco knocked on the wood, which made an echoing sound all the way to the bottom of the staircase. Receiving a muffled answer, Draco pushed the door open, with Harry trailing behind him. "Professor Dumb-AAGH!"
"Draco, dearest Cousin!" a female voice said, causing Draco to release Harry's arm and make him stagger backwards against the door, which had closed automatically upon their entry.
"Get-off-me!" Draco was saying between gasped breathes. "Lolita, what are you doing here?" he asked in an amazed voice after he could stand again, Harry supposed.
"Don't be so harsh," she scolded him, "father requested that we come here to attend this school from now on."
"We?" he asked in disbelief.
Harry was having the hardest time trying to follow the unseen scenario, but was interrupted in the line of thought when he heard another voice, male, and more. . . enticing.
"Yes, we," it came from ahead on Harry's right side, what he figured was near the fireplace.
"Gregori!" Draco said, further astounded and barely believing what was happening. "Why are you here?" he demanded after a moment of dumfounded silence.
"Mikhail suggested it best if she was to attend a school who can, shall we say, cope with our ways of living," the person seemed very wise, with an ageless air about him, though his youthful sound. "The private school she had attended made it hard for her to control her hunger, and they also stayed out in the light too long, making her doze and often caused her to fall on her face or run into walls."
Draco laughed a scornful laugh. "And how did you get her out of that situation?"
"We told them she had a sleeping disorder," he shrugged it off.
"Everyone always crowded around me and it gave me a terrible headache," she explained, "you have no idea what goes on in a young guy's mind. What they think when they see some other girls in shorts."
Harry couldn't do anything but just smile, shake his head, and look around at things that would always show black, so it didn't matter. But he was starting to get frustrated at only having voices to direct himself to.
"Yes, well, could you all please sit down," Dumbledore interrupted, clearly not wanting to know what goes on in the youths mind these days. Harry heard the slightly squeaky noises as they all settled into a couch, Draco leading him over and settling him down, taking a seat next to Harry. "Now, as I was about to summon Mr. Malfoy, it seems that you have come here without me needing to. The next question-why?"
"Sir, Harry was attacked," Draco started in an earnest voice, Harry feeling that Draco regretted not having paid him any attention during those few moments, which he didn't mind at all.
"What do you mean attacked?" Dumbledore asked, ready to call in the Order.
"A girl attacked Harry while he was asleep," Draco began, "she had spoken a ban over him, but as she was about to stab him in the heart, I pulled her off of him and she aparated."
Harry heard Lolita gasp, which was followed by a crushing silence pressing in on him. He could feel all eyes in the room turn on him. 'What?' was all he thought in his mind, not being able to speak.
"He sure thinks normally for someone just having been attacked," Lolita implied, clearly disagreeing with him. "Boy, you were about to be killed if it hadn't been for Draco coming to save you at the last minute. Have you even thanked him for that?"
"Which leads us to another point," Gregori interfered, seeing a slight chagrined expression appear on his face. "Draco, what were you doing in his bedroom?" Amusement was very audible in his voice.
"Dearest cousin," Draco said in a cool low voice, "what I do around here and who I am with concern you not in the least."
'Um,' Harry wanted to explain that part, his face growing warm.
"Oh, I would think otherwise," Gregori's eyes flashed dangerously, but Harry of course couldn't tell. "You know exactly what I mean."
Harry guessed that Draco was glaring at Gregori with death eyes, which used to be directed towards him, because he wouldn't answer. 'Draco?' he asked.
"Fine," Draco spat, then sighed as if 6 month's rain, "Gregori, Lolita, please do not laugh. Professor, if you would like us to leave, then we shall."
"Not at all, Mr. Malfoy," Dumbledore said earnestly, "Ms. Dubrinsky here has informed me very detailed what you all have as a heritage, so I will certainly respect my elders."
"Gregori's about the only one here that's older than this school possibly," Lolita said in a teasing tone, "he doesn't even count anymore."
Her laughter was very charming to Harry, like little silver bells tinkling during a gentle breeze. He was startled when he heard a growl.
"Gregori," Draco growled back in his most menacing voice, "wait till I explain to you."
"Well then, better start talking, because I'm already starting to dislike this fellow who keeps staring at the bird." Gregori's voice wasn't too unkind, but anything besides friendly.
"Please meet my soul mate," Draco stated, putting his arm around Harry's shoulders, pulling him closer.
Harry blushed as Lolita slightly yelped, Dumbledore clearing his throat, and Gregori remaining silent. He did remain silent, until Harry heard him fall to the floor laughing.
"You mentioned bans, Mr..Malfoy," Dumbledore inquired, changing the subject. "What kind, if you know?"
Draco was still glaring at Gregori, pulling Harry closer to him all the while. "She caused him to go blind and lose his voice," he finally said.
Gregori stopped laughing for a moment, thinking about how serious this was, Harry could feel it. But the fact that he'd been staring at the bird stand behind him with no bird in it and him being blind with out anyone knowledge caused him to double over again, tears rolling down his cheeks.
