A/N: Here is the re-edited version of chapter 3! I hope you enjoy it. I'm trying to make my chapters as long as possible, but still have stuff to write about, you know?
A shoutout to Slashwhores: Thank you mucho for notifiying me that this chapter had incorrect information. I made sure to correct that little necklace bit. I'm glad you like my story!
Another note: Fourth chapter is up and coming! I had started it months ago, actually, but i never had the chance to work on it. I think i have an idea of where i want it to go though, so no worries! Ah yes, another thing, Sirius is NOT NOT NOT dead! I am in denial, and drowning. --;
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The Dragon, The Rose, and the Lion Chapter 3: Dragon Descending
Draco Malfoy woke up with a start. He sat up, his face wet with sweat. He panted heavily, and he clutched a hand over his heart.
It was that same bloody dream again. That dream about . . . Evie, and the day she left. That day that Draco sold his soul to the devil known as Lucius Malfoy. Draco rubbed his forehead; sweat dripping off his hands in beads.
He groaned, and fell back onto his bed. It had been six years since he'd last seen Evelyn, since he sent her away. He still had her rose necklace. He reached under his pajama shirt, and brought it out into the open. He never took it off, even in the shower. It was a symbol of their unity, their remembrance of each other. Many times, though, he had to hide it underneath his clothing so his father or friends would not see it.
Draco scowled, and threw off the covers. He just got home two days ago. Events that happened on the Hogwarts Express trailed through his mind. Draco flushed with fury. How dare Potter and his pathetic friends make a fool out of me! He thought to himself. Getting up from his bed, he dragged his feet to his bathroom. He really needed a shower.
Draco turned on the hot water, and waited for it to steam up before stripping and stepping into the hot water. He sighed, and began to wash himself.
Soon his mind trailed to other events. Lucius was sent to Azkaban, thanks to Potter. Draco supposed he ought to be a bit grateful towards Potter, seeing as how his life will be much nicer without his dearest 'Daddy' around.
Draco frowned. There was a problem with that. Even though Lucius wanted Draco to become a death eater, he wanted to at least wait until Draco graduated from Hogwarts. With Lucius not here, Voldemort would no doubt try and "convince" Draco to join his band of Death Eaters. Bad news for Draco.
He shivered, even though the water was hot. Voldemort and his father, Lucius, seem to have a more close relationship than Voldemort has with the other death eaters. It's disgusting, really.
"Damnit, there's a bloody death eater meeting today." Muttered Draco angrily. He hated attending them, but what could he do? He had to do what his father said or his sister would die. Lucius didn't know the exact location of where Evelyn was staying, but if he used his necklace and placed a tracing spell upon it, then he could find her quite easily.
Draco turned off the water, and grabbed a towel. He wrapped it around his waist, and walked into his room. He hated walking on the cold ground. The house always had a chilled air to it, even in the hottest of summer days.
Draco quickly dried off, and got dressed in simple black robes. He had to admit, he did look good in black. After he was dressed, he strode out of his room, and headed towards his mother's room.
Once he arrived, he knocked on the door, and he heard his mother call out, "Come in!" He opened the door, and looked at his mother. Contrary to public belief, his mother was really quite the sweetheart. She was too gentle and kind to be mean. She was known to be quite the actress at Hogwarts.
"Mother." He said, the ends of his mouth quirking up. "Draco, come over here and sit next to me." His mother said, patting the couch. He walked over, and plopped down. He leaned over, and placed his head upon her lap. Besides Evie, their mother was the only person who had that calming affect on Draco.
Narcissa sighed, and massaged Draco's head, "You have another meeting today, don't you?" she murmured. Draco frowned; it was a tough subject for both of them. As much as Draco hated to admit it, Lucius did have a terrible affect on him, and so did the death eater meetings. "Yes, I do. Merlin, mother, I detest them."
"I know, my son, I know, but you must do what you can to survive."
Draco sat up, "Even if it means becoming a bloody death eater?" he shouted, running a hand through his messy hair.
Narcissa glared at him, "Don't swear. It doesn't become you. And no, I don't mean become a death eater. Just . . . humor Voldemort and your father."
Draco snorted, and shook his head. "Do you really think that Voldemort will try and break father out?"
Narcissa chuckled harshly, "Of course. Voldemort will not allow his only lover to be stuck in Azkaban." Narcissa knew about Voldemort and Lucius's affair for quite a while now. Draco took his mother's hand in his own, "I'm sorry mum."
