Note: Sorry for the fastness of the previous chapter. But this chapter will probably confuse the hell out of most of you, so I'll try and explain it as best I can.

Chapter 4

He pressed his fingers to his temples and shook his head. There was no way. No fucking way. His eyes lifted to his bed where the young girl slept, curled up and holding her head. She had been resting quite comfortably since they had brought her in his room a few hours ago. His mind was filled with different images and he shut his eyes.

She was there, damnit! I was with her! It couldn't have been a dream.

She stirred and sat up, he couldn't help but notice that look on her face, like something had shook her, deeply, and something, he thought, had. He was leaning against the wall, concealed in shadows, she squinted and blinked. She just sat there gazing at this boy who had tormented her being for years, hurt her friends and everyone she loved. Her long red hair spiraled down against her elbows, she was wearing a black shirt with slits across the stomach and a pair of matching jeans, was she wearing those before? He moved his foot and she started. He heard her intake of breath and he chuckled softly. "Have the baddies went away, Weasley?" he snarled carelessly.

"Malfoy? What am I doing in here?" she sounded groggy and lost.

"Hell if I know. They brought you here after you collapsed." He felt the monster inside him taking charge again.

"What? I don't understand." She was starting to sound weaker then she was when she had finally regained consciousness. Where had the malice come from so abruptly that it faded his other thoughts?

"Of course you don't understand. Stupidity is typical amongst you rodents, isn't it?" That's right, bite into the little girl like you've wanted to all this time. He cringed at the voice in his head. It sounded like someone he knew.

It sounded like Taka.

Draco bit his lip slightly. "So, he's looking for other vessels to live through, is he? I'm not going to let him take me over."

"Malfoy?" The girl was standing directly in front of him with this look in her eyes that told him something was wrong. Her face was plaer then normal and there was something dripping from the corner of her mouth, which he recognized as blood.

"What the f-"

"Please," she moaned and reached for his hands which he allowed her to touch. It was like being the bullet that was shot from a gun. He was sped forward through darkness at first, then the images, horrific pictures appeared in his head and he cried out.

He could see a body, a curvy female was lying clothed in gray by the fire with a dagger in her back, all her beautiful hair was soaked with mud. How was that even possible? She was placed there for a purpose, not for the obvious view of her murder, but something more, something more perplexed and damn confusing to him. Gently he crouched down beside the girl and touched a stray strand of reddish hair and slowly turned her over; she looked up at him with dead brown eyes and a smile-a spine tingling, gut-wrenching, pained smile- he sensed the shudder start deep inside and he stood. His backside hit something solid and he felt his wrists grind together.

"You're no closer to finding me then that bitch was," his voice was breezy and carefully.

"...Why...?" Draco choked out, feeling his body tremble lightly at the sight, he closed his eyes and breathed through his nose but gagged as the scent of her blood and her death invaded his nose. He sunk to his knees only to how the intruder hold on so that Malfoy was half-dragged on the floor.

"Why?" He replied in mock-tone. "Because she's weak, she's a coward, and a screw up. And, worst of all, she only has eyes for a scummy little bastard who would never have glanced twice at her if it hadn't been for me. That's right, I'm what's caused her to lose grip on reality. I pushed her mind, broke it down piece by fuckin piece. You used to wander why she'd been out of class for months at a time last year, everyone did. She was so afraid to close her eyes at night, because that's when she was most vulnerable. I'd keep her for hours at a time, making her remember horrible things. She was convinced she would never be saved. Until you came along. You were never supposed to exist in her life!"

"This isn't real," Draco murmured as Taka grabbed his hand and moved it out through the air then downward.

"Is that not real?" Gray eyes widened and he stared at his blood covered hand; it felt warm and sticky against his palm but smelled rotten. "Answer me!" The boy continued to tremble as Taka touched his hair and smiled against his ear. "How fortunate that you could not get to her in time."

"You monster."

"Thank you, Draco."

He halted and his blonde hair swept in front of his slitted eyes. "H-how?"

"You're wondering how I know your name, how I know the exact shade of your eyes," Taka's voice was soft and careless, he was loosening hid grip on Draco's arms. "Because I am you."

"Wh-what?" His voice truly sounded terrified now as he struggled to turn around, managed, and glared into the face of a man with pale eyes like his own and long waist-length silver hair.

"As you can see I'm not an exact replica of you. Just down to the eyes and the sneer; it's very Malfoyish." He smiled bitterly and inclined his head. "Somehow in my world I was sent visions of you and Ginevra, I had to find you, any way I could. I was not sent to destroy you, must you chose to believe that or not, but something happened on the way. Someone forced himself inside my head, someone I disliked very much. His name is Misturi and I do not know how he came connected to this realm."

"What's this all got to do with me and Ginny? What the hell is going on?"

"He needed your souls," Taka pressed on as if he wasn't interrupted, "two souls of two very different people, as distant as anyone can be. When you were asked to keep her safe, do you know why? Yes, yes, I did not think so. In their eyes, you are the one that will always save her. They entrusted you to keep her safe from the truth,"

"And what is the truth?" Draco snapped impatiently.

"That she, is the reincarnation of an ancient priestess known only as Kuro Megami, Black Goddess. With her past held so close to her very existance, it is her destiny to ruin our world. I have tried to stop her, to bind her, but she's becoming too powerful. You've no doubt questioned your matter in this, you need to do something to stop her. Everything she's been through is for a purpose, though you may not understand any of this, I advise you to be watchful, always one step ahead."

He looked at Draco with a quiet gaze and frowned. "It was necessary to show you this. Because it will all end this way if you do not stop her from rattling our world."

"What about that man, Misturi?"

"I will fend him off for as long as I can. You need to get back to her, she's scared."

"What happened to her when she grabbed my hand, and the blood?"

"Kuro is being mind-warped by Misturi."

"For what reason?"

"He needs her power but she's fighting him as much as she possible can without killing the girl. That, death, was never her intent when she inhabited the child. It seems like it's just a battle between Kuro and Misturi now. But your importance in this is valued."

"So I have to attempt to bring down an ancient priestess and not kill Ginny in the process?" Malofy questioned lightly, becoming befuddled.

"That's right." Taka nodded graciously.

"How the hell do you expect me to do that?"

"You'll think of something."

His eyes snapped open and he felt a seemingly heavy weight on his chest. The breathing in his ear was soft and lightly before he realized that shy, closed-off Ginny Weasley was settled on his lap, fast asleep.