Far Cry
Rated: Pg-13 to R
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Chapter 12: Soulfire~Delving Deeper
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"Every morning as I wake to another day
I bow my head, hit my knees and begin to pray
I search for answers that I wonder if I'll ever find
Running circles in the mazes deep inside my mind..."
-12 Stones:: Soulfire-
Draco opened the door and entered kicking off his shows; he tossed his keys on the coffee table and slammed the door. He shuffled his way to the couch and collapsed onto it. He was SO tired! Blinking, he rubbed his eyes. His back hurt, his neck hurt... everything hurt. He just wanted to lie down and never get up.
Just as he was about to lean back and close his eyes, he heard footsteps coming down the hall. He didn't have to open his eyes to know who they belonged to. The one and only Raye. He felt her sit on the couch beside him and he leaned over, his head falling in her lap. "Raye Raye.. I'm so sleepy." He yawned and stretched out on the couch. He felt familiar fingers running through his hair and he smiled at that familiar feeling. He yawned and was slowly relaxing and before he knew what was happening he was asleep. Thoughts of his father gone from his mind.
Raye looked down and saw that he was finally asleep. Emphasis on the finally. She knew that he hadn't been sleeping well in the past week, and you could tell from the dark circles under his eyes. They did not go well with his complexion at all. Sighing, she shifted her weight and stood up, wondering if she could drag him to his bed. If he was going to sleep, he was going to sleep in a proper bed. She bent over close to his face, "Draco, stand up. Lets get you to bed, okay? Then you can sleep as long as you want."
"I dun wanna get up... comfy." He murmured.
"Draco, really!" She grabbed his arm and pulled him up. He stood with her and he followed her down to his room. As soon as his knees felt the edge of the bed he fell onto it, instantly falling into a deep slumber. Raye sight as she saw the task that lay in front of her. "Your just going to make this difficult for me aren't you."
She sat on the edge of the bed and started to take his shirt off his slim form. After she had struggled with his dead weight, she tossed the shirt on the floor and began to take his pants off. After she unbuttoned and unzipped them she grabbed the bottom of his pants and pulled them off with less struggle then she had had with his shirt. Finally after she had him stripped to his boxers, she grabbed the dark blue coverlet and covered him up. She almost considered tying him to the bed so that he would have to stay there until he had fully rested, but she discarded the idea when she saw how dead to the world he was at the moment.
Finally, she could get some rest with out worrying about him. He would give her gray hairs before she turned twenty!
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Harry left Saint Mugos and went right to his apartment. He was tempted to go to Draco's but he hadn't actually been to his apartment in almost two weeks. ever since the Pansy problem arose. Not to mention that Hermione was right, he smelled. He hadn't been able to shower in a week, and he wrinkled his nose. He didn't want to see Draco smelling.
Harry shucked his shoes and tossed them next to the door. He actually realized why he even had a bedroom. Its not like he actually slept in the bed. In fact, he hardly EVER used it. It was mostly just he and his trusty couch. Of course he kept his clothes in there... it was used mostly for his dressing room.
Harry walked down the small hallway taking off his heavy black cloak and laid it out on his bed. It was followed by his black leathers and studded belts (which consisted of five. One around his waist and two slung low on his hips), that also held the sword of Godric Gryffindor and Salazar Slytherins Dagger. He unbuckled his leather wrist guards and let them fall to the floor. Last he stripped off his black dragon scaled 'shirt'. Finished undressing he made his way to the shower, to scrub away all the dirt and lingering magic off his person.
Harry felt like he could have stayed in that hot shower for ever, but he had to eventually come out, dressing in only a pair of lose pajama pants he made his way out of the bedroom and to the couch. He hadn't even noticed that he hadn't turned on any lights when he had entered and that he was walking in the dark apartment. He saw the couch and instantly fell on its velvet surface. Grabbing the blanket he kept on the back of the couch, he covered himself up.
But he just couldn't fall asleep. No matter how hard he tried, his mind kept going back to what Hermione had said and the conversation that he was going to have to have with Draco. He assured himself that it was not only for Draco's on good, but the child that rested lye inside of Pansy Parkinson. He shuddered. Things were not going the way he had thought they would go. He had to admit, that at the moment he did not like his job. He turned over on his side stared at the wall in the dark.
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Raye, who had thought that she would be able to go back to sleep, was highly mistaken. She sat on the couch, the lamp and television on. The television was turned down and she was only using it for a little background noise, its not like she was watching it. She was remembering when she and Draco first met. She was setting in a park, decked out in her worst just to piss of the adults that walked by her. She was only 16 then. She had ran away from the orphanage a year ago and caught a plane to England. She had wanted to far away from America. There wasn't anything there for her anyway. Her mind wandered.
She had looked up from where she had been writing in her note pad and saw a tall blonde boy standing in front of her. He was dressed strangely, but she didn't question him. She looked up at him and met his gray eyes and saw much sadness in them, and it worried her. Though she knew that she shouldn't take in strangers, this boy... who looked no older then her, stood there broken and looking as if he had given up on all life. She remembered that he stood there staring at her as if she were the oddest thing he had ever seen. As it was getting darker, she stood up and moved towards him. He didn't even flinch when she walked up to him and as she looked closer, saw the dried blood on his clothes and hands.
She had held out her hand and he had taken it, and without a word spoken she took him back to her place and she repaired his broken spirit.
