A/N Sorry this is so short. But it's straight to the point.
Dementorchic - thanks for reading and reviewing. Everyone has had their powers revealed. Lily is more capable that anyone thought.
Brandon - funny. Anyway. I guess thanks for reading.
Lolua - remember the War Torn Warrior. Yeah the warrior was split in two. Thus twins. And Lily's ability to heal changed over time. There is a price for everything. And I would never do something so evil as to have Lucius be present in a dream. Well the offness is gone for the most part. Which is good. I was feeling less than worthy there for a while. Hope this make you squeal and worry too.
Draco-lover59- so glad you read and reviewed. Thank you. I hope you keep reading. Tell me what you think. (flattery is wonderful…) but constructive criticism is fine too.
Thanks for reading.
(Draco)
It took to much effort to continue fighting so I sank down a bit more and began to listen to the voice whispering around me. Bit of thoughts, phrases, angry feelings brushed over me. It seemed the monster's thoughts were disjointed and incoherent. There was a sense of power and a desire to kill but everything was confused.
This bothered me, Voldemort was a great strategist, but there was no strategy. And suddenly I understood. The creature within me was not fully formed, it could think and control my body, but it had not fully come into it's potential. If I had a body I would have smiled. If he was not fully capable, I could change things.
As the force for the first spell built I reached out and took control just slightly, changing the words. A killing curse became a stunner and without the proper intent became nothing more than a bomb of energy. My body took several blows that knocked me back, but something was keeping them from working properly. I diffused several more spells, though sometimes I wasn't able to move fast enough and damage was done. I prayed I could keep up enough strength to continue.
I heard screams and a few terrified shouts, an animal wail that told me someone had caught a crucio. Frantically I worked at stopping the spells, but tendrils of memory were latching themselves on to me, draining my energy. I struggled and tried to pull myself higher in the darkness, but still they dragged me down.
It would be so easy to slip away into nothing. To let the memories have me and forget what was going on around me. I could live forever in the moment my son was born or drift through his first step and his smile. My strength seemed to leave me and I was slowly flowing away.
I didn't need to worry, everything would be fine. My son was perfect and my wife was alive. If I tried I could hear her calling. She was waiting for me somewhere and I needed to get to her. They lied and told me she was dead when I could see for myself that she was living. Her shadow fell on me and I reached out to take hold of her. Then I heard something else.
"No!" My son said defiantly.
I flinched and tried to pull away from the vision.
"No!" The boy said again.
His face came to my thoughts and I saw him standing over the body of a girl. Part of me wanted to shove him out of the way and kill her, but another part of me stopped and stared.
"Please, Father. No." He begged.
I felt my wand arm slowly fall and was suddenly in excruciating pain. The creature within me wailed and I slipped into the black of my mind. There was pain and anger. Everywhere. I struggled to keep myself aware, but a memory caught me.
I was walking. There were trees around me, leaves turning golden and falling to the ground. Somewhere I heard a voice call my name. The leaves continued to fall around me, crunching underfoot. My son laughed a baby laugh and I felt him grab hold of my pant leg with his little baby hands. Looking down he smiled up at me and laughed again, grey eyes glinting in the fading sunlight.
"He's still a little wobbly but he's catching on." Pansy said bending down and lifting him into her arms.
"Pansy? Is this…did this…" I couldn't finish.
"Watch him." She said and gently set the boy back on the ground.
He wavered for a moment and took a few steps before falling backwards and landing on his diaper covered bottom. I laughed.
"He's smart, just like his daddy." She whispered and kissed my cheek.
I stared at her and watched as she stood Bane back on his feet and let him wander a little further away. She glanced back and smiled.
"Pansy. I don't understand." I called and hurried to catch up to them.
Calmly she took my left arm and lifted the sleeve to show me the bare skin beneath.
"You are not a Death Eater."
"No. I'm not."
"So stop pretending."
"What?"
I looked past her to my little son. He has stopped to pick up one of the golden leaves and inspect it closer, touching the veins with his chubby fingers and finally shoving the whole thing into his mouth. Pansy laughed as he made a face and tried to get the bad tasting pieces off his tongue.
"He needs you."
"I'm right here." I said and took a step towards him.
"Does he know that?"
"Was this real?" I asked looking to her.
She smiled and shook her head, "You know you can't stay."
"But I want to remember this."
She smiled and called my name quietly to herself.
"Draco."
I nodded and reached for her.
"Draco." She said a little louder.
"I'm here."
"Draco." She called again.
The leaves fell between us and I could no longer see her.
"Draco." The voice had changed.
"Wait."
"Draco."
I blinked my eyes open and found a pair of brilliant green ones staring back at me.
"Draco." The girl said.
I nodded a little in response.
"Bane he's back."
I felt his arms wrap around me and his face press against my cheek. One of us was crying. Weakly I tried to hold him, to show that I loved him, but my body refused to obey.
"Are you okay?" He asked very quietly.
"I will be." I answered and closed my eyes against the setting sun.
I heard the others moving around me, trying to decide what to do. Someone wanted to leave me, another wanted to kill me. After a time I ceased to listen and tried rest. There was a strangeness about my flesh, almost as if I didn't fit right. Perhaps without Voldemort it never would be the same.
"Try to rest." A small voice said and I once again found myself staring into Lily Potter's eyes.
"What did you do?" I managed.
"You were hiding. I called for you."
"No, what did you do inside me? Something is different."
"There was a hole, so I filled it."
She smiled at me and turned away. I closed my eyes again. There in the darkness behind my eyelids I thought I saw something green. Something glowing. A piece of her forever embedded within me.
