Author's note: Anti-climatic eh? Well . . . unfortunately that's the last we see of the great GROUP for a while now. Lol. Harry has to stay in the forest, it's essential to the plot. Oh well. You'll just have to live with it.
Disclaimer: Didn't own him then, don't own him now.
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"We are here," Tarn said halting their endless walking.
"Where? I thought we were going to this major council meeting," Harry said confused since there was no one in sight, nor was there any buildings, marking, anything to show that anyone was there, or had even been there at any time.
"This is the council, we are here," Tarn smiled, then he walked up to a tree and knocked on it three times, once hard, and twice soft.
"I don't think the tree is going to answer," Harry said hiding his grin.
"I wouldn't speak just yet," Tarn smirked, and instantly Harry heard a loud rumbling.
"What is it?" Harry said, looking suspiciously all around, not knowing where this noise was coming from.
"It's the door," Tarn said, and the massive tree that he was knocking on started to pick itself up from it's roots, and stood straight up, balancing on it's thick roots to create a doorway with stairs leading downwards into the ground.
"What is it?" Harry said, peering into the darkness that the stairway led to.
"It's the Home of the Tribal Council Meeting," Tarn said, and the walls began to glow with a faint light, as they slowly made their way down the stairs.
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"The glowing walls symbolize the coming of the King," Tribe Leader of the Mountain Lion Tribe, Yat, said.
"Then he is here," His wife said.
"Yes, and he will lead us to triumph." Yat nodded.
"But that means that he must be supreme leader of us all, it's our turn be Tribal council leader!" His wife protested.
"Hush silly woman, the King leads all, he has no need of a council. Even though it is our year to be Tribe Council, the King MUST have total control, or else the mighty plan of Slytherin will fail, and we the tribe leaders, and the medicine women will have to put ourselves to death." Yat said, reprimanding his wife the Medicine Woman of the Mountain Lion Tribe Yeta.
"That is just a silly tradition, there is no need to put ourselves to death!" She protested once again, feeling that the Tribe should modernize itself, they were no longer savages, they should no longer follow savage customs.
"Foolish Wife! Our society thrives on custom and tradition, without it we will all perish. It would fall apart, do you want anarchy in our forest, we would instantly have wars with each other, everyone would die, and once again the Wolf Tribe will come out on top as they always do. No, now it's better with the image that everything is equal, and the image that the Wolf Tribe do not dominate all. And soon it will be perpetual equalness, with the coming of the King. He will bring us together, and we will fight. As is our destiny," Yat said.
'Silly Yat, he will not rule us, and the Wolf Tribe will not come out on top. I will see to it.' Yeta smirked to herself, knowing that the poison that the first Medicine Woman of the Mountain Lion Tribe was in her pouch that she kept around her neck at all times. That first Medicine woman knew, she knew that the King would come from the Wolf side, but the Wolves would not dominate any longer. Now is the time for the Mountain Lion to dominate, and that poison will kill the King, and the Wolves will die of loneliness for their fallen leaders. They will run away with their tails between their legs, for we will rule all. It's too bad her husband couldn't share in her plans, he was too much of a traditionalist, and that would get him killed.
'Yes. . . this plan will go quite well,'
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"Welcome Tarn, and who might this be?" Yat asked Tarn.
"This is Harry, Leader of the Wolf Tribe. Dak's heart beats in his chest." Tarn bowed to Yat, " and Harry, this is Leader of the Mountain Lion tribe, Yat."
"Nice to meet you Yat," Harry smiled warmly.
"You don't look as if you're from around here," Yat squinted his eyes suspiciously.
"Well originally I'm not from here. In an unfortunate accident I apparated over here and having no reason to go back, and the fact that I killed Tribe Leader Dak, I felt that I should probably stay. I came from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry," Harry explained.
"So you killed Dak, good job, I knew someday that someone would." Yat smiled.
"Do not speak lowly of my father, he was a better man then you ever were," Tarn snarled.
"He was a great Tribe Leader, and as Tarn has said, his heart beats in my chest. By insulting him, you insult me," Harry glowered at Yat.
"So sorry," Yat smiled weakly, "I noticed that the walls were gleaming, does this mean that one of you is the King?"
