Disclaimer: I own about as much of Harry Potter as I do the moon.
Crappery: Sorry about the wait, the past week's been really hectic. Don't expect another update for another week or so. Also, there are about ten more chapters in this story! I thought I should just let you all know. Also, I'm gonna be alternating the spacing cause some people have said they like this spacing and others the one in the previous.
valentines-hater: I know...but after such a long chapter...
Monikka DaLuver: I'm glad you did!
Arya Raven: Thanks.
The Punk Rock Goddess: Haha...-snorts- Ya, let's hope you're gonna go with him! Three years? DUDE, that's a long time...
Alcapacien: Perhaps...But probably not.
YamiClara: You didn't? Oh well, you'll understand later.
LosOjosDeLaVida: Thanks!
Kelei: I know! Don't say a bloody word!
Angryclouds: DEATH RITUAL! –giggles- I may have to incorporate that somehow...
mir: Er...I don't want to have Felton...
Tigoamy: Well, I can't go anymore. He doesn't go to the boy's school so we can't go. Which SUCKS! Haha...That would be funny.
Mojo the Rock Chick Munchkin: I've heard that it was good, but my sister hated it and 'lost' the book. Once I read it, I'll consider!
Alianora of Toure-en-Marsh: I know...That thing may not be updated until we have some break time.
Queen of the Insects: I know! Err...cause that was a typo once and I liked it!
littoxkigga: Course I know that! And I really like that name, despite what that person did. Aww...I hope you feel better!
NitenGale: Oh sorry...
Thanks for all the reviews! Blessed Be my darklings!
Chapter Thirteen
Golden Eyes
Several days passed since the eventful one below ground, and Mia found herself falling into a regular routine. She would awake and travel
towards Druid Hall. Once there, she would pick up Draco, an occasionally Harry and Ron who seemed to be spending a lot of time wandering about on
their own, and then they would walk around the city or speak with important people. Towards the end of their second week in Atlantis, Mia began to
grow impatient. She was sitting beside Draco in the very same café they visited often, killing time until she had to meet with the Council. Every few
seconds she would start tapping her fingernails against the wood of the table, and his hand would shoot up and press hers flat. After this happened
several times, he let out an aggravated groan.
"What the hell is going on? I haven't seen you this anxious since I saw you before the O.W.L.S."
"I want to go home. Do you have any idea how much we've missed?"
"We've been gone about a fortnight...So not all that much. What's got your knickers in a twist?"
"I am missing school!"
"We've covered that, but that can't be what's got you acting like this."
"But it is!"
"I have a hard time believing that."
"Why do you always have to look for some ulterior meaning in what I say? I am being utterly truthful!"
"No you aren't, you are very clearly lying."
"Merlin Draco, why won't you listen? I am not lying!"
"Course you aren't...Just like the only thing you're worried about is that you're missing school!"
"That is the only thing I'm worried about, just leave it alone! I'm sorry I ever answered you stupid question."
Silence reigned superior for several minutes until she turned amber eyes up to him. She took a hand that had been drumming on the table, and gently
touched his shoulder with it.
"I'm sorry for snapping at you. I'm also wondering why Harry and Ron are spending so much time away from me. It's not like them...Have they told
you where there going at any point during the last two weeks?"
Draco's pale cheeks suddenly coloured deeply, his grey hues downcast. He mumbled incoherently into the drink that appeared in his hand, trying to
avoid answering her.
"Please don't mumble, have they told you where they are going?"
"Yes..." He muttered.
"Then where are they going?"
He took a deep breath. "Potter has been wandering off into the old, darker part of town and dragging Weasley with him."
"What?" She squawked. "I thought I told him not to stray far! He's not supposed to go there! What if he gets himself killed? Oh Merlin, I don't want to
think about that!"
"Stop worrying!" He laughed. "Potter can handle himself."
"Oh my God...Is Draco Malfoy actually standing up for Harry Potter? I do believe my world is coming to an end." So quickly the mood was lifted into
something lighter and jovial.
"I guess I am." He said simply, coming upon the realization alongside her.
His arm slid around her shoulders and she nuzzled into side, time slowly trickling through aged fingers.
Slowly it became time for them to leave the restaurant and when they appeared before a large, roughly hewn building Mia let out a soft sigh.
"I don't really want to talk to these people. Kirra seemed to be terrified that something would happen to me if I set foot inside of this building. But I
need to see the records of this island. At least, I hope they have some sort of recorded history. It'll help us on the project in History of Magic..."
"Are you always thinking about school, Mia?"
She looked at him snootily and grabbed his hand. "I'm not going in alone. I plan on sacrificing you if they try anything."
"Why thank you, shows how much you care."