Dementorchic - thanks for reading and reviewing. Everyone has had their powers revealed. Lily is more capable that anyone thought.
Brandon - funny. Anyway. I guess thanks for reading.
Lolua - remember the War Torn Warrior. Yeah the warrior was split in two. Thus twins. And Lily's ability to heal changed over time. There is a price for everything. And I would never do something so evil as to have Lucius be present in a dream. Well the offness is gone for the most part. Which is good. I was feeling less than worthy there for a while. Hope this make you squeal and worry too.
Draco-lover59- so glad you read and reviewed. Thank you. I hope you keep reading. Tell me what you think. (flattery is wonderful…) but constructive criticism is fine too.
Thanks for reading.
(Draco)
It took to much effort to continue fighting so I sank down a bit more and began to listen to the voice whispering around me. Bit of thoughts, phrases, angry feelings brushed over me. It seemed the monster's thoughts were disjointed and incoherent. There was a sense of power and a desire to kill but everything was confused.
This bothered me, Voldemort was a great strategist, but there was no strategy. And suddenly I understood. The creature within me was not fully formed, it could think and control my body, but it had not fully come into it's potential. If I had a body I would have smiled. If he was not fully capable, I could change things.
As the force for the first spell built I reached out and took control just slightly, changing the words. A killing curse became a stunner and without the proper intent became nothing more than a bomb of energy. My body took several blows that knocked me back, but something was keeping them from working properly. I diffused several more spells, though sometimes I wasn't able to move fast enough and damage was done. I prayed I could keep up enough strength to continue.
I heard screams and a few terrified shouts, an animal wail that told me someone had caught a crucio. Frantically I worked at stopping the spells, but tendrils of memory were latching themselves on to me, draining my energy. I struggled and tried to pull myself higher in the darkness, but still they dragged me down.
It would be so easy to slip away into nothing. To let the memories have me and forget what was going on around me. I could live forever in the moment my son was born or drift through his first step and his smile. My strength seemed to leave me and I was slowly flowing away.
I didn't need to worry, everything would be fine. My son was perfect and my wife was alive. If I tried I could hear her calling. She was waiting for me somewhere and I needed to get to her. They lied and told me she was dead when I could see for myself that she was living. Her shadow fell on me and I reached out to take hold of her. Then I heard something else.
"No!" My son said defiantly.
I flinched and tried to pull away from the vision.
"No!" The boy said again.
His face came to my thoughts and I saw him standing over the body of a girl. Part of me wanted to shove him out of the way and kill her, but another part of me stopped and stared.
"Please, Father. No." He begged.
I felt my wand arm slowly fall and was suddenly in excruciating pain. The creature within me wailed and I slipped into the black of my mind. There was pain and anger. Everywhere. I struggled to keep myself aware, but a memory caught me.
I was walking. There were trees around me, leaves turning golden and falling to the ground. Somewhere I heard a voice call my name. The leaves continued to fall around me, crunching underfoot. My son laughed a baby laugh and I felt him grab hold of my pant leg with his little baby hands. Looking down he smiled up at me and laughed again, grey eyes glinting in the fading sunlight.
"He's still a little wobbly but he's catching on." Pansy said bending down and lifting him into her arms.
"Pansy? Is this…did this…" I couldn't finish.
"Watch him." She said and gently set the boy back on the ground.
He wavered for a moment and took a few steps before falling backwards and landing on his diaper covered bottom. I laughed.
"He's smart, just like his daddy." She whispered and kissed my cheek.
I stared at her and watched as she stood Bane back on his feet and let him wander a little further away. She glanced back and smiled.
"Pansy. I don't understand." I called and hurried to catch up to them.
Calmly she took my left arm and lifted the sleeve to show me the bare skin beneath.
"You are not a Death Eater."
"No. I'm not."
"So stop pretending."
"What?"
I looked past her to my little son. He has stopped to pick up one of the golden leaves and inspect it closer, touching the veins with his chubby fingers and finally shoving the whole thing into his mouth. Pansy laughed as he made a face and tried to get the bad tasting pieces off his tongue.
"He needs you."
"I'm right here." I said and took a step towards him.
"Does he know that?"
"Was this real?" I asked looking to her.
She smiled and shook her head, "You know you can't stay."
"But I want to remember this."
She smiled and called my name quietly to herself.
"Draco."
I nodded and reached for her.
"Draco." She said a little louder.
"I'm here."
"Draco." She called again.
The leaves fell between us and I could no longer see her.
"Draco." The voice had changed.
"Wait."
"Draco."
I blinked my eyes open and found a pair of brilliant green ones staring back at me.
"Draco." The girl said.
I nodded a little in response.
"Bane he's back."
I felt his arms wrap around me and his face press against my cheek. One of us was crying. Weakly I tried to hold him, to show that I loved him, but my body refused to obey.
"Are you okay?" He asked very quietly.
"I will be." I answered and closed my eyes against the setting sun.
I heard the others moving around me, trying to decide what to do. Someone wanted to leave me, another wanted to kill me. After a time I ceased to listen and tried rest. There was a strangeness about my flesh, almost as if I didn't fit right. Perhaps without Voldemort it never would be the same.
"Try to rest." A small voice said and I once again found myself staring into Lily Potter's eyes.
"What did you do?" I managed.
"You were hiding. I called for you."
"No, what did you do inside me? Something is different."
"There was a hole, so I filled it."
She smiled at me and turned away. I closed my eyes again. There in the darkness behind my eyelids I thought I saw something green. Something glowing. A piece of her forever embedded within me.