"Like the prophecy said, the King will be an outsider, Harry came from Hogwarts, the birth place of Salazar Slytherin, who better a person to be King for the Pureblood army?"
"You've seen Hogwarts?" Yat asked Harry.
"Yes I went to school there for many years." Harry nodded.
"You are the King, I believe now." Yat said solemnly.
"See Yat, I was telling the truth," Tarn grinned.
"I will inform the other leaders, it seems like a new leader needs to be appointed," Yat said as he left the room.
"He didn't look very enthusiastic," Harry frowned.
"You here means the leadership will change. Now it will be perpetual equalness, there will be no leader tribe this year. You will be King. But this year was his year to be Tribe Leader for all the tribes. It is a great honor, and it has been taken from him."
"But I don't want to be King," Harry protested.
"Whether you want it or not doesn't matter, our Tribes are controlled by tradition and customs, you are just one of the many. If we were to break them we would all fall apart. You need to be educated in such customs if you are to be King."
"But the King rules all does he not? New customs must be made. People who want to join into a tribe shouldn't have to kill someone or be killed. No things will have to change, and if you're determined to make me King, then the others will just have to follow."
"You truly are a King." Tarn patted Harry on the back.
"God forbid," Harry laughed.
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Two Days Later
"We are here today to appoint a new leader, a leader of the Tribe Council, but this year is a different year for all of us. Instead of passing the leader ship to the next Tribe, the Mountain Lion Tribe, we are finally passing it to the King who will lead us forward and put to action the plan and will of our great founder Salazar Slytherin.
"As dictated in the prophecy, the King, our great leader, was to be an outsider, and here he is today: Harry Potter leader of the Wolf Tribe, by way of the execution of the long standing Tribe leader Dak. He faced Dak in a Tribe Leaders battle some time ago, and has long since been training to fully accept the challenges of the role of Tribe Leader. Being a Tribe leader is hard, you must be strong in body, but ever so much stronger in mind. It is your duty to protect your people using what ever means possible. Only then are you a true leader. But as King of all the Tribes you are responsible for much, much more. You are our war commander, it is by your hand that we will have victory. I Uha Tribe Leader of the Stag Tribe bow before you and recognize you as the King."
"I Yat, Tribe Leader of the Mountain Lion Tribe bow before you and recognize you as the King"
"I Japa, Tribe Leader of the Raven Tribe bow before you and recognize you as the King"
"I Gato, Tribe Leader of the Eagle Tribe bow before you and recognize you as the King"
"I Belg, Tribe Leader of the Black Bear Tribe bow before you and recognize you as the King"
"I Nor, Representator of the Lower Tribes, the Beaver, Swallow, Salmon, and Badger Tribes bow before you and recognize you as the King"
"Harry, it is now customary that they each take a drink of water mixed in with your blood. That will bind the Tribes together," Kash said as Harry let her take his arm and slash it with a sharp blade, blood spilled over the bowl on the floor, almost immediately the cut closed and you could not even tell that he had been cut if not for the blood that painted his arm.
"What?!" Harry gasped.
"It is the power, it is already starting to come to you. Like Salazar Slytherin the power of the forest and the leaders is being transported into your body. You are the one controlling force, you will control us all." Kash said. She then picked up the bowl of blood and had someone from the side bring in a pitcher of water, the person poured the water into the bowl and Kash stirred it around. She then handed it to Nor, who took a drink and fell to his knees lowered his head to the ground and bowed before Harry. A resonating note rang out around the chamber, and Nor's back burst open bloodily and blue ribbons of light poured out from his open wound and plunged into Harry's chest. Nor screamed loudly in the background from the pain and just before he was about to pass out blue wings burst from the wounds and the wounds closed and disappeared like Harry's arm wound had. Nor lay there on the ground breathing heavily, his blood streaked blue wings flopped lazily on the floor.
"You have wings to fly, use them well," Kash said, and then a cold harsh wind blew around the chamber and Nor's wings dissolved into the wind sending blue feathers flying everywhere, they disappeared instantly as they touched the ground, "you can summon them again, do not be alarmed."
Nor got up, and handed the bowl to Belg who looked fearful.
