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Key:
An, prophesy, poetry, letter.
Draco thought
Harry thought
Normal
~~~ = scene/POV change.
Enjoy!
Chapter 14
Draco gulped down the vile concoction and fell asleep.
In his dream, he was walking down a dark stone corridor. Draco wasn't afraid because it reminded him of the vast cavernous tunnels under Malfoy Mansion. The corridor opened out into what looked like a glade in the middle of a forest. In the middle of the glade was a pedestal. And on that pedestal was…
"Harry!!!" Draco ran to the pedestal to see if Harry was ok. He was lying peacefully on his back. He didn't wake. "Are you ok?" and "Wake up you Idiot!" both exited the blonde boy's mouth. But still, he didn't wake.
Draco looked around for any signs of life. He heard a faint melody to the right, it sounded like panpipes. He walked through thick bushes following the enchanting tune. He reached the edge of the shrubbery and Draco was met by a very strange sight…
A large snake with a piccolo in his mouth was swaying to his own song. In front of him were 7 baskets. One by one people emerged to the beat of the melody. They were dressed in black robes and wore Death Eater masks. They got out of the baskets and walked into the snake's mouth which managed to eat them while continuing to play. Last of them came a tall man with long white-blonde hair. Father! He walked slowly, as if limping. The snake waited impatiently and seeing no acceleration on the man's part, disappeared taking the song with it. The man limped to the stone the snake was on seconds before. He sat down and wept. As he removed his mask, Draco saw that it wasn't his father, but himself.
He heard shrieks and shouts in the direction where Harry was. Draco left the sobbing version of himself and ran back to be greeted by thousands of robed adults cheering on the large snake as he slowly ingested Harry. The snake was at his knees working up. "NO!!!" Draco pushed his way to the front of the now jeering crowd.
The snake turned, "So, you want a front seat at your lover's death; how very noble of you!" he hissed a laugh which was echoed by the crowd. Draco tried to pull Harry out of the snake's mouth, but he was just too heavy to budge. Suddenly he opened his eyes. Silver met green, and Draco knew what to do. His heart breaking, he stepped down and watched as the snake ate Harry, not once leaving Harry's serene eyes, not even to blink. The snake finished and laughed, "Delicious, I should have tried to do that earlier!"
He rose from the plinth and slithered towards Draco. Fire blazed in Draco's eyes, and a hatred he had never known himself to possess surfaced. Draco spat into the snake's eye. The snake, paralysed in shock, stood still. A thundering din broke out from behind the platform. A herd of unicorns erupted from the trees and stampeded the snake and its followers. Draco gazed at the trampled men and smiled; there was a baby unicorn standing among the mangled corpses, golden coat glistening in the light. He trotted over to Draco and inclined his head. Draco stroked the soft fur of its nose. It whinnied and walked off.
It was then when Draco woke up sweaty and puzzled.
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Do I really care for him? I saw him there and I watched him die. His eyes, they called to me, consoled me… he was eaten by evil and he asked me to stay away.
Stupid!!! Why was he being so stupid? I don't want him to die… Why don't I want him to die? Why am I so troubled? What was the bloody 'divine' message? That I would cry at loosing the chance of being fooled? I dance to my own tune! I don't cry; Malfoy's never cry. Some damn wisdom!
Draco sat on his armchair with his perplexed head in his hands. After hitting his head several times with his arithmancy textbook (Maths Can Be Fun, by Calculi Bonaticus) he decided that he still didn't know the answer, and promptly cradled his hurt head. Thankfully, it wasn't bruising, so Draco wouldn't have to hide from everyone all day. He opened his throbbing eyes to glance at his timetable for the day. I hate Tuesdays. He had woken up around 6am, so Draco knew that he would be alone for at least another half an hour. (Slytherins were early risers in general, with the whole 'seize the day' thing) Draco went to his private bathroom, (another privilege of being Snape's favourite) and ran the bath. As the bath was filling, Draco zapped himself with an effective headache removal spell. It worked like a charm. He got into the now full and vanilla scented bath. I always loved vanilla… It was warm and relaxing, and soon Draco was nodding off again in the aromatic water.