"My, my Gregori," Draco said in his most solid voice, "I don't recall a time where you even so much as cracked a smile. What's happened? Life becoming amusing?"
Gregori stopped laughing, and Harry figured that he was glaring straight back at Draco, because strangely, he could feel the anger emitting from him but also the silver eyed boys' own despising emotions towards his cousin.
"Gregori has to laugh," Lolita said in a matter-of-fact tone, clearly ignoring the fact that they were trying to kill each other with glances and stares. "I told him that if he didn't start enjoying humor, he would have an even worse time with me than father had with mother."
"You didn't," Draco asked, starting to sound friendlier again. "Lolita, that's even more cruel than what Raven would have done."
"Like mother like daughter I suppose," she replied, waving the cause aside. "I asked Simon to give him some lessons, but after a good ten minutes he assured us that he hadn't cracked any ribs."
'From what?' Harry asked without really paying attention.
"From laughing so hard at the thought of Gregori even letting a smile play on his face," Lolita answered him, probably smiling that infuriating sweet girl smile that all females show.
"Watch it Lita," Gregori growled, even making Harry move closer next to Draco. "You don't want to be punished, do you?"
What seemed to Dumbledore as a threat Harry could see as a lustful offer of. . . he decided to not continue the thought. 'Why the hell am I seeing these things?' he asked in the back of his mind.
"What? Don't you know?" Lolita asked in a startled voice. "You do have telepathy, don't' you?"
'I thought that was only with Draco,' he replied, clearly confused about anything with his thoughts.
"Harry," Dumbledore began from somewhere to the left, "do you remember when Voldemort took some of your blood?"
Harry could feel Draco's grip tighten even more on him, making it difficult to breathe properly. The only thing Harry could do was nod, mostly out of fear by the sudden hatred coming from the boy next to him. Pure, cold, relentless fury, all directed at the dark lord.
"And you also recall as when I told you that your mother protected you?" he pressed on.
'Draco!' Harry tried shifting against the iron grip Draco held him in. 'Draco, I can't breathe!'
"What? Oh, sorry Harry." Some of Draco's fury mellowed down, but the core of it hadn't vanished yet.
"When Voldemort touched you in your first year here, and your scar began to burn," Dumbledore sounded uncomfortable about talking of these things at such a moment, "that was also a contact that ripped a tear in the protection your mother had placed upon you before her death."
'What do you mean?' he was careful so as not to get nearly choked again out of good intentions.
"Your mother not only protected your life, but also your mind."
'Pardon?' Harry didn't understand anything of what he was talking about. But he was sure it wasn't a result as to what that she-devil had done to him.
"Your mother had created a block in your mind that protected you from overflowing with other painful emotions and memories," he explained, "a barrier that kept other thoughts and feelings out of your mind."
There was a moment that passed where nobody said anything. 'I do have psychic powers?' he finally asked.
"Not so much as powers as a talent of your own being and genetics," he said, figuring what Harry had questioned. "But it seemed to have shattered some more as I figure when Mr. Malfoy tried talking with your through his mind?"
'How did you know?' Harry questioned, hoping that this man also didn't have the ability to see others thoughts as well. 'Oh, crap.'
Draco gave him a confused look, but didn't say anything when green jewels didn't look back. 'He can't see me,' he thought in pain. "Professor," Draco interrupted before their discussion could continue, "maybe we should be giving Harry his vision back before we go on."
"Oh, of course of course. Please forgive, with all these other occurrences happening." Dumbledore stood up and began rummaging through his belongings, finally finding a thick leather-bound book, which could have fit in a pocket, were it not so stuffed with old pages. "Right then," he said, "your ability to see and to speak again, correct?"
Harry nodded, eager to get sight back, though he'd been having a nice time with his thoughts as well. He didn't miss speech that much, but he would like to yell for help again as well.
Dumbledore cleared his throat, and gently placed his wands' tip against Harry's throat. "Don't panic if you feel strange," he said, his voice giving Harry some confidence. "Loquendi Facultas."
A warmth emitted from the depths of his throat, a surge wrapping him in a mesmerizing sensation, indescribable with words alone.
Now the tip was upon his nose, making him twitch slightly. "Visendus."
Harry's eyes felt cold, freezing, they began to water and he had to squint them closed, the cold making his head hurt slightly. Rubbing them frantically, he blinked once, twice, then screamed.
"Harry, what is it? What's wrong?" Draco took him by the shoulders, turning his head ever so often in Dumbledore's direction, accusation clear in his look. "Harry, what did he do to you?"
"Everything's blurry!" he protested, "It all looks so fuzzy!"
"What?"
"Oh, move aside," Lolita said, getting up from her chair and elbowing the men out of her way, including Dumbledore. "Quit moving your head and hold still. Now open your eyes."
"I can see!" he said, smiling brightly.
"Amazing, what did you do?" Draco asked, staring at his cousin with
new found respect.
"I put some glasses in front of his eyes," she said, acting like it
were the most logical thing in the world.
