Chapter 12: Sudden Departure
A/n: Omg, I love you guys!!! Thank you so much for reviewing!!! It means so much to me. You can not believe how mad I was earlier when I learned the internet was down. The winds here have been horrible!!! It was up to 90 mph on Christmas and ended up tearing a roof of the commissary compressor room, and slammed it into the Gym, and made a huge 10 by 20 hole in the ceiling!!!!! We keep thinking we're going to lose power; town's been losing theirs off and on since Friday! Anyway, I guess that's what we get to living in Alaska, which I think is what god created to duplicate hell. Lol. J/k!!! Its soooooo icy too… have you guys heard about the tsunamis that hit Asia?!?!?! And how the quake could of altered the earth's rotation?!? Crazy stuff happening all over, but have no fear! I will continue this story through rain and snow, sun and Tsunami's, Hurricanes and tornadoes, thick and thin…okay enough about that.
BONK3RS : gosh, Honolulu was so wonderful. I loved going down there to shop! Hey, I just recently had a friend move down there. He's…9th grade I think. Names Tavion. Sound familiar?? Short kid. Skater, punk. Anyway, I loved shopping at Ala Moana and pearl ridge. How are things down there? You go to aliamanu?
RAVENMUSE: hehehe, I could tell you what's in store for them but I'd have to stuff your ears with cotton so you couldn't hear.
ANYWAY, ON WITH THE STORY.
PS. I DON'T OWN HARRY POTTER!!! (AND I'M POOR SO DON'T SUE ME!)
Draco stared at his head master. Sure, he saw Dumbledore's lips move, but it was as if someone had stuffed a large amount of cotton in his ears. "What?" he asked a dumbfounded look on his face.
Dumbledore placed both his hands on the boy's shoulders. "He's going to try to kill you. You're Father." Dumbledore repeated. "There's something about you that he thinks puts him in danger. You're dangerous to him. He's trying to get you."
Draco turned towards the fireplace, shrugging Dumbledore's hands off. He splayed his hand and the logs shoot up in flames. He was quiet for a while, and then said, his voice cold, calculating, "There are many things he doesn't know about me that are far more dangerous than the things he does know." He looked down at his hand. "He wants me dead because he taught me everything he knows. I'm perfect with every aspect of the Dark Arts. I know every type of fighting known to man. I mastered the use of every weapon there is in the wizarding world." As if to prove his point, he suddenly pulled a dagger out of nowhere and threw it at the wall to his left with out even turning his head. The dagger quivered ominously as it embedded itself into the wall.
He turned back to Dumbledore. "I can take care of myself, old man. You take care of my mother." Then he walked out.
Dumbledore stared at the door which Draco had exited through, then into the fire. After a while, he let out a sigh, and left also. On his way out, he noticed the dagger, and went to pull it out. He breathed in sharply. There sliced almost in half by the blade was Droxy, no longer than two centimeters long.
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Draco shut himself in with his mother for the rest of the holidays. If anyone came in, or tried to talk to them he became stony and cold, just like the old times.
Finally, a few days before their return to school, Harry stormed in a few minuets after Hermione had left almost in tears. "What is your problem?" Harry demanded angrily, getting into Draco's face.
"I don't have a problem, Potter. Now get out of my face." Draco answered coolly.
Harry did. "Well, if you don't have a problem, then why are you acting like this?!" Harry growled.
"Like what?" Draco asked, examining his nails.
"Like this!"
"I see nothing wrong with it." Draco said lightly.
Harry glared at him for a few moments, trying to control his anger. "I'll tell you what's wrong with it." He said his voice deadly. "You're pushing all your friends-the people who care- away. Hermione was in tears just a few seconds ago. She was worried. Worried about you. And you pushed her away!" Harry threw his arms up. "Are you just going to let what you two have go? Just disappear like smoke? Draco, I know what it's like to be a hunted man. I'm the only one who can honestly say I know how you feel. But I also know that without friends, the world is twice as scary. Friends keep you sane, Draco. They keep you alive. Without them, well, you're a lost man." Harry made his way to the door. "You're not alone in this, Draco. There are a lot of people that are here for you. You're just pushing them away. But we're still here. Hermione is still here. Remember that." Harry closed the door quietly, leaving Draco to stew in his thoughts.
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Night had fallen for quite a time before Draco finally moved. He made his way quietly out of his mother's room and down the hall to Hermione's, where he let himself in.
Hermione lay sleeping, her hair splayed like a halo around her head, her hand loosely clenched by her face. Draco stood there for a while, amazed at how much of an angel she looked like. Hermione, it seemed, felt Draco's eyes on her, and slowly opened her eyes and looked up at him.