She sighed as she shifted in her seat. "I feel like there is something that I should remember. Something important, something that happened." There was a tickling at the back of her mind... something tugging at her memories. It felt like there was a wall shielding something very important. The longer she thought about it the more it faded.
"DAMN IT!!" She yelled. It had started to give her a headache and she shuffled towards the kitchen and pulled out a bottle of aspirin. She finally looked over at the clock and decided that it was pointless to head to bed. Maybe she could go over to Frost's later... see her cat that she missed terribly. She stretched on the couch and turned the TV off. Flipping the stereo on, and gazed up at the ceiling waiting for the sun to rise.
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Hermione was not the only one that was tired. Though she tried to hide it, she was the one that had to stay with Pansy almost constantly. Not to mention that she really wanted figure out this mystery, but since Harry had put the silencing charm on the young woman, she didn't have to listen to her ranting to see if she would let in clue drop. No, she was going to go home and spend time with her husband, that is if he didn't have any work to do.
Sighing, she began checking the wards around the room that Pansy was in. Making sure that they weren't tampered with, even though Harry was the one who set the wards. It was strange, how Harry had managed to do so many things that other powerful wizards could not do. It was slightly frightening if you thought about it. Ever since the battle with Voldemort, the increase in Harry's magic was tremendous. Beyond belief. His knowledge of magic also sky rocketed in his classes, it was as if he had gained all the power and knowledge of the dark wizard. She shuddered thinking about.
She had noticed when he would get angry that his eyes would darken, almost to a sickly poisonous green and that made you want to cower in a corner. Harry had managed to become the head of the WSS or Shadow Walkers, as she liked to call them, when he was sixteen. He had been on so many missions and could be gone for months, and yet he still managed to fine time to track down Draco. She just didn't understand, nor would anyone else come to understand Harry.
There was only one word that explained Harry Potter: Unnatural.
After checking the wards she turned on her heel, on last glance at the women in the bed, she left through the doors.
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Ron was standing in the rubble of what once was the Parkinson Mansion. Half of it stood standing, but the rest was nothing but dust, stones and wood. "Something's up here, and I bet it starts with L. Lucius Malfoy. The bastard." Ron kicked at the debris as he walked the perimeter. No one could have survived this attack. It was gruesome. He had even killed the children. He would never forget the way they had found them.
They were all hanging on a tree by their necks, throats cut and blood running down staining every thing that it touched. Not only that, every bone in their body had been broken; a spell used to keep them alive to very last moment.
Ron shuddered. He was going to track down Lucius if it was the last thing he did. He kneeled down on the ground and ran his fingers through the ashes. He stopped. He had felt something, digging deeper he pulled at a doll. He it covered with soot, but he could tell that it had a protective charm on it. He cast a revealing charm. He arched a brow at the powerful spell. Obviously this was no ordinary doll. Standing up, the doll still in his hand he began to scanned the area.
"Weasley! I think we found something!" Sykes, one of his trusted Aurors, called over at him.
Ron jogged over to where the mansion was still intact. "What's up?"
Sykes motioned for him to hush as Bale, Sykes partner, reached towards the wall. "Something's hidden behind this wall." Bale felt his away around the wall until his hand felt and indention. Taking his wand out he whispered a spell and the stonewall seemed to fade away leaving an empty room in its wake…not an empty room. Bale and Sykes stepped back as Ron made his way inside, saying the spell that brought light to his wand he looked at the far corner of the room and immediately went inside. Curled up in a ball was a small blonde little girl.
At first, Ron was afraid that she wasn't breathing, but when he noticed that she was asleep he breathed a sigh of relief. "Looks like we have a survivor! Sykes, get the medi-wizard in her pronto! Bale, come in here with me."
Bale stepped inside and crouched next to Ron. "It looks like its magic induced. She looks no older then five years old. So young."
Ron set down; one knee drew up to his chest, his elbow resting on his knee. "I have a feeling that this is only the beginning. The question is why would Lucius slay his wife's family. Last time I checked, the Parkinson's were loyal to the Malfoy family. This keeps getting more and more confusing the deeper we get into this case."
Sykes was back with the Medi-Wizard who shoed them all away from the girl. He checked her over, his wand scanning her for any injuries. He found none, and Bale was right about the spell-induced sleep. There was also strong protective magic the surrounded the child.
"She must have been very important to have been left alive." Sykes concluded as he stood in the doorway.
"Yes, and I have a feeling that this belongs to her." He pulled out the doll and inspected in closer in the light. He found a name etched on it. 'Lorelei Malfoy' Ron's eyes narrowed. "It appears the we've found the answer to our questions." He handed the doll over to Sykes and Bale and the also looked at the name etched on it. They looked over at Ron and nodded. "This child is placed under our protective custody. No one besides us three, my wife and The Shadow Walker are to know of this. Understood?"
Sykes and Bales eyes widened at the mention of The Shadow Walkers name. Ron turned towards the Medi-Wizard who nodded in understanding. Ron, bringing up his wand performed a memory charm so that he would forget what had happened. Ron picked up the child and wrapping her in his cloak left the site of the Parkinson Slayings.
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Harry, who did not sleep at all, was dressed back in his uniform. The black cloak was so voluptuous that it covered up his whole front if he wanted it to. Setting on the edge of the bed, he began to add more of the leather armor that he had not wore the previous night along with his fingerless gloves, which had silver metal plates on his knuckles. He added an extra belt, a black leather one that had a holster that come down and ties to his leg. He holstered his gun that he normally did not carry, he preferred magic above the muggle way. Instead of the low collard scaled armor from the previous night he wore the high-necked that came a little below his chin.