He woke up an hour later to alarms going off in the main room. What the? He got out quickly and put on a dressing gown, the same one Harry had yanked off him a few nights ago. Draco smirked at the memory of Harry's flushed face, but hastened to see what the racket was about in his dorm room. He raced up the stairs which materialised with each step. He waited on the last step watching his room intently. Someone was rooting through his things. He was in a hurry, and wasn't doing a great job at finding whatever he was looking for. He looked up at Draco, as if he could see him, (which he couldn't, because separating them was a magical one way glass.) He ran, but not before Draco realised just who was there, it was Peter Pettigrew…
Draco ran out and looked to see if anything was missing. Not that there would be though, as apart from his clothes, all of Draco's possessions were in his room downstairs. Doubtlessly, he had been there on orders, as a reconnaissance agent perhaps. Draco didn't care; he just wanted anything which that slimy rat had touched to be sterilised in every form possible. He dressed himself in navy Armani (you thought they only did Muggle supplies? Hell no!) And walked to breakfast, only accosted by three people, who were quickly dispersed by Goyle and Crabbe. Morons, but, they do their job. Draco shook them off as he sat down and they plodded off to sit next to some other goons.
As soon as Draco walked in, Blaise left the group he was sitting in and proudly walked towards Draco, who inclined his head in acceptance. He sat next to Draco and began to cheerfully pass on all the gossip until a withering glare from Draco told him wordlessly to shut up. "You're cheerful this morning," observed Blaise dryly.
"It is definitely turning out to be an absolutely wonderful day!" Said Draco sarcastically with mock enthusiasm.
"Don't be like that, Drake, look on the bright side, no Divination!"
"I was named after a dragon, not a duck, please cease to call me that."
"If you say so."
"I did and unless you are telepathic, you wouldn't have known."
"Stop being so ratty; just because you had a bad dream doesn't mean you can take it out on me."
"But when you offer yourself so willingly as a punch bag?"
"Hmph." Blaise lost his smile for a minute but just when Draco thought he could eat in peace; his grin reappeared like a Cheshire Cat. "I know something about you which no one else knows!" he sang in an infuriating tone of voice which would have made anyone other than a fully trained Malfoy hit him.
"Pray tell." Draco raised an eyebrow, ready to receive some rubbish created in malice or jealously.
Blaise leaned in closer, looking to see if anyone was looking at them. Conspicuous much? "Something about you and a particular other person we both know and love."
"What mindless nonsense have you picked up from the floor this time?" asked Draco, tired of his antics.
"Not the floor, my good friend, but the walls, and a certain wall."
"I am not your friend. Which wall?"
"One with a certain picture on it…"
"And this would be?"
"Of a snake."
"And he told you, what? As far as I know, you are not parseltongue."
"I know, only one person in this school is."
"That being…"
"That being… Harry Potter."
"And this involves me how?" asked Draco, using his training to its advantages.
"Because you are blonde and have pale features, thus qualifying you with 'albino' status."
"Albino? Are you comparing me to a rodent, Zabini?" despite his practice, Draco felt angry at this, how could he know about that?
"No, not me, the snake was." answered Blaise hastily.
"And you know this, because?"
"Because, no one alive speaks parseltongue, but the Bloody Baron does, and you know how close we are…"
Draco did know; he got most of his inter-school relations gossip off Blaise, and the only way they knew about to infiltrate the staff room was through the ghost. Blaise repaid him by holding various parties for the ghosts and paying the cost. This only happened annually though, and the Zabini family weren't that badly off, so this wasn't a bad deal. "What did the snake say." Asked Draco, wondering just how soon he would send the creature to the hell Harry told him about on the third floor.
"Something about a Parseltongue first wanting to worship the Lord, and then wanting to vanquish him."
"And I come in where?"
"The part which he said that the 'fork tongue' had a pet albino which he restrained so that he could talk to him." answered Blaise gleefully.
"How much?" Draco asked grudgingly.
"Oh no, this is too big to simply buy, Draco, this should be public knowledge!"
"Don't they deserve an exclusive?" asked Draco, intentions shrouded in diplomacy.
"Yes they do!"
"Good, I'll give you one before Trans." Draco led Blaise off into a nearby classroom.
"Go on then, your turn to spill!"
"One word, Zabini" said Draco clearly, taking his wand out, "Obliviate!"
Draco walked out of the room observed by a confused Blaise wondering how he got into an empty storeroom. He staggered away to his first lesson forgetting all about the fact that Draco was in the room as well, and brandishing a wand…