"Hermione," Draco began, knelling next to her.
Hermione placed a finger to his lips, hushing him. "Shhh." She said, lifting the covers and scooting over so he could crawl in. "just get some sleep. We'll talk in the morning." She snuggled closer to him, and fell promptly back to sleep. Draco smiled down at her, leaned in and kissed her forehead, then drifted off to sleep, and just like at the beginning of the summer, he slept without nightmares of his father.
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Draco and Hermione were woken quite abruptly the next morning by Harry, Ginny, Fred and George, who came in yelling.
"He's gone Hermione!!!" he yelled, running over to the bed, and making to throw back the covers, but after pausing for a split second, and decided not to on second thought.
"Who?" Hermione asked, rubbing the sand from her eyes, and looking attentively at Harry.
"Hagrid!!!" Harry yelled, waving his hands in the air as if she was supposed to have already known.
"What!?!?" Hermione yelled, jumping out of bed. "Where?! When?! How!? I thought we had the tracker spell on him!!!"
"A mountain side in Germany. Last night. No idea. We did, but it suddenly stopped working." Fred said, ticking the answers off his fingers.
"But…but..Dumbledore said…" Hermione sputtered.
What ever it was that Dumbledore said, Draco never heard, as he had slipped quietly out of the room, and ran down a secret passage, no one noticing his disappearing amid the confusion. He suddenly halted about three-fourths of the way down the secret passage that led to a little nick in the kitchens, bent down and ran his finger along the seam where the stone wall met the floor. The wall shuddered, and then slid open, revealing another secret passage. He ran down the short hall way, and then down a seeming less never ending staircase that led far under the grounds of the Malfoy Manor.
"One of the things he doesn't know, Dumbledore," Draco whispered, though Dumbledore was nowhere in hearing range. "Is the biggest danger to him than anything else." The stair case ended suddenly at a giant wall that on closer inspection was made entirely of jade, except for the portion in front of Draco, which depicted a beautiful picture made entirely of jewels pressed into it.
It was of a vampire, his fangs made of the purest white marble, with tiny tear drop rubies hanging delicately on the end; a fairy, her wings made of gold, tiny pink pearls outlining them; a goblin, holding a silver stone and a obsidian shield; a troll welding a giant grey marble club; and finally, a garnet dragon with silver claws and ruby teeth. They were all gathered around a fountain, surrounded by diamond roses, a grand looking castle in the background. Encircling the entire picture were the words ; "Vampire, fée, Troll, dragon, lutin, travail en harmonie, attendant le jour du retour à l'extérieur, de sorte qu'ils puissent aider à défaire le seigneur foncé et à reconstituer leurs maisons prises par lui." Vampire, Fairy, Troll, Dragon, Goblin, work in harmony, awaiting the day of return to the Outside, so that they can help to defeat the dark lord and restore their homes taken by him.
"réveillez-vous, mes sujets fidèles" Draco ordered. "Awaken, my faithful subjects."
The picture came to life, and the occupants bowed their heads, murmuring, "maison bienvenue, seigneur Draco" (welcome home, Lord Draco)
"comment disparaît-il le côté de sortie ?" the Vampire asked respectively. (how goes the Outside?)
"non bon." Draco answered. (Not good.) he turned to the troll and goblin. "est-ce que l'armée est formée et prépare pour s'attaquer à une notification de menuet ? " Draco inquired.(is the army trained and ready to go at a minuet notice?)
"ils sont prêts et impatients à combattre" answered the goblin. (they are ready and anxious to fight)
"combien de plus long untill la bataille ?" the troll asked. (how much longer untill the battle?)
"la date précise est inconnue, mais autrefois en mois à venir, nous pensons" Draco answered with a sigh, running his hands through his hair. (the precise date is unknown, but sometime in the next few months, we think)
he turned to the Fairy and Dragon. "je dois parler à votre sorte, fée de Madame, et dragon de seigneur ; Jeron et Saradian." (i need to speak to your kind, Madame fairy, and Lord Dragon. Jeron and Saradian.)
The fairy and dragon nodded in unison. The wall turned a translucent green and Draco stepped through, into the last safe place remaining untouched by evil; Ville de la vie éternelle. The City Of Eternal Life.
The town bustled busily from Draco's view from an edge about sixty feet above it. It was a beautiful place, giant glittering crystal giving light and power to the city hung from the cavernous ceilings. The houses were made of all sorts of precious gems; diamond, obsidian, gold, silver, every possible gem. Though their were orderly streets winding through the city, the main mode of transportation for those who did not have wings were found high in the air. Indestructible ropes made of the slickest silver wound everywhere above the city. You simply picked up a contraption that looked oddly enough like a muggle hanger, (only much much more durable, of course. ) affixed it to the rope and called out where your destination was, (in Draco's case, the main meeting chamber.) and away you went.