Moving around a little to test his movement, he found that he could move a lot easier then the previous night. Shrugging into his cloak he walked into the living room and pulled on his boots, stomping his feet, making sure that they were on properly, he latched the many black buckles. "Well guess this time is better then any other time to face him. Might as well get it over with. He apperated our of his apartment straight to Draco's only to fine Raye setting on the couch looking up at him, her eyes going over his attire. She lifted a brow and he only stared blankly at her. "I need to talk to Draco."
"Well as much as I would love to let you go in there and ravish with in a inch of his life, he is currently catching up on a weeks sleep." She had to admit that Draco had excellent taste in men.
Harry sighed and sat down on the couch. He was brooding, his arms crossed over his chest. Raye was itching to reach over and run her hand over the 'shirt' he was wearing.
She was staring.
He noticed but was to busy trying to think of what to do.
"I have a question… that dagger, can you do anything about it?"
Harry's head snapped up. Standing up he walked to the room and glared at it spitefully. "Yea I'll do something about it alright. It's tainted the room; it'll have to be cleansed before it can be used again. I'll have to get Ron to send some of his Aurors… or maybe himself. That would be best. As for the dagger…" Ignoring Draco's previous warnings he walked in scanning the dagger closely. Bringing his hands up to hover around the dagger he felt a small jolt shoot through him like poison. He grimaced and concentrated. He wrapped his hand around the handle and jerked it out of the desk… which immediately disintegrated. Nothing but a pile of ash lay where the desk once stood. "I'm going to be taking this to Hermione and have it sealed in the Mystery Vault at the MoM. I'm also going to seal off this room, so if there's anything that Draco might need I suggest you remove it from this room."
It was an hour later before the room was ready to be sealed off. Raye had dragged out some boxes from somewhere and was packing up the books and various items. She noticed that the dagger that was now held in Harry hand was pulsing with an eerie red glow. Almost the color of blood, she swallowed nervously. Harry turned to look at her, "As of now, this room has never existed. If this ward is tampered with, I will know."
Raye nodded.
"Good, now seeing as I can't speak to Draco for the moment, I'm going to ask you some questions." Harry leaned against the wall the dagger clenched tightly in his fist. "I need to know if Draco has had any previous… partners. Lovers. It is very important to a case that I'm working on."
Raye gave him a skeptical look.
"Pansy."
"Oh…" Raye said as if she finally realized what he was talking about. "I'm sorry Harry but I can't tell you anything, it's for Draco to explain his personal life. I'm not his keeper."
Harry sighed. It seemed he wouldn't get out of talking to Draco about this after all. "I see. Well I have to get to the MoM, tell Draco I stopped by and I'm going to be by later tonight."
Raye waved him off and when she turned around she noticed that Harry was gone.
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Hermione was awake in her empty bed before her alarm went off. An owl came flying into the open bedroom window and dropped the letter in her lap. Rubbing her eyes she picked it up and unrolled the parchment. Another owl followed with the morning delivery of the Daily Profit. Sighing, Hermione threw the blanket off and picked up the letter and paper heading into the kitchen where she made her a cup of coffee.
Hermione scanned the letter and gasped. Looking at the newspaper a picture of the slain bodies of the Parkinson family was on the front page. She was almost sick. She saw her husband kneeling down a doll in his hands and a look of contemplation across his face.
Hermione threw the paper on the counter and got dressed. As soon as she was finished another owl came flying into the window. The parchment was flashing red, and she immediately knew that it was from the hospital. The only thing she could think of was that Pansy had awoke and found out about her family. Hermione was gone from her house in a loud CRACK.
When she had arrived she had expected to see her wrestling against the restraints and screaming bloody murder. What she found was the complete opposite. She had asked the medi-wizards and witches if they had sedated her but they all answered no. Hermione walked carefully up to the woman, her face was pale, her blonde hair lay limp around her shoulders, and her face stained with dry tear tracks. Hermione pulled up a chair carefully towards the women who didn't even make a movement to tell that she was noticed. Hermione spoke to her.
"Pansy?"
Pansy turned her head to Hermione. "My baby is gone."
Hermione looked at her, "What baby? It hasn't even been born yet." She said, trying to humor the women.
Pansy laughed bitterly, "This isn't my child, mudblood. My baby, my little girl is DEAD! Get that through you THICK HEAD!"
Hermione gasped, "Lorelei! She's you little girl?"
Pansy glared at her, " What do you know about my baby?"
"That she's alive and safe from Lucius. I heard that when a wife of a Malfoy bores a female heir in their first pregnancy that they kill the child. How did you manage to keep her a secret from him?" Hermione was very curious.
"When our children are born, the husband is not allowed to witness the birthing. I had trusted Medi-witches from my own family there. When the child was born they took her away from me and told Lucius that the child was dead. He demanded to see the body so they took a child from another family and murdered her. I didn't care, as long as my baby was safe. When Lucius was away I visited her constantly. I stayed there most of the time, but when I found out that he was back I didn't have much of a choice, I had to get him an heir, and if it was Draco's baby so be it. I didn't care that it wasn't mine; I thought I would never see my little girl alive again. I don't even want to do this anymore. It's slowly killing me; I thought that it wouldn't matter. As long as I gave him what he wanted, that I would die happy. Despite what you think, I do love him, but not at the cost of my child's life." Pansy clenched the bed sheets in her hands and fresh tears spilled from her eyes. "All an act … I did all this for him and he goes and kills my family, almost murders my baby…" She clenched her teeth.