"It will be the same for you Belg," Kash said as Belg took a fearful drink. Good to her word the same happened to Belg but the wings were a dark orange, Gato yellow, Japa red, Yat gold, and Uha brown. When all the transformations were complete, blood splattered the floor, and the faces of those watching from the front.
Harry stood there like proudly, his eyes shining like a beacon until a single cry rang out from his mouth and he buckled over, huge black wings burst from his back, blood once again splattered the floor and the walls, but as quickly as he fell, he got straight back up. He bent his head over trying to catch his breath, and after a few moments of silence his looked straight up into the crowd. The crowd gasped in horror as they saw Harry's eyes, they were shining like a beacon, but there was no pupil, just a deep, beautiful green.
Harry raised his hands and they started to glow brightly, a black wand appeared in his hands, and he smiled a wolfish grin. He took the wand in one hand flicked it once and screamed out "NERIHTYLS!" Immediately the wand shot out 6 different ribbons of light, the colors of the Tribe Leader's wings, Blue, Orange, Yellow, Red, Gold, and Brown. They quickly wound themselves together to create a pitch black ribbon, the ribbon raised itself, still attached to the end of his wand, it separated into a million pieces and dived into the heads of the on lookers. Screams echoed in the chamber as each person in the room was penetrated by the black ribbon. They fell to the ground in a bow, you could hear the scream reverberate throughout the forest as the ribbons found every Pure blood in the forest boundary. Everyone bowed for Harry that day, and when the echoes finally cleared, each and everyone of them looked up, and each and everyone of them had pitch black eyes, no whites, no nothing. Just blackness.
The ribbons returned to Harry's wand, and he smiled in wonder. Every single one of their minds were connected to create a pack. They were a pack, they were a family. Nothing could kill them now. He grinned a wolfish grin leaned back and howled loudly, and everyone joined him. Animals in the forest cowered in fear when they heard their howl, and when they emerged from the Chamber they were no longer humans, they were wolves, in mind if not body.
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Four years later.
"Where do you want this sir?" Someone called out from behind him.
"Put it over there by those trees," He called back, he was tired of being asked what to do with every single thing on this expedition. Sure he was the leader, but doesn't the leader deserve a break sometimes?
"AHH!" The man called.
"What now?" He said as he looked back to find that the man had dropped an important piece of machinery, "good god man! What are you doing?! Just give me that, pick it up and give it to me."
"I'm sorry Mr. Malfoy sir, I didn't mean too. . .I . . .I . ." He stammered.
"Is EVERYONE here an incompetent? PLEASE tell me I have SOMEONE who has a BRAIN!" He screamed at everyone who stopped what they were doing to stare at him.
Silence echoed around the camp they were trying to put up.
"ARRRRGH!" He screamed once again. He had changed over the years, no longer was he a pathetic prat who didn't care a thing about others. Sure he didn't really have any compassion for anybody, but he definitely wasn't a prat. Draco Malfoy was an anthropologist. He studied old cultures, both wizard and muggles. He didn't particularly know what made him so fascinated in muggles, but after his father was finally convicted for being a deatheater, he realized how stupid it was to hate people for what they were. It was like hating a dog for being a dog. No it didn't make much sense did it? It came to quite a surprise to his mother when he decided to take up the study of Anthropology, but Dumbledore was quite pleased. Snape wasn't, but what could you expect? Draco WAS Snape's most gifted students, and he COULD brew the most dangerous and power potions, but it just wasn't for him. He wanted to travel and learn things, and if he needed to brew things, well good. But in every good thing there's a flipside. His flipside was that he had to work with BRAINLESS INCOMPETENTS! Draco let out a loud sigh, and those around him rolled his eyes. Ok so he hadn't changed THAT much, but at least he wasn't constantly trying to get people in trouble. That's because he was the boss, and wanted the least amount of trouble possible.
"Sir, the camp is set up." Draco's 'secretary' told him.
"Good, now we can get some rest. Tomorrow we'll go out into the forest and see what we can find." He smiled to his secretary. His secretary's name was Howard, and had the most brains of the lot. Probably why Draco liked him. He couldn't stand stupid people.
Of course. . . his workers weren't stupid. . . he just didn't like them.