"Don't be, its not like you are the one who's screwing Voldemort."
Draco raised an eyebrow, "Screwing, eh mum? What was that you said to me about swearing or use of vulgar language?" Narcissa tinted pink, and huffed. Draco exhaled deeply, and said, "Mum, I've got to go to the meeting now. I love you." He kissed his mother on her cheek, and walked out the door. Narcissa smiled softly, and whispered, "I'm sorry, Draco, you have to go through all this. I wish I could take away your pain, but I cannot. I'm so sorry."
Draco, of course, did not hear any of what his mother said. He was most nervous about attending the meeting. He walked to the fireplace, and gathered some floo powder. He yelled out the secret lair name (i cant tell you what it is, though, because its a secret. Durrh!), and stepped into the raging green fire.
No matter how many times Draco has traveled by floo powder, he is still quite clumsy when stepping out of the fire. He stumbled, and almost tripped, but managed to keep his balance.
Draco looked around before putting up his hood. He wasn't allowed to wear a mask yet, thank Merlin. He had to be a deatheater first, which he was most definintely NOT. Draco walked into the room where Voldemort's throne was, and stood near the entrance. He hated looking at that disgusting creature, so he tried not to as much as possible.
He did not walk up to Voldemort's hems, like every other death eater in the room did, and kiss them. He merely sneered at the sight. He refused to bow down to anybody but, well, nobody. He could blame that on his father. Ever since he was young, his father had instilled the 'Malfoy Pride' in both him and his sister. It was a powerful, yet dangerous master.
Voldemort looked up, and noticed a cloaked figure in the very back of the room leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. His eyes narrowed, and he saw that it was the young Malfoy who dared not bow.
He saw that the young Malfoy looked up, and their eyes connected. Voldemort saw a flicker of fear flash in those eyes before going blank again. Those beautiful, silver eyes, just like Lucius's. He smirked, soon, very soon, he told himself.
Draco frowned. He felt somebody's eyes on him. He slowly looked up, and connected eyes with Voldemort himself. He found himself staring into his eyes. He had red eyes, and they were clouded with . . . something . . . lust. Draco shivered, and felt a spark of fear in the back of his mind. He willed his mind to be void of emtion, and instead dropped his gaze, and simply looked at the ground instead.
Voldemort would let him not bowing slide, for now, at least. He had to discuss important matters with the young Malfoy anyways. He would do so after the meeting.
The meeting droned on. Draco grew quite bored. He didn't really care about the conversation, since it had nothing to do with him.
"Master, forgive me! It was that Potter boy!" Screaming a familiar voice.
Draco's head perked up, and he saw a woman with black hair kneeling in front of Voldemort, weeping and screaming. He thought she looked familiar, but who...then it hit him. Bellatrix Lestrange, his mother's mental sister. Draco observed as Voldemort hit Bellatrix with cruciatus. That made him raise an eyebrow curiously. What could she have possibly done to feel the painful wrath of her master? As far as he knew, Bellatrix and her husband Rudolphus were high on Voldemorts list. Draco overhead something about a lost prophecy and Potter ruining all their plans.
Voldemort switched subjects after releasing his anger unto his pitiful slaves. Now they were making plans about how to get Lucius out of Azkaban.
Draco sneered, Of course, he thought bitterly to himself; Voldemort will want his fuck buddy back in his bed soon as possible. He listened carefully for a little while, but since he was so far back, he could not hear much. Voldemort was more angry than usual tonight, and would continually throw out curses at anybody who even dared breath wrong in his presence.
Finally, the meeting was over. Draco turned to leave when he heard Voldemort's voice call out, "Stay behind, Young Mr. Malfoy. We have business to discuss."
Draco frowned, but nodded, and stepped to the side to let the others pass him. Business? What kind of business did they have to discuss? Draco reached out a hand to close the doors, but they closed automatically. Draco jumped back a little at the loud, unexpected bang they made.
"Come to me, Draco." Said Voldemort. Nagini was on the ground beside him, her tongue flickering in and out of her mouth.
Draco walked hesitantly towards Voldemort, and said, "Yes, my lord?"
Voldemort waved him over and said, "Come closer to me, and take off your hood."