Hermione stared at the women in front of her. She didn't understand what she was hearing. Did she not want the child that she was carrying? She looked Pansy straight in the eye, "I will let you see your girl IF you tell me who the real mother is of this child…"
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Harry apparated inside the MoM heading straight for Ron's office. The dagger was blazing bright red and he could feel it trying to suck the life out of him, but he commanded it not to. It didn't like to listen, it was thirsty for life but Harry didn't give it even a taste. His fist was closing tighter and tighter around it as if trying to choke it.
He walked straight into Ron who carrying a sleeping girl in his arms. He looked at the child and then back at Ron, eyebrow raised. Ron glared and motioned with his head to follow him. Harry obliged and followed Ron. When they were inside of the Auror Head Quarters and safely inside of his office, Ron laid the small girl on a couch that he had transfigured. "I'm guessing you heard about the slayings last night?"
Harry scratched the back of his head, "No.. I haven't heard anything. I went from my home to Draco's to here. I haven't heard anything, what happened?"
"The whole entire Parkinson Family was slaughtered last night." Ron through the paper on his desk, which Harry picked up, with his left hand. He raises a brow, "Pretty gruesome. I'm guessing Lucius? What was he looking for?"
Ron looked at the small girl resting on the couch. "She's a Malfoy. I though all the first born Malfoy females where killed at birth, "Ron growled, "but she was hidden away in a secret room of what was left of the Parkinson Mansion. She had a variety of protection spells placed on her and items that also had protections spells; as well as a cloaking spell."
"So this is Draco's sister then? I'm guessing that Pansy is finding out about the news and Hermione is going to have a hand full. Listen I need to get this put into the department of mysteries right now and have it warded." He motioned at the dagger in his right hand.
"Bloody Hell Harry! What The Fuck Were You Thinking?! Way… never mind. Just get that damned thing out of here before it does something bad!" Ron was glaring at the dagger in his hand. It just grew brighter as if angry at Ron for saying things about it.
"Its like it has a mind of its own… it's a strange dagger. I've been arguing with ever since I pulled the bloody thing out of Draco's desk." Harry was gone as he said that.
A few moments later he was back, the dagger secure in a warded room for it to sulk. "Strange dagger, that one. It was highly annoying. Its sulking now, I don't understand the damn thing. Anyway, what's up with the girl?" Harry asked as she sat down beside her, brushing the blonde hair out of her face.
"Not much, she woke up a while ago but went back to sleep. I don't even think she remembers much of what happened. I'm glad at that. Poor thing. Malfoy or not, no child should have to witness that."
Harry agreed. "So what are you going to do with her?"
"Keep her here until I hear from Hermione. She going to have to call this one, it's out of my hands. Then only think I can do is protecting her. She will either go up for adoption, go to her mother… or to Draco. There aren't many choices here, you know."
Harry nodded his head in agreement, "not much choice…"
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Draco had woken up around lunch. He had to literally kick Raye out of the house because she wouldn't stop fussing about him. He had yelled at her to go visit Frost and get laid instead of taking it out on him. She had stuck her tongue out at him and he had slammed the door in her face.
"Finally… I can think. I love her, but right now I need to be alone. Well not alone…" Draco picked up his phone a dialed Harry's number. It rang five times before there was an answer.
"Hello, Potter speaking."
"Hey Potter! WHERE THE BLOODY HELL ARE YOU?" Draco yelled in the phone. He heard Ron in the back ground laughing and Harry telling him to shut up before Harry cursed Ron.
"Well I came by earlier but Raye wouldn't let me talk to you. She said that I wasn't aloud to ravish you with in a inch of you life until you were well rested." Harry said playfully.
"Well I just kicked her out, feel free to come and ravish me with in an inch of my life any time you feel like it."
"I'll keep that in mind… so how does 8:00 tonight sound?" Harry asked.
"Oh, is this a date? I pick the place! Besides, I really need to get away, even if it is only for a few hours. Not to mention that I really need to talk to you." Draco sighed, as he leaned against the couch.
"Yea… I have something that I need to talk to you about also. So I'll see you then… where we going by the way?"
"Inferno, as in dress in your sexiest clothes because we're going clubbing tonight." With that, Draco hung up the phone yawning. He stood up and made his way back to his bedroom falling face first into the mattress. He fell back asleep.
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Harry clicked off his phone, "well that was interesting and to the point. Guess I'm going clubbing tonight. I'm going to talk to him about Pansy and the little girl tonight. Among other things… so if you see Hermione tell her I'll talk to her as soon as I can." Harry vanished, leaving Ron, once again, cursing his stealth.
TBC!~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
So how was this? Wasn't it what you wanted? I hope so.. I had so much planned for this chapter, but I decided to break it up. So ill post the next up as soon as possible, ya? Don't forget to review and thanks to all those who have been following my story. It means a lot to me!
Oh, and if anyone wants to start sending in Baby names, that would be awesome! Should it be a boy or a girl? And WHO is the actual mother? Hnm.