Draco looked back and saw the bifocals now, the adoration sliding from
his face to be replaced by a grimace of loathing. "You really are
amazing," he muttered under his breath.
"Thank you," she replied sweetly, adding a little courtsey to increase
his fury.
"Why am I the one related to her?" he asked, raising his arms towards the ceiling.
"I don't see why you're complaining," Gregori added next to him, "I'm the one who's stuck with her for the rest of my days."
"And so you are," Lolita said, throwing her arms around his neck and kissing him fondly on the cheek.
"Well now," Dumbledore interrupted once again from behind, "back to the fact of getting you all settled in."
"Yes, in which house will Lita be in?" Draco was praying to his lucky stars that it would be hufflepuff, a perfect punishment upon the little vixen.
"Well, before you arrived, the sorting hat had already been placed upon her head," Dumbledore eyed Lolita, unsure as to wether he should continue or not.
Lolita seeing his discomfort, did not ease his tension when she said it herself, "I am now a proud Gryffindor."
Draco sat still for a moment, seeming oblivious to anything around him except for Harry's confused and slightly unfocused eyes. "What?" he burst out, his mind working properly again.
"You don't have to shout, Draco," she said, rubbing her ear, as if it had been poked at. "I am a Gryffindor," she spoke with a tone leaving no room for objections, "and I will be attending to each of the classes from what I have seen."
"But how will you be able to walk in the sun's strongest moments? What about you falling asleep during the day," he threw against her, "and what about Gregori?"
Lolita rolled her eyes, not understanding the whole point of why he was disagreeing so strongly. "Father let some special clothes be tailored for me. The teachers will receive a note saying that I am not to attend flying classes until the evening. The same goes for Care of Magical creatures and I will come here to get rest if I need any. And as for Gregori," she looked at him, smiling slightly.
Gregori took a bow, raising his head to grin up at Draco, "Say hello to your new Defense against the Dark Arts teacher, boys. We will have a wonderful time together."
If it was impossible for Draco to turn paler than what he already was, then that fact was highly mistaken at that moment. "No," he uttered, wanting this all to be a bad joke of some kind, doubting that they knew how to. "You're pulling my leg, aren't you?"
"I'm sorry, but I do not see myself beneath you tugging your leg to haul you down onto your back," Gregori said in the most sarcastic tone he could manage.
"This is not happening!" he yelled out, wanting it all to be a bad lie, a dream he had while falling asleep again.
"Draco?" Harry touched his arm slightly, not knowing why he did the gesture, but feeling that it would comfort Draco immensely. And so it did. He didn't know what else to do to try and ease the other boy's frustration. Harry met the eyes of Lolita, and seeing her for the first time properly, she very much did take his breath away.
She wasn't much shorter than Harry it seemed, but she definitely did not look like it was possible for her to be related to Draco. Her hair was an even more mysterious black than his, her eyes a vivid blue, all settled against a face that resembled the very spice cinnamon. He then looked over to her right and stared at Gregori. He was tall, muscular, somewhat dirty blonde hair that reminded him of Remus, but his eyes were the piercing gray of a Malfoy. 'A distant cousin,' Harry thought, trying to sort things out in his mind.
"Not distant at all, but almost his uncle," Gregori imposed, frowning slightly as if trying to remember the exact family order.
"Well, now that we have that settled, why don't we go down to breakfast," Dumbledore said, seeming very tired and hungry at the same time.
"How shall we be introduced?" Lolita asked, nervous at the idea of standing in front of a whole crowd. "And what about the sun? It will be impossible for me to stand inside there for no more than five minutes!"
"Don't worry," he said reassuringly. "Look outside, nearly all an overcast today."
"That's a relief," she sighed, leaning lightly against Gregori.
"What about Harry's assassin?" Draco once again held Harry close, making it difficult to breath.
"Lolita will be with him," Gregori answered, seeing that he didn't have an interest in her after all, but a momentary adoration. "You will guide her in her classes today, Harry. And introduce her as your very very distant cousin. Understand?"
The command in his voice made it hard for Harry not to object, but he wouldn't have just the same. He nodded his agreement, his forehead rubbing against Draco's chest causing the other boy to inhale sharply and utter a low moan.
"Draco?" Harry asked in a worried tone.
"Please, my dears," Dumbledore said, ignoring the fact that Gregori could well be his Grandfather if not Great. "Let us commence this conversation another time and go to the great hall for Breakfast."
"But-" Draco started.
"Now." That was the end of the discussion, Dumbledore could take a lot of things, but he refused to allow his stomache to rumble any further for food.
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A/N: How do you guys like that pattern? I was tired and just started pushing buttons accidentally and then the beginning of this showed up so I was all 'cool!' and. . . Well. Yep. Okay, from what I can tell you by looking at my schedule till the end of October or possibly the beginning of November, I will probably be updating every other week. So when you read this, the next chapter will be here in two weeks. * sniff * I want to quit Volleyball, but I don't want to seem as a quitter either. And wish me good luck for becoming secretary for our class. Thanks!