"Yep!" She said cheerfully, her apprehensive tone disappearing for a moment.
He simply smiled and shook his head, squeezing her hand a little. The walked inside and immediately a man wearing a Romanesque toga ran into
them. He looked at them with squinty, watery blue eyes and then let out a bellow.
"What are you doing here?" He hollered.
She instinctively drew closer to Draco's side, forgetting for a moment the symbol around her neck and the dress that she wore.
"What is she doing here?"
"Don't talk to her like that! Can't you tell who she is?"
"I know damn well who she is supposed to be, but that does not mean I have to believe it. This is not a place for dreamy walks; this is a place of
important business and goings on! Leave!" He growled, he sounded exactly like a certain snarky professor.
Mia snapped out of her maze of fear, her brows narrowing slightly. She pulled out of Draco's hold and took a slight step forward, her hands resting on
her hips.
"Do not boss me around." She snapped. "And we aren't here for a 'dreamy walk' as you put it. I am here to see the records of Atlantis."
He sniffed at her. "Do not speak to a member of the Council in such a flippant manner. Why would you want to see those?"
She smiled sweetly, her cinnamon hues sparkling with rude amusement. "I don't think a member of the Council should be speaking to like that,
especially considering that I can get the druids and priestesses to take you down without lifting my pinkie." Her voice was deeply menacing.
The man opened his mouth to protest, but something in her eyes deterred him, He gave his head a brief, sharp nod and motioned for them to follow
him
"As you wish, but if you become lost, I am not coming back for you."
"Fine."
She slipped her hand back into Draco's and the two of them hurriedly followed the stout man, dodging people as they went. He led them on a wild
running chase through the packed hallways so crowded it was impossible to find any distinct markings on the walls, or even take in any details of
the people. After they had been running for several minutes, they were charged by a room with an open door, the world seemed to slow down like ever
modicum of time had clumped together and was trying to get through a piece of very fine netting. The room behind the door was saturated with the
soft, earthy glow of candles, and a relatively large ring of the small wax columns went all the way around the room, some of them resting right
against the walls. The inside of the glowing ring was a small chair with a young child perched upon it. The little girl hair the colour of the flames
around her and her clothing seemed almost too perfect for one as young as her. A pristine dress the same shade as rich, forest moss made her look
about the age of five. The child's face was calm and for a split second their eyes met, Liquid gold surrounded her thoughts and for a single moment
she saw clearer than she ever had...then it was gone.
Draco gave her hand a little jerk as she started to slow down. "Don't stop now Mia, we'll get lost."
"But..."
"No buts, we have to keep moving."
"But what about..."
"What ever you saw, we'll talk about later. Just keep your arse moving."
She grew silent and trotted beside him, her mind churning furiously. Something was not right.
When the man stopped his mad dash, he turned around and fixed a cool stare on the two of them.
"I will leave you here. It is up to you to find your way back."
He then disappeared into a group of people coming towards them. Mia looked up at Draco, a strange experession on her face.
"Do you get the feeling that something's going on? Something they really don't want us to know about?"
"It's hard not too. What was that thing you saw?"
"Let's go in, it'll be easier to cast wards within a more enclosed space."
She nodded and the two entered the room before them, shutting the door tightly once they had passed. After several spells were set up to keep any
eavesdroppers away, she sat down on the floor, silently looking at the mass of dusty books shoved messily into crowded slots.
"It's going to take forever to find anything here..."
"I agree." He was waiting.
"I'm not sure how to explain it. It was like time slowed down enough so it didn't seem like it was passing anymore. I looked into a room and saw a ring
of candles, their lights flickering against the walls. Inside of the circle was a little girl with true red hair. She was sitting on a little chair and was
wearing a perfect green dress. She looked right at me and the moment out eyes met, I saw something that frightened me." She quieted down.
Draco gently touched her hand. "It's okay; you don't have to tell me."
"No...You should know as well. The island was in shambles. There was so much death and pain, so many people..." Her eyes were distant. "But, above
the isle there was a gorgeous white light that made all the hurt go away." She sighed quietly. "It doesn't seem bad, but it was terrible."
His arms slipped around her shoulders and he hugged her tightly. She pressed her face into the crook of his neck, her hands resting lightly on his
biceps.
"Everything will be okay. We'll get out of here before this place is destroyed. I promise."
She cuddled up against him, her body shifting so she was sitting in his lap. He held her tighter and she ran her fingers through his hair, hoping that
the hope his words inspired was not false.
"We should start working; this is going to take a while."
He nodded and unraveled his arms from around her, releasing her. She got up to her feet and walked over to a bookshelf; she selected the first dusty
scroll and started to work.
Hmm...Ya, just review.
Your Lord and Master;
Foamy the Squirrel