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Rated: Pg-13 to R
THIS IS SLASH! IF YOU DONT LIKE IT THEN CLICK THE BACK BUTTON NOW!
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters associated with Harry Potter. I do own the plot, and Haze and Frost and Raye though! The lyrics, I also do not own!
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Dot...STAR!! Pyramid! WOO!
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Chapter 12: Soulfire~Delving Deeper
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"Every morning as I wake to another day
I bow my head, hit my knees and begin to pray
I search for answers that I wonder if I'll ever find
Running circles in the mazes deep inside my mind..."
-12 Stones:: Soulfire-
Draco opened the door and entered kicking off his shows; he tossed his keys on the coffee table and slammed the door. He shuffled his way to the couch and collapsed onto it. He was SO tired! Blinking, he rubbed his eyes. His back hurt, his neck hurt... everything hurt. He just wanted to lie down and never get up.
Just as he was about to lean back and close his eyes, he heard footsteps coming down the hall. He didn't have to open his eyes to know who they belonged to. The one and only Raye. He felt her sit on the couch beside him and he leaned over, his head falling in her lap. "Raye Raye.. I'm so sleepy." He yawned and stretched out on the couch. He felt familiar fingers running through his hair and he smiled at that familiar feeling. He yawned and was slowly relaxing and before he knew what was happening he was asleep. Thoughts of his father gone from his mind.
Raye looked down and saw that he was finally asleep. Emphasis on the finally. She knew that he hadn't been sleeping well in the past week, and you could tell from the dark circles under his eyes. They did not go well with his complexion at all. Sighing, she shifted her weight and stood up, wondering if she could drag him to his bed. If he was going to sleep, he was going to sleep in a proper bed. She bent over close to his face, "Draco, stand up. Lets get you to bed, okay? Then you can sleep as long as you want."
"I dun wanna get up... comfy." He murmured.
"Draco, really!" She grabbed his arm and pulled him up. He stood with her and he followed her down to his room. As soon as his knees felt the edge of the bed he fell onto it, instantly falling into a deep slumber. Raye sight as she saw the task that lay in front of her. "Your just going to make this difficult for me aren't you."
She sat on the edge of the bed and started to take his shirt off his slim form. After she had struggled with his dead weight, she tossed the shirt on the floor and began to take his pants off. After she unbuttoned and unzipped them she grabbed the bottom of his pants and pulled them off with less struggle then she had had with his shirt. Finally after she had him stripped to his boxers, she grabbed the dark blue coverlet and covered him up. She almost considered tying him to the bed so that he would have to stay there until he had fully rested, but she discarded the idea when she saw how dead to the world he was at the moment.
Finally, she could get some rest with out worrying about him. He would give her gray hairs before she turned twenty!
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Harry left Saint Mugos and went right to his apartment. He was tempted to go to Draco's but he hadn't actually been to his apartment in almost two weeks. ever since the Pansy problem arose. Not to mention that Hermione was right, he smelled. He hadn't been able to shower in a week, and he wrinkled his nose. He didn't want to see Draco smelling.
Harry shucked his shoes and tossed them next to the door. He actually realized why he even had a bedroom. Its not like he actually slept in the bed. In fact, he hardly EVER used it. It was mostly just he and his trusty couch. Of course he kept his clothes in there... it was used mostly for his dressing room.
Harry walked down the small hallway taking off his heavy black cloak and laid it out on his bed. It was followed by his black leathers and studded belts (which consisted of five. One around his waist and two slung low on his hips), that also held the sword of Godric Gryffindor and Salazar Slytherins Dagger. He unbuckled his leather wrist guards and let them fall to the floor. Last he stripped off his black dragon scaled 'shirt'. Finished undressing he made his way to the shower, to scrub away all the dirt and lingering magic off his person.
Harry felt like he could have stayed in that hot shower for ever, but he had to eventually come out, dressing in only a pair of lose pajama pants he made his way out of the bedroom and to the couch. He hadn't even noticed that he hadn't turned on any lights when he had entered and that he was walking in the dark apartment. He saw the couch and instantly fell on its velvet surface. Grabbing the blanket he kept on the back of the couch, he covered himself up.
But he just couldn't fall asleep. No matter how hard he tried, his mind kept going back to what Hermione had said and the conversation that he was going to have to have with Draco. He assured himself that it was not only for Draco's on good, but the child that rested lye inside of Pansy Parkinson. He shuddered. Things were not going the way he had thought they would go. He had to admit, that at the moment he did not like his job. He turned over on his side stared at the wall in the dark.
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Raye, who had thought that she would be able to go back to sleep, was highly mistaken. She sat on the couch, the lamp and television on. The television was turned down and she was only using it for a little background noise, its not like she was watching it. She was remembering when she and Draco first met. She was setting in a park, decked out in her worst just to piss of the adults that walked by her. She was only 16 then. She had ran away from the orphanage a year ago and caught a plane to England. She had wanted to far away from America. There wasn't anything there for her anyway. Her mind wandered.
She had looked up from where she had been writing in her note pad and saw a tall blonde boy standing in front of her. He was dressed strangely, but she didn't question him. She looked up at him and met his gray eyes and saw much sadness in them, and it worried her. Though she knew that she shouldn't take in strangers, this boy... who looked no older then her, stood there broken and looking as if he had given up on all life. She remembered that he stood there staring at her as if she were the oddest thing he had ever seen. As it was getting darker, she stood up and moved towards him. He didn't even flinch when she walked up to him and as she looked closer, saw the dried blood on his clothes and hands.