Draco looked over the camp and sighed in relief. It truly was ready. He took a moment to look at his surroundings. He had been there once before, when they went after Harry Potter. He softly touched the scar that crossed his face diagonally. 'I wonder what happened to him,' he thought to himself as he looked out into the expanse of the forest.
He came to this place because Dumbledore told him that he'd find an interesting old civilization out here, he suspected that Dumbledore just wanted him to find Harry, but he was all a bit too curious as to what happened to Harry. It would be satisfactory to find Harry's bones. He laughed. No he didn't have any hard feeling for Harry except that he cut his face, that made him angry. But maybe they'd find him. As he recalled there was another man with Harry when they found him. What could this mean? And what about those glowing lights? No he was pretty sure Harry was still alive. And the tree? It told him things. It said 'You are the lover, the king is waiting, but not yet.' What in the world did that mean? And then Harry screamed after he laughed at him, and that strange man said some kind of . . prophecy. Is that why he was back? For answers? It makes sense, his mind must have subconsciously wanted to know, and forced him to choose a path that would bring him directly back. No, he was just kidding himself, he knew that he chose this path so that he'd be back, he knew that Dumbledore would ask him to investigate this. What he didn't know is WHY he wanted to come back. First it could've been revenge, but it's hard to say what it is now since he no longer felt hatred over the great Harry Potter.
"Why am I standing here thinking about this? I'm here, and that's that. There's no point in dwelling on it," He murmured to himself. He walked to where his tent was set up and got ready for bed. Tomorrow he and his team would venture out into that vast expanse of forest. . .
Yes. Tomorrow they would find out.
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A/N – BAH! Don't even TELL me that this took long to write, because I know it. *big grin* obviously. Last time I updated . . . July 29th?! OMG I'M SO SORRY!!! I just looked. AHHH!! That's so damn long! GEEZ!! And this chapter is so short. I'm now contemplating writing more. . . but no. I'm sorry if things are so jumbled. . . but it's been a looooong time. I keep forgetting things. . . and them having to go back and read the previous chapters. . . then I have to change things. Gah. It's all so complicated. I'm not sure if any of it makes sense, and I've got some pretty long paragraphs filled with run on sentences. But meh. What can you do? I'm just glad I have this laptop at school. I can write more.
Alright. Next chapter soon.
Disclaimer: Didn't own him then, don't own him now.
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"We are here," Tarn said halting their endless walking.
"Where? I thought we were going to this major council meeting," Harry said confused since there was no one in sight, nor was there any buildings, marking, anything to show that anyone was there, or had even been there at any time.
"This is the council, we are here," Tarn smiled, then he walked up to a tree and knocked on it three times, once hard, and twice soft.
"I don't think the tree is going to answer," Harry said hiding his grin.
"I wouldn't speak just yet," Tarn smirked, and instantly Harry heard a loud rumbling.
"What is it?" Harry said, looking suspiciously all around, not knowing where this noise was coming from.
"It's the door," Tarn said, and the massive tree that he was knocking on started to pick itself up from it's roots, and stood straight up, balancing on it's thick roots to create a doorway with stairs leading downwards into the ground.
"What is it?" Harry said, peering into the darkness that the stairway led to.
"It's the Home of the Tribal Council Meeting," Tarn said, and the walls began to glow with a faint light, as they slowly made their way down the stairs.
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"The glowing walls symbolize the coming of the King," Tribe Leader of the Mountain Lion Tribe, Yat, said.
"Then he is here," His wife said.
"Yes, and he will lead us to triumph." Yat nodded.
"But that means that he must be supreme leader of us all, it's our turn be Tribal council leader!" His wife protested.
"Hush silly woman, the King leads all, he has no need of a council. Even though it is our year to be Tribe Council, the King MUST have total control, or else the mighty plan of Slytherin will fail, and we the tribe leaders, and the medicine women will have to put ourselves to death." Yat said, reprimanding his wife the Medicine Woman of the Mountain Lion Tribe Yeta.
"That is just a silly tradition, there is no need to put ourselves to death!" She protested once again, feeling that the Tribe should modernize itself, they were no longer savages, they should no longer follow savage customs.