It was one of the things Draco loved more than Quidditch. You went soaring through the air, at break neck speeds if you wanted (the only speed Draco ever used), and soared above the city, receiving a better view than from the Ledge. Draco was sorry that the journey ended so suddenly, but he had business to take care of. Work always came before play.
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He was surprised to see the two he had asked for were already there. Jeron, a tall sleek Fairy, with long auburn hair and piercing blue eyes, was lounging against a wall, absently testing the edge of his daggers. Jeron had been a close friend of his since Draco had accidentally stumbled upon this place, oddly enough in his dreams. (but that is a story for another time.)
Saradian (pronounced sa as in saw, radi as in radiant, and an as in enter.) was a stately deep blue dragon, the tips of her scales a bright silver, along with her claws. Her eyes, though, were a light green, almost garnet colored.
"Vous devez aller en Allemagne, et trouvez demi de géant, Reubus Hagrid
appelé à moitié magicien" Draco began, getting right down to business. He turned to Jeron, pausing. "La montagne avec dehors une âme, vous savez de ce qu'on je parle."( you need to go to Germany, and find the half giant, half wizard named Reubus Hagrid. To the mountain with out a soul, you know of which one I am speaking."
"Oui." Jeron answered. Yes.
"votre souhait est notre commande" Saradian whispered. "Your wish is our command."
"la prise deux de vous mieux, chacune, et disparaissent" Draco ordered. Take two of your own each, and go.
Jeron made to leave but Saradian gave Draco a knowing look. "vous avez rencontré ce Harrypotter, n'est-ce pas ? Vous avez les amis
devenus avec lui." She said with a laugh. You have met this Harry Potter haven't you? You have become friends with him.
"Oui." Draco responded, then rushed on; "et si vous dites je vous ai dit qu'ainsi, je couperai vos ailes!"yes. And if you say i told you so, i will clip your wings ! he gave Saradian a mock menacing look.
Saradian threw her nose up in the air and looked prissily down at him. "je ? vous wouldnt. je suis à beau." Me? You wouldn't. i am too beutiful.
Jeron interrupted, "quand pouvons-nous rencontrer ce Harry Potter?" When do we get to meet this Harry Potter?
"une fois que vous rapportez le géant" Once you bring the giant back.
"venezs,saradian, nous partons maintenant. " Jeron turned toward the door. Come, Saradian, we are leaving now."
"La bonne chance et vont sans risque" Draco said, biding them farewell. Good luck and go safely.
"je n'ai pas besoin de chance" Jeron responded. (I dont need luck.)
Draco watched the two make their way to the entrance. Jeron suddenly stopped and called over his shoulder.
"l'OH, et draco?" (Oh, and Draco)
"Oui?" (yes?)
"je veux rencontrer également cette fille qui a volé votre cœur" Jeron said offhandedly.
"comment avez-vous su elle ?"Draco asked, surprised. (how did you know about her ?!)
Jeron turned and pointed down at Draco's feet. " vous portez ses poussoirs !" (Your wearing her slippers !)
Draco looked down. Sure enough, in his haste to get down here, he had accidently slipped on hermoine pink fluffly slippers. "L'OH Merlin!" he said, his cheeks turning bright pink, and matching the slippers. (oh merlin!)
Jeron and Saradian laughed. "je suggère que vous atteigniez de nouveaux poussoirs le magasin de fabricants de chaussure" (I suggest you get new slippers at the shoe makers shop.)
"Oui." Draco responded absently, pulling the slippers off his feet as if they were covered in some contagious virus.
Jeron and Saradian left, and shortly their after Draco did too, after of course, stopping at the shoemaker's shops, where the shoemaker insisted he also take a pair to the "Beautiful Girl With Ugly Shoes" as the shoemaker called her.
Draco made his way slowly up the stairs and back into his Manor, quietly putting the wall back in place. Much to his relief no one had even noticed he was gone, with all the commotion that was going on.
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a/n: well, we have finaly reached the end of this chapter thank god!!!! It was horrible to write, lengthwise that is. But it was quite fun. The French did not mess it up did it? I got it off a translator site, so if its wrong, let me know!!!!R&R!!! please…I'm begging you. it took me 4 hours to type this, and I'm a fast typer!!! But it may have also taken that long due to the fact its 3:37…in the morning. But I love you guys so its worth losing sleep over. 11 whole pages!!! Whew! A record.