She had held out her hand and he had taken it, and without a word spoken she took him back to her place and she repaired his broken spirit.
She sighed as she shifted in her seat. "I feel like there is something that I should remember. Something important, something that happened." There was a tickling at the back of her mind... something tugging at her memories. It felt like there was a wall shielding something very important. The longer she thought about it the more it faded.
"DAMN IT!!" She yelled. It had started to give her a headache and she shuffled towards the kitchen and pulled out a bottle of aspirin. She finally looked over at the clock and decided that it was pointless to head to bed. Maybe she could go over to Frost's later... see her cat that she missed terribly. She stretched on the couch and turned the TV off. Flipping the stereo on, and gazed up at the ceiling waiting for the sun to rise.
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Hermione was not the only one that was tired. Though she tried to hide it, she was the one that had to stay with Pansy almost constantly. Not to mention that she really wanted figure out this mystery, but since Harry had put the silencing charm on the young woman, she didn't have to listen to her ranting to see if she would let in clue drop. No, she was going to go home and spend time with her husband, that is if he didn't have any work to do.
Sighing, she began checking the wards around the room that Pansy was in. Making sure that they weren't tampered with, even though Harry was the one who set the wards. It was strange, how Harry had managed to do so many things that other powerful wizards could not do. It was slightly frightening if you thought about it. Ever since the battle with Voldemort, the increase in Harry's magic was tremendous. Beyond belief. His knowledge of magic also sky rocketed in his classes, it was as if he had gained all the power and knowledge of the dark wizard. She shuddered thinking about.
She had noticed when he would get angry that his eyes would darken, almost to a sickly poisonous green and that made you want to cower in a corner. Harry had managed to become the head of the WSS or Shadow Walkers, as she liked to call them, when he was sixteen. He had been on so many missions and could be gone for months, and yet he still managed to fine time to track down Draco. She just didn't understand, nor would anyone else come to understand Harry.
There was only one word that explained Harry Potter: Unnatural.
After checking the wards she turned on her heel, on last glance at the women in the bed, she left through the doors.
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Ron was standing in the rubble of what once was the Parkinson Mansion. Half of it stood standing, but the rest was nothing but dust, stones and wood. "Something's up here, and I bet it starts with L. Lucius Malfoy. The bastard." Ron kicked at the debris as he walked the perimeter. No one could have survived this attack. It was gruesome. He had even killed the children. He would never forget the way they had found them.
They were all hanging on a tree by their necks, throats cut and blood running down staining every thing that it touched. Not only that, every bone in their body had been broken; a spell used to keep them alive to very last moment.
Ron shuddered. He was going to track down Lucius if it was the last thing he did. He kneeled down on the ground and ran his fingers through the ashes. He stopped. He had felt something, digging deeper he pulled at a doll. He it covered with soot, but he could tell that it had a protective charm on it. He cast a revealing charm. He arched a brow at the powerful spell. Obviously this was no ordinary doll. Standing up, the doll still in his hand he began to scanned the area.
"Weasley! I think we found something!" Sykes, one of his trusted Aurors, called over at him.
Ron jogged over to where the mansion was still intact. "What's up?"
Sykes motioned for him to hush as Bale, Sykes partner, reached towards the wall. "Something's hidden behind this wall." Bale felt his away around the wall until his hand felt and indention. Taking his wand out he whispered a spell and the stonewall seemed to fade away leaving an empty room in its wake…not an empty room. Bale and Sykes stepped back as Ron made his way inside, saying the spell that brought light to his wand he looked at the far corner of the room and immediately went inside. Curled up in a ball was a small blonde little girl.
At first, Ron was afraid that she wasn't breathing, but when he noticed that she was asleep he breathed a sigh of relief. "Looks like we have a survivor! Sykes, get the medi-wizard in her pronto! Bale, come in here with me."
Bale stepped inside and crouched next to Ron. "It looks like its magic induced. She looks no older then five years old. So young."
Ron set down; one knee drew up to his chest, his elbow resting on his knee. "I have a feeling that this is only the beginning. The question is why would Lucius slay his wife's family. Last time I checked, the Parkinson's were loyal to the Malfoy family. This keeps getting more and more confusing the deeper we get into this case."
Sykes was back with the Medi-Wizard who shoed them all away from the girl. He checked her over, his wand scanning her for any injuries. He found none, and Bale was right about the spell-induced sleep. There was also strong protective magic the surrounded the child.
"She must have been very important to have been left alive." Sykes concluded as he stood in the doorway.
"Yes, and I have a feeling that this belongs to her." He pulled out the doll and inspected in closer in the light. He found a name etched on it. 'Lorelei Malfoy' Ron's eyes narrowed. "It appears the we've found the answer to our questions." He handed the doll over to Sykes and Bale and the also looked at the name etched on it. They looked over at Ron and nodded. "This child is placed under our protective custody. No one besides us three, my wife and The Shadow Walker are to know of this. Understood?"
Sykes and Bales eyes widened at the mention of The Shadow Walkers name. Ron turned towards the Medi-Wizard who nodded in understanding. Ron, bringing up his wand performed a memory charm so that he would forget what had happened. Ron picked up the child and wrapping her in his cloak left the site of the Parkinson Slayings.