"Foolish Wife! Our society thrives on custom and tradition, without it we will all perish. It would fall apart, do you want anarchy in our forest, we would instantly have wars with each other, everyone would die, and once again the Wolf Tribe will come out on top as they always do. No, now it's better with the image that everything is equal, and the image that the Wolf Tribe do not dominate all. And soon it will be perpetual equalness, with the coming of the King. He will bring us together, and we will fight. As is our destiny," Yat said.
'Silly Yat, he will not rule us, and the Wolf Tribe will not come out on top. I will see to it.' Yeta smirked to herself, knowing that the poison that the first Medicine Woman of the Mountain Lion Tribe was in her pouch that she kept around her neck at all times. That first Medicine woman knew, she knew that the King would come from the Wolf side, but the Wolves would not dominate any longer. Now is the time for the Mountain Lion to dominate, and that poison will kill the King, and the Wolves will die of loneliness for their fallen leaders. They will run away with their tails between their legs, for we will rule all. It's too bad her husband couldn't share in her plans, he was too much of a traditionalist, and that would get him killed.
'Yes. . . this plan will go quite well,'
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"Welcome Tarn, and who might this be?" Yat asked Tarn.
"This is Harry, Leader of the Wolf Tribe. Dak's heart beats in his chest." Tarn bowed to Yat, " and Harry, this is Leader of the Mountain Lion tribe, Yat."
"Nice to meet you Yat," Harry smiled warmly.
"You don't look as if you're from around here," Yat squinted his eyes suspiciously.
"Well originally I'm not from here. In an unfortunate accident I apparated over here and having no reason to go back, and the fact that I killed Tribe Leader Dak, I felt that I should probably stay. I came from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry," Harry explained.
"So you killed Dak, good job, I knew someday that someone would." Yat smiled.
"Do not speak lowly of my father, he was a better man then you ever were," Tarn snarled.
"He was a great Tribe Leader, and as Tarn has said, his heart beats in my chest. By insulting him, you insult me," Harry glowered at Yat.
"So sorry," Yat smiled weakly, "I noticed that the walls were gleaming, does this mean that one of you is the King?"
"Like the prophecy said, the King will be an outsider, Harry came from Hogwarts, the birth place of Salazar Slytherin, who better a person to be King for the Pureblood army?"
"You've seen Hogwarts?" Yat asked Harry.
"Yes I went to school there for many years." Harry nodded.
"You are the King, I believe now." Yat said solemnly.
"See Yat, I was telling the truth," Tarn grinned.
"I will inform the other leaders, it seems like a new leader needs to be appointed," Yat said as he left the room.
"He didn't look very enthusiastic," Harry frowned.
"You here means the leadership will change. Now it will be perpetual equalness, there will be no leader tribe this year. You will be King. But this year was his year to be Tribe Leader for all the tribes. It is a great honor, and it has been taken from him."
"But I don't want to be King," Harry protested.
"Whether you want it or not doesn't matter, our Tribes are controlled by tradition and customs, you are just one of the many. If we were to break them we would all fall apart. You need to be educated in such customs if you are to be King."
"But the King rules all does he not? New customs must be made. People who want to join into a tribe shouldn't have to kill someone or be killed. No things will have to change, and if you're determined to make me King, then the others will just have to follow."
"You truly are a King." Tarn patted Harry on the back.
"God forbid," Harry laughed.
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Two Days Later
"We are here today to appoint a new leader, a leader of the Tribe Council, but this year is a different year for all of us. Instead of passing the leader ship to the next Tribe, the Mountain Lion Tribe, we are finally passing it to the King who will lead us forward and put to action the plan and will of our great founder Salazar Slytherin.
"As dictated in the prophecy, the King, our great leader, was to be an outsider, and here he is today: Harry Potter leader of the Wolf Tribe, by way of the execution of the long standing Tribe leader Dak. He faced Dak in a Tribe Leaders battle some time ago, and has long since been training to fully accept the challenges of the role of Tribe Leader. Being a Tribe leader is hard, you must be strong in body, but ever so much stronger in mind. It is your duty to protect your people using what ever means possible. Only then are you a true leader. But as King of all the Tribes you are responsible for much, much more. You are our war commander, it is by your hand that we will have victory. I Uha Tribe Leader of the Stag Tribe bow before you and recognize you as the King."