Draco did as he said, a little bit unnerved. He stood there uncomfortable as Voldemort's eyes slowly inspected him. "You do know, Draco, that when you are eighteen you will be initiated into my band of Death Eaters. Have you ever considered joining earlier?"
Draco gulped, he was afraid of this; that Voldemort would try and force Draco to join earlier than planned. Honestly, Draco didn't want to join at all, but it wasn't like he had much of a choice. Draco shifted his feet, and said, "Well, my lord, of course I wish to join, but I, um, don't believe . . . that it is, erm, wise! Yes, wise for me to join while I'm still at Hogwarts. Dumbledore might become suspicious."
Voldemort considered this carefully. He nodded, and said, "Yes, you are correct. It would not be wise. You are very smart, Dragon."
Draco struggled to supress the frown that wanted to creep onto his face. He took a silent deep breath, and made his mind blank as paper, "Thank you, my lord."
Voldemort's eyes shifted over Draco, and he said in a hushed voice, "You look so much like Lucius, the resemblance is almost uncanny." He stood up, and walked the short distance to Draco.
Draco's eyes widened when Voldemort stopped in front of him. He was taller than he had expected. A lot taller than Draco. Draco was rather short for his age, being only five foot six and a half, but still, Voldemort towered over him! He had to have been over six feet. Draco looked up at him, deliberately not making eye contact. He didn't think he could stand looking into those lusty red eyes.
Voldemort lifted his hand, and cupped Draco's cheek in his hand. Draco was stunned; he couldn't move a muscle. What is he doing? Thought Draco frantically. Is he- is he trying to hit on me?? The thought bewildered and terrified him.
Voldemort brought up his other hand, and ran it down the side of Draco's face, "Yesss," he said, "so much like Lucius. You both have the same stance, the same face, the same eyes, same hair." He leaned in, and put his mouth next to Draco's ear. He inhaled deeply, "You even smell the same as Lucius."
Draco felt sick to his stomach. He badly wanted to run out of there and throw up. He dare's to compare me to my father! Good lord! He's smelling me! Bloody hell, why must i be such a coward? I should stop him! But he might kill me if i do! Gods... Draco closed his eyes, and took in a deep breath.
"You know, Dragon, I could give you everything you desire, if you join me. Power, riches, even love." Whispered Voldemort. Draco's eyes widened, and his breath caught in his throat. He didn't like the sound of that one bit.
Voldemort could sense Draco's fear rolling off him in waves, although his face showed nothing. He smirked, and slowly brought his head away so that it was right in front of Draco's. "Think about it." He said lustily, his hot breath hitting Draco's face, sending shivers down Draco's spine. He released Draco slowly, watching his reaction.
Draco stumbled back, his mind briming with relief for being let go. He paused, and then turned around. He would have run right then and there, but he couldn't let Voldemort know he was afraid.
Draco opened the doors, and exited the room. He walked for about a minute before breaking into a sprint towards the fireplace. He grabbed a handful of floo powder, and shouted, "Malfoy Manor!" and stepped into the green flames.
He flew out of the flames, and fell to the ground. For the longest time, he just lay there, breathing heavily. Never before had he been in a situation where he was completely powerless. It scared him. He scolded himself for being afraid. True Malfoy's feared nothing, his father always told him.
Draco got up, and wiped the sweat off of his brow. He straightened up his robes, and put on a stone face. Nobody would have to suspect a thing. Besides, he was not weak, he could handle this all on his own . . . or at least he hoped he could.
(Just a note, all the French is from a translator. Sorry to anybody who speaks French if anything is incorrect. What can I say, yo hablo espanol en mi escuela! I'll have translations next to the French in parenthesis though, so no worries!)
Meanwhile, somewhere in France, a beautiful girl with hair so blond it looked white was sitting at her desk, staring out her bedroom window. Her eyes sparkled silver, and her mouth had on a playful quirk. She groaned, got up from her desk, and threw herself upon her bed.
She sighed, and inhaled the scent of musty quilts. Today was a sort of interesting day for her. Today was the day after her school got out, and yet, today was the day she was separated from the only person she truly cared about.
She propped herself up onto her elbows, and reached inside her shirt, grabbing her blood marble necklace. She had given her brother her own blood necklace six years ago on this very day. She hoped he still had hers.