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Harry, who did not sleep at all, was dressed back in his uniform. The black cloak was so voluptuous that it covered up his whole front if he wanted it to. Setting on the edge of the bed, he began to add more of the leather armor that he had not wore the previous night along with his fingerless gloves, which had silver metal plates on his knuckles. He added an extra belt, a black leather one that had a holster that come down and ties to his leg. He holstered his gun that he normally did not carry, he preferred magic above the muggle way. Instead of the low collard scaled armor from the previous night he wore the high-necked that came a little below his chin.
Moving around a little to test his movement, he found that he could move a lot easier then the previous night. Shrugging into his cloak he walked into the living room and pulled on his boots, stomping his feet, making sure that they were on properly, he latched the many black buckles. "Well guess this time is better then any other time to face him. Might as well get it over with. He apperated our of his apartment straight to Draco's only to fine Raye setting on the couch looking up at him, her eyes going over his attire. She lifted a brow and he only stared blankly at her. "I need to talk to Draco."
"Well as much as I would love to let you go in there and ravish with in a inch of his life, he is currently catching up on a weeks sleep." She had to admit that Draco had excellent taste in men.
Harry sighed and sat down on the couch. He was brooding, his arms crossed over his chest. Raye was itching to reach over and run her hand over the 'shirt' he was wearing.
She was staring.
He noticed but was to busy trying to think of what to do.
"I have a question… that dagger, can you do anything about it?"
Harry's head snapped up. Standing up he walked to the room and glared at it spitefully. "Yea I'll do something about it alright. It's tainted the room; it'll have to be cleansed before it can be used again. I'll have to get Ron to send some of his Aurors… or maybe himself. That would be best. As for the dagger…" Ignoring Draco's previous warnings he walked in scanning the dagger closely. Bringing his hands up to hover around the dagger he felt a small jolt shoot through him like poison. He grimaced and concentrated. He wrapped his hand around the handle and jerked it out of the desk… which immediately disintegrated. Nothing but a pile of ash lay where the desk once stood. "I'm going to be taking this to Hermione and have it sealed in the Mystery Vault at the MoM. I'm also going to seal off this room, so if there's anything that Draco might need I suggest you remove it from this room."
It was an hour later before the room was ready to be sealed off. Raye had dragged out some boxes from somewhere and was packing up the books and various items. She noticed that the dagger that was now held in Harry hand was pulsing with an eerie red glow. Almost the color of blood, she swallowed nervously. Harry turned to look at her, "As of now, this room has never existed. If this ward is tampered with, I will know."
Raye nodded.
"Good, now seeing as I can't speak to Draco for the moment, I'm going to ask you some questions." Harry leaned against the wall the dagger clenched tightly in his fist. "I need to know if Draco has had any previous… partners. Lovers. It is very important to a case that I'm working on."
Raye gave him a skeptical look.
"Pansy."
"Oh…" Raye said as if she finally realized what he was talking about. "I'm sorry Harry but I can't tell you anything, it's for Draco to explain his personal life. I'm not his keeper."
Harry sighed. It seemed he wouldn't get out of talking to Draco about this after all. "I see. Well I have to get to the MoM, tell Draco I stopped by and I'm going to be by later tonight."
Raye waved him off and when she turned around she noticed that Harry was gone.
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Hermione was awake in her empty bed before her alarm went off. An owl came flying into the open bedroom window and dropped the letter in her lap. Rubbing her eyes she picked it up and unrolled the parchment. Another owl followed with the morning delivery of the Daily Profit. Sighing, Hermione threw the blanket off and picked up the letter and paper heading into the kitchen where she made her a cup of coffee.
Hermione scanned the letter and gasped. Looking at the newspaper a picture of the slain bodies of the Parkinson family was on the front page. She was almost sick. She saw her husband kneeling down a doll in his hands and a look of contemplation across his face.
Hermione threw the paper on the counter and got dressed. As soon as she was finished another owl came flying into the window. The parchment was flashing red, and she immediately knew that it was from the hospital. The only thing she could think of was that Pansy had awoke and found out about her family. Hermione was gone from her house in a loud CRACK.
When she had arrived she had expected to see her wrestling against the restraints and screaming bloody murder. What she found was the complete opposite. She had asked the medi-wizards and witches if they had sedated her but they all answered no. Hermione walked carefully up to the woman, her face was pale, her blonde hair lay limp around her shoulders, and her face stained with dry tear tracks. Hermione pulled up a chair carefully towards the women who didn't even make a movement to tell that she was noticed. Hermione spoke to her.
"Pansy?"
Pansy turned her head to Hermione. "My baby is gone."
Hermione looked at her, "What baby? It hasn't even been born yet." She said, trying to humor the women.
Pansy laughed bitterly, "This isn't my child, mudblood. My baby, my little girl is DEAD! Get that through you THICK HEAD!"
Hermione gasped, "Lorelei! She's you little girl?"
Pansy glared at her, " What do you know about my baby?"
"That she's alive and safe from Lucius. I heard that when a wife of a Malfoy bores a female heir in their first pregnancy that they kill the child. How did you manage to keep her a secret from him?" Hermione was very curious.