"I Yat, Tribe Leader of the Mountain Lion Tribe bow before you and recognize you as the King"
"I Japa, Tribe Leader of the Raven Tribe bow before you and recognize you as the King"
"I Gato, Tribe Leader of the Eagle Tribe bow before you and recognize you as the King"
"I Belg, Tribe Leader of the Black Bear Tribe bow before you and recognize you as the King"
"I Nor, Representator of the Lower Tribes, the Beaver, Swallow, Salmon, and Badger Tribes bow before you and recognize you as the King"
"Harry, it is now customary that they each take a drink of water mixed in with your blood. That will bind the Tribes together," Kash said as Harry let her take his arm and slash it with a sharp blade, blood spilled over the bowl on the floor, almost immediately the cut closed and you could not even tell that he had been cut if not for the blood that painted his arm.
"What?!" Harry gasped.
"It is the power, it is already starting to come to you. Like Salazar Slytherin the power of the forest and the leaders is being transported into your body. You are the one controlling force, you will control us all." Kash said. She then picked up the bowl of blood and had someone from the side bring in a pitcher of water, the person poured the water into the bowl and Kash stirred it around. She then handed it to Nor, who took a drink and fell to his knees lowered his head to the ground and bowed before Harry. A resonating note rang out around the chamber, and Nor's back burst open bloodily and blue ribbons of light poured out from his open wound and plunged into Harry's chest. Nor screamed loudly in the background from the pain and just before he was about to pass out blue wings burst from the wounds and the wounds closed and disappeared like Harry's arm wound had. Nor lay there on the ground breathing heavily, his blood streaked blue wings flopped lazily on the floor.
"You have wings to fly, use them well," Kash said, and then a cold harsh wind blew around the chamber and Nor's wings dissolved into the wind sending blue feathers flying everywhere, they disappeared instantly as they touched the ground, "you can summon them again, do not be alarmed."
Nor got up, and handed the bowl to Belg who looked fearful.
"It will be the same for you Belg," Kash said as Belg took a fearful drink. Good to her word the same happened to Belg but the wings were a dark orange, Gato yellow, Japa red, Yat gold, and Uha brown. When all the transformations were complete, blood splattered the floor, and the faces of those watching from the front.
Harry stood there like proudly, his eyes shining like a beacon until a single cry rang out from his mouth and he buckled over, huge black wings burst from his back, blood once again splattered the floor and the walls, but as quickly as he fell, he got straight back up. He bent his head over trying to catch his breath, and after a few moments of silence his looked straight up into the crowd. The crowd gasped in horror as they saw Harry's eyes, they were shining like a beacon, but there was no pupil, just a deep, beautiful green.
Harry raised his hands and they started to glow brightly, a black wand appeared in his hands, and he smiled a wolfish grin. He took the wand in one hand flicked it once and screamed out "NERIHTYLS!" Immediately the wand shot out 6 different ribbons of light, the colors of the Tribe Leader's wings, Blue, Orange, Yellow, Red, Gold, and Brown. They quickly wound themselves together to create a pitch black ribbon, the ribbon raised itself, still attached to the end of his wand, it separated into a million pieces and dived into the heads of the on lookers. Screams echoed in the chamber as each person in the room was penetrated by the black ribbon. They fell to the ground in a bow, you could hear the scream reverberate throughout the forest as the ribbons found every Pure blood in the forest boundary. Everyone bowed for Harry that day, and when the echoes finally cleared, each and everyone of them looked up, and each and everyone of them had pitch black eyes, no whites, no nothing. Just blackness.
The ribbons returned to Harry's wand, and he smiled in wonder. Every single one of their minds were connected to create a pack. They were a pack, they were a family. Nothing could kill them now. He grinned a wolfish grin leaned back and howled loudly, and everyone joined him. Animals in the forest cowered in fear when they heard their howl, and when they emerged from the Chamber they were no longer humans, they were wolves, in mind if not body.
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Four years later.
"Where do you want this sir?" Someone called out from behind him.
"Put it over there by those trees," He called back, he was tired of being asked what to do with every single thing on this expedition. Sure he was the leader, but doesn't the leader deserve a break sometimes?
"AHH!" The man called.
