Phoenix and the Dragon

By: babykelyse

A/N: I'm SO sorry for such a long wait. I've been busy with other things, plus my internet connection was down for a while. But, everything is...or should be back to normal and I'll be getting these chapters out faster. So on with the story

Disclaimer: I own Draco...not. Need I say more?

Chapter 6

You Will Remember

Blood. So much blood. It was everywhere, in her hair, on her hands, her clothes. Lady Genevieve hung her head in pure agony as she realized everyone around her was dead. Her family, her friends, all of them. She slowly arose and dragged the jewel encrusted sword back into its sheath. Miserably, she looked around at the sight of mangled and bloody bodies. Many of them were dead, some poor souls still had one last breath. She dragged her feet along the grass, now damp with so much blood and for once, she didn't care that her pristine white dress was filthy. She shouldn't feel so heart-wrenching agony. She'd defeated him. She'd defeated Lord Vittorio and his evil minions. But at what cost? At the cost of all those she loved. Tears slipped down her beautiful face, now streaked with blood and dirt. She was broken out of her musings at a loud roar.

She quickly turned her hand automatically reaching for her sword. She looked all around her, eyes and ears keenly alert for some unknown attacker. She heard a noise behind her, and quickly turned around. But unfortunately she was not quick enough. She screamed in pain as she felt razor sharp knives enter her back and through her stomach. She fell to the ground clutching her stomach, her white gown now growing rapidly red with her blood. She saw her attacker walk around her and stand directly in front of her. She used all of her energy to look into the face of her attacker, and she lost her breath as she looked into his eyes. Or rather, it's eyes. The man..or rather beast now had a silvery glow to him, and razor sharp talons came out of it's hands. Long silver white hair caressed its shoulders and its chest heaved with every breath it took.(A/N: Think Scott Speedman in his vampire/lichen form on Underworld only silver instead of blue) Genevieve looked into its...his eyes once more and whispered,

'Drake...'

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Ginny awoke with a start. She took deep calming breaths as she tried to remember every detail of the dream. She'd been having it for a while now, and it always ended the same. She shuddered as the air around her suddenly chilled.

It has to mean something, she thought to herself. She'd been having the same dream now for almost two months. At first she thought it had something to do with Fawkes, maybe one of his many memories. But as the dream grew more vivid, she began to think that maybe it might be some of her memories. Growing up with the Weasely's, Ginny had always felt she was different. She loved her family, of course, but she'd always had a sense of not belonging when she was around them.

Ginny turned her thoughts back to the dream, and what it might mean. It was obvious that this Lady Genevieve might have been betrayed. Always at the end of her dream, she heard her say the attacker's name, and literally felt the heartbreak Genevieve must have felt. So, she obviously knew the m-- creature. She made a mental note in her head to ask Dumbledore about the dream tomorrow. As she was drifting off, Ginny once again thought of the creature and what he meant to Genevieve. She thought about its eyes, and the way Genevieve had looked at him

His eyes...Ginny sat up straight in bed, her heart racing. His silver eyes. Draco's eyes...

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The man smiled evilly as he watched the youngest Weasely's eyes go round with wonder. She was beginning to remember things about her past. Or rather, a specific part of her past. It was perfect, the man thought to himself. Two reincarnations in one lifetime. His evil cackle could be heard throughout the cave he'd established himself in. Soon, the young girl would fully come into her powers, and he could use them to destroy her, or rather use someone to destroy her, he thought. It was only a matter of time before the love she and her man-creature shared would come rushing back to them. As well as their many memories.

His eyes flashed dangerously as he thought of her. Lady Genevieve, or rather Virginia Weasely now. How he'd loved her. Worshipped the ground she'd walked on, only to be shunned for that damned creature. He'd shown her. He'd shown them both. He'd used her man creature against her. The ultimate lover's betrayal. He had felt immense joy as he watched her beautiful red/brown eyes go wide with astonishment at her killer. And when she'd died, he most definately enjoyed seeing that creature, her Drake, look down at his hands sticky with his lover's blood. He killed himself then. Stabbing himself in the heart with her sword and falling beside her cold lifeless body. The man's eyes narrowed as he thought back. In time, he thought to himself. He would have his revenge on her. The young girl should have made sure he was dead.

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Draco awoke to a burning sensation on his upper arm where his tatoo was. He quickly pushed up the sleeve of his nightshirt and sucked in his breath. His tattoo was slightly glowing with a silverish tint. The dragon's eyes however, glowed a bright red. Sweat formed on his brow as the burning increased. He bit his lip to keep from screaming in agony. He briefly closed his eyes, and when he reopened them he almost fell off his bed in surprise.

There in front of his bed, stood a woman. Her fiery red hair fell down to her waist in soft curls and her brown eyes glowed a faint orange color. She was wearing a white gown only in the front it was stained with blood. In her hands she held a sword. The blade was at least 15 inches long and the handle was gold with a dragon and phoenix interwoven and delicately carved. The jewels in their eyes glittered faintly.

Slowly she moved towards his bed as if in a trance. Draco was transfixed by her beauty. She reminded him of someone, only he couldn't quite place her. He looked into her eyes and was shocked to see such heartbreak and unhappiness in them. She walked over to the side of his bed and held out the sword towards him. It was then that Draco realized his tattoo was no longer burning. He looked down at it and sucked in his breath. In place of the muggle Asian writing was blood. But not just any blood, phoenix blood. He looked to the woman again whom was still holding the magnificent sword out towards him.

"What does all this mean?" he asked her.

She slowly shook her head, and answered him, "In due time, my love."

Her voice rang faintly of bells and angels and all that was heavenly, or so Draco thought. He reached out slowly and took the ancient sword from her delicate hands. As his hand touched the intricate golden handle, memories came rushing back to him. Memories of being in love with this woman, of proposing to her. Memories of a betrayal to her, her death, as well as his. Through this all, he heard her voice faintly ring out in his head.

"In time, my love, you will remember."

A/N: Blegh, this chapter could have been a bit better, but this all came rushing to me as I was falling asleep last night. Strange eh? lol I really need to lay off the love novels. Anyway, again I'm very sorry for the delay and I promise promise promise, I'll be getting these chapters out quicker. I hope this one wasn't too confusing. But if you have questions feel free to email me, or leave a review and i'll get back to you. You know the drill. Read, review, enjoy Ciao