"When our children are born, the husband is not allowed to witness the birthing. I had trusted Medi-witches from my own family there. When the child was born they took her away from me and told Lucius that the child was dead. He demanded to see the body so they took a child from another family and murdered her. I didn't care, as long as my baby was safe. When Lucius was away I visited her constantly. I stayed there most of the time, but when I found out that he was back I didn't have much of a choice, I had to get him an heir, and if it was Draco's baby so be it. I didn't care that it wasn't mine; I thought I would never see my little girl alive again. I don't even want to do this anymore. It's slowly killing me; I thought that it wouldn't matter. As long as I gave him what he wanted, that I would die happy. Despite what you think, I do love him, but not at the cost of my child's life." Pansy clenched the bed sheets in her hands and fresh tears spilled from her eyes. "All an act … I did all this for him and he goes and kills my family, almost murders my baby…" She clenched her teeth.
Hermione stared at the women in front of her. She didn't understand what she was hearing. Did she not want the child that she was carrying? She looked Pansy straight in the eye, "I will let you see your girl IF you tell me who the real mother is of this child…"
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Harry apparated inside the MoM heading straight for Ron's office. The dagger was blazing bright red and he could feel it trying to suck the life out of him, but he commanded it not to. It didn't like to listen, it was thirsty for life but Harry didn't give it even a taste. His fist was closing tighter and tighter around it as if trying to choke it.
He walked straight into Ron who carrying a sleeping girl in his arms. He looked at the child and then back at Ron, eyebrow raised. Ron glared and motioned with his head to follow him. Harry obliged and followed Ron. When they were inside of the Auror Head Quarters and safely inside of his office, Ron laid the small girl on a couch that he had transfigured. "I'm guessing you heard about the slayings last night?"
Harry scratched the back of his head, "No.. I haven't heard anything. I went from my home to Draco's to here. I haven't heard anything, what happened?"
"The whole entire Parkinson Family was slaughtered last night." Ron through the paper on his desk, which Harry picked up, with his left hand. He raises a brow, "Pretty gruesome. I'm guessing Lucius? What was he looking for?"
Ron looked at the small girl resting on the couch. "She's a Malfoy. I though all the first born Malfoy females where killed at birth, "Ron growled, "but she was hidden away in a secret room of what was left of the Parkinson Mansion. She had a variety of protection spells placed on her and items that also had protections spells; as well as a cloaking spell."
"So this is Draco's sister then? I'm guessing that Pansy is finding out about the news and Hermione is going to have a hand full. Listen I need to get this put into the department of mysteries right now and have it warded." He motioned at the dagger in his right hand.
"Bloody Hell Harry! What The Fuck Were You Thinking?! Way… never mind. Just get that damned thing out of here before it does something bad!" Ron was glaring at the dagger in his hand. It just grew brighter as if angry at Ron for saying things about it.
"Its like it has a mind of its own… it's a strange dagger. I've been arguing with ever since I pulled the bloody thing out of Draco's desk." Harry was gone as he said that.
A few moments later he was back, the dagger secure in a warded room for it to sulk. "Strange dagger, that one. It was highly annoying. Its sulking now, I don't understand the damn thing. Anyway, what's up with the girl?" Harry asked as she sat down beside her, brushing the blonde hair out of her face.
"Not much, she woke up a while ago but went back to sleep. I don't even think she remembers much of what happened. I'm glad at that. Poor thing. Malfoy or not, no child should have to witness that."
Harry agreed. "So what are you going to do with her?"
"Keep her here until I hear from Hermione. She going to have to call this one, it's out of my hands. Then only think I can do is protecting her. She will either go up for adoption, go to her mother… or to Draco. There aren't many choices here, you know."
Harry nodded his head in agreement, "not much choice…"
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Draco had woken up around lunch. He had to literally kick Raye out of the house because she wouldn't stop fussing about him. He had yelled at her to go visit Frost and get laid instead of taking it out on him. She had stuck her tongue out at him and he had slammed the door in her face.
"Finally… I can think. I love her, but right now I need to be alone. Well not alone…" Draco picked up his phone a dialed Harry's number. It rang five times before there was an answer.
"Hello, Potter speaking."
"Hey Potter! WHERE THE BLOODY HELL ARE YOU?" Draco yelled in the phone. He heard Ron in the back ground laughing and Harry telling him to shut up before Harry cursed Ron.
"Well I came by earlier but Raye wouldn't let me talk to you. She said that I wasn't aloud to ravish you with in a inch of you life until you were well rested." Harry said playfully.
"Well I just kicked her out, feel free to come and ravish me with in an inch of my life any time you feel like it."
"I'll keep that in mind… so how does 8:00 tonight sound?" Harry asked.
"Oh, is this a date? I pick the place! Besides, I really need to get away, even if it is only for a few hours. Not to mention that I really need to talk to you." Draco sighed, as he leaned against the couch.
"Yea… I have something that I need to talk to you about also. So I'll see you then… where we going by the way?"
"Inferno, as in dress in your sexiest clothes because we're going clubbing tonight." With that, Draco hung up the phone yawning. He stood up and made his way back to his bedroom falling face first into the mattress. He fell back asleep.
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Harry clicked off his phone, "well that was interesting and to the point. Guess I'm going clubbing tonight. I'm going to talk to him about Pansy and the little girl tonight. Among other things… so if you see Hermione tell her I'll talk to her as soon as I can." Harry vanished, leaving Ron, once again, cursing his stealth.
TBC!~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
So how was this? Wasn't it what you wanted? I hope so.. I had so much planned for this chapter, but I decided to break it up. So ill post the next up as soon as possible, ya? Don't forget to review and thanks to all those who have been following my story. It means a lot to me!
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