"What now?" He said as he looked back to find that the man had dropped an important piece of machinery, "good god man! What are you doing?! Just give me that, pick it up and give it to me."
"I'm sorry Mr. Malfoy sir, I didn't mean too. . .I . . .I . ." He stammered.
"Is EVERYONE here an incompetent? PLEASE tell me I have SOMEONE who has a BRAIN!" He screamed at everyone who stopped what they were doing to stare at him.
Silence echoed around the camp they were trying to put up.
"ARRRRGH!" He screamed once again. He had changed over the years, no longer was he a pathetic prat who didn't care a thing about others. Sure he didn't really have any compassion for anybody, but he definitely wasn't a prat. Draco Malfoy was an anthropologist. He studied old cultures, both wizard and muggles. He didn't particularly know what made him so fascinated in muggles, but after his father was finally convicted for being a deatheater, he realized how stupid it was to hate people for what they were. It was like hating a dog for being a dog. No it didn't make much sense did it? It came to quite a surprise to his mother when he decided to take up the study of Anthropology, but Dumbledore was quite pleased. Snape wasn't, but what could you expect? Draco WAS Snape's most gifted students, and he COULD brew the most dangerous and power potions, but it just wasn't for him. He wanted to travel and learn things, and if he needed to brew things, well good. But in every good thing there's a flipside. His flipside was that he had to work with BRAINLESS INCOMPETENTS! Draco let out a loud sigh, and those around him rolled his eyes. Ok so he hadn't changed THAT much, but at least he wasn't constantly trying to get people in trouble. That's because he was the boss, and wanted the least amount of trouble possible.
"Sir, the camp is set up." Draco's 'secretary' told him.
"Good, now we can get some rest. Tomorrow we'll go out into the forest and see what we can find." He smiled to his secretary. His secretary's name was Howard, and had the most brains of the lot. Probably why Draco liked him. He couldn't stand stupid people.
Of course. . . his workers weren't stupid. . . he just didn't like them.
Draco looked over the camp and sighed in relief. It truly was ready. He took a moment to look at his surroundings. He had been there once before, when they went after Harry Potter. He softly touched the scar that crossed his face diagonally. 'I wonder what happened to him,' he thought to himself as he looked out into the expanse of the forest.
He came to this place because Dumbledore told him that he'd find an interesting old civilization out here, he suspected that Dumbledore just wanted him to find Harry, but he was all a bit too curious as to what happened to Harry. It would be satisfactory to find Harry's bones. He laughed. No he didn't have any hard feeling for Harry except that he cut his face, that made him angry. But maybe they'd find him. As he recalled there was another man with Harry when they found him. What could this mean? And what about those glowing lights? No he was pretty sure Harry was still alive. And the tree? It told him things. It said 'You are the lover, the king is waiting, but not yet.' What in the world did that mean? And then Harry screamed after he laughed at him, and that strange man said some kind of . . prophecy. Is that why he was back? For answers? It makes sense, his mind must have subconsciously wanted to know, and forced him to choose a path that would bring him directly back. No, he was just kidding himself, he knew that he chose this path so that he'd be back, he knew that Dumbledore would ask him to investigate this. What he didn't know is WHY he wanted to come back. First it could've been revenge, but it's hard to say what it is now since he no longer felt hatred over the great Harry Potter.
"Why am I standing here thinking about this? I'm here, and that's that. There's no point in dwelling on it," He murmured to himself. He walked to where his tent was set up and got ready for bed. Tomorrow he and his team would venture out into that vast expanse of forest. . .
Yes. Tomorrow they would find out.
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A/N – BAH! Don't even TELL me that this took long to write, because I know it. *big grin* obviously. Last time I updated . . . July 29th?! OMG I'M SO SORRY!!! I just looked. AHHH!! That's so damn long! GEEZ!! And this chapter is so short. I'm now contemplating writing more. . . but no. I'm sorry if things are so jumbled. . . but it's been a looooong time. I keep forgetting things. . . and them having to go back and read the previous chapters. . . then I have to change things. Gah. It's all so complicated. I'm not sure if any of it makes sense, and I've got some pretty long paragraphs filled with run on sentences. But meh. What can you do? I'm just glad I have this laptop at school. I can write more.
Alright. Next chapter soon.