"Evelyn!" a French accented voice cried from downstairs, "Heure pour le dîner!" (Time for dinner!) Evelyn jumped off her bed, calling, "Oui, ayez lieu vers le bas dans une minute!" (Yes, be down in a minute!) She quickly stuffed her necklace under her shirt, and ran downstairs.
All during dinner, her mind traveled back to that same day six years ago when she was separated from Dragon. It was such a terrible day, especially for her. She had no time to react. The thought of her own father attempting to kill her brought tears to her eyes every time she thought about it.
She never even got to say a proper goodbye to her Dragon. He sent her off to live with their mother's cousins in France. That's why they all are speaking French. Plus, Dragon and her had to learn French at really young ages. She was no doubt fluent enough to get by.
She ate her dinner quickly, and excused herself from the table. Evelyn was planning on getting together with some of her schoolmates the day after tomorrow. Ever since she had arrived, Evelyn had tried to live a normal life, well, as normal as a witch could live a life. She ran upstairs, and began to write a letter to her friend, Helena. Helena was like her own psychiatrist, because she was very wise for her years. Evelyn always talked to Helena about her problems, and her feelings, and visions.
Helena
Evelyn
(Translation: Helena - What are you doing over summer break? If you go anywhere, get me something! I wanted to talk to you about something. Lately, i've been having strange dreams about somebody. I think it might be Draco, since he looks so much like me. I haven't seen him in years, but i still miss him. Honestly, i'm a bit scared for him. I feel as though something bad is going to happen, but i dont know what. I'm at a loss of what to do. Have any suggestions? Lets hope that whatever i'm seeing will not come to pass. I've got to go. Love you lots)
Evelyn sent off the letter with her owl, Dragon. She then curled up with one of her favorite school books which was, surprisingly enough, a defense against the arts book. Don't get her wrong, she loved Potions too, but there was just something about Defense against the dark arts that got her blood running.
Before she knew it, it was past eleven o'clock. Her mouth dropped open, and she wondered how the time had passed by so quickly.
She quickly got undressed, and into her silk pajamas. She clambered into bed, and yelled, "Bonne Nuit!!" (Good night)
That night, though, she had a strange dream. In her dream, there was a large roaring fire. The fire and smoke blinded her. She couldn't find a way out. She saw in the middle of the fire, though, a young man with blond hair and silver eyes. He was on a bed, his wrists and ankles in chains.She blushed when she saw that he was stark naked. A large snake had encircled him, covering his groin. When she walked forward, the snake hissed, and bit into his neck. The young man whimpered, crying out softly. He slowly opened his eyes, and she gasped. They were crimson red. The snake finally released his neck, and red blood trailed down his chest in two lines. He started to fall to the ground, the bed disappearing along with the snake.. Evelyn screamed, and fell to her knees in front of him to catch him. He fell into her arms, and turned into nothing more than dust. She stared in horror at the dust covering her when cruel laughter surrounded her, and hissed, "You are too late, Evelyn Malfoy, he is already mine." She covered her ears, and screamed.
Gasping, Evelyn woke up in a start. She breathed in and out of her mouth heavily. That dream had felt so real. It terrified her.
She whimpered, and placed a hand over her eyes. Could that young man possibly have been her dearest Dragon? She didn't know what he looked like. She only had pictures of him from six years ago. Wait a minute, She thought, her eyes wide. The snake called him Dragon. Draco in latin means Dragon! Oh god, I hope it wasn't! I hope Its some terrible coincidence!
Evelyn bit her bottom lip, and wrapped her arms around her torso. She hadn't seen Dragon in six years, and yet, she could still feel his arms around her, holding her closely, comforting her. She sniffed, and a tear dropped down her cheek.
"Oh Dragon, even after all these years, I still miss you. When will I see you again? I pray that time will come soon!" she whispered in a hushed voice.
She lay back down onto her bed, staring at the ceiling. Sleep did eventually come to her, thankfully dreamless. The dream, however, was not forgotten.
End of Chapter 3
A/N: Okay! This chapter is finally redone! I hope you enjoy reading the minimal changes i made. Please comment, and tell me if i make any stupid gramatical or spelling mistakes. I am open to comments and criticism. If you feel the need to flame me, please do! Nothing makes me happier than reading your flames and laughing my ass off at the sheer stupidity of them! :D heh heh
I'll try and finish the next chapter soon as possible. I'm not really supposed to be on the computer at the moment, but i dont really care. Hopefully i wont get caught! Can't write if i'm grounded, right?
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