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Draco's Spirit
Chapter Two
Dedication: I would like to dedicate this chapter to all of my reviewers. They are:
Just Kidding Rowling CEEGEE Hiei's Firefly Thanx you guys!
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From Last Time:
"So I died? And now I'm a ghost?" I asked myself.
"Close! But not quite!" I turned in surprise and saw...
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*Draco's POV*
I blinked furiously and rubbed my eyes wen the image didn't go away.
"Are you talking to me?" I asked harshly.
"Of course silly!" She laughed. "Oh!" Her hand flew to her mouth. "I'd better introduce myself. Name's Mia."
I looked the girl up and down. She was wearing dark purple robes with the cuffs rolled back in an elegant fashion. Pastel pink hair was pulled in a high ponytail with a few tendrils framing her face. Her skin was pale and she had deep purple eyes that sparkled like diamonds.
"Mia, huh? Well Mia, would you mind telling me how you're seeing me?"
She laughed again and threw back her head. "You're so funny Draco." Mia said in her strong British accent. "First off, you're not a ghost."
I gazed at her, willing her to continue. "You are actually a spirit. As for myself, I'm the Spirit Guardian. When people die, I guide them to the gates of the Spirit World, aka Heaven. At least I should. Sometimes I drop off in Hell."
"So you're basically the Grim Reaper?"
"Yep. Cool, huh?"
Musing aloud to myself I said,"I just don't understand how an annoying prat like you can have such a grim job."
Her eyes narrowed. "You're just like my handbook said you would be."
"Pardon?"
"My handbook. Listen.
Name: Draco Malfoy
Personality: cold, mean, aggnorant prat, git, annoying, rich, rude, stuck-up jerk, and doesn't like to talk about himself. But underneath all that he cares deeply for his mother and does have a heart.
Hmmmmmm. That's hard to believe..."
"WHAT!" I reached over and tried to grab the little blue book, but it faded away into thin air. I had never lost my temper before but when someone is telling you about yourself -and some not so nice things in it- you would blow up too.
And it was then a thought struck me. "If you're the Spirit Guardian," I mocked, "am I going to Heaven or Hell?"
"Ummmmmmm...no where........." she said meekly.
"NOWHERE! WHAT IN MERLIN'S BEARD DO YOU MEAN?"
'Calm down Draco! Second time you've blown up in a less then a minute. Cool Down...' Inwardly, I breathed a calming breath and relaxed.
"What I meant to say," said Mia, surprisingly calm after my outburst," Is you are in a type of limbo. We didn't expect you to save him with your attitude, so right now you should have been alive. Because it was so unexpected, there is no place for you....yet."
"So what am I supposed to do? Float around until you guys make room for me?" I asked sarcastically.
"That's not quite it. If you want, you are being given an extremely rare chance. This only happens a few times every couple hundred million years..."
"Spit it out already!" I could tell she was getting ready to launch into a whole story about the rareness of the chance.
"What I'm trying to say," a hint of anger in her voice," is you are being given a chance to go back to life." She beamed happily, all previous anger at my shortness forgotten. "Isn't it great?"
I snorted. "Why would I want to go back? It's not like anyone cares about me."
Mia flew over to me and wrapped an arm around my shoulder. "Come on Draco, you know that isn't true."
"Yeah? Well who does?"
"Oh.....umm....ahhh...let's see...."
"Just forget it Mia. I want to go now. Just put me in a waiting room or something. But first, can we go see how the boy's doing?
Mentally, I thwacked myself upside the head. My voice had sounded pleading; Malfoys never pleaded. Never!
Mia smiled cheerfully, ignoring the first part of what I'd said. "Sure, climb on!"
I scrambled on to the broom behind her and we took off. "If you don't mind me asking," I yelled over the wind, "What broom model is this?"
"It's a Spirit! They're only available to those who can come and go from the Spirit World, like myself!"
I watched her fly, my eyes focused on her hands, the way she moved her body into the turn. She was, although I hated to admit it, an excellent rider and could rival Potter.
A few minutes we reached Saint Mungos. To my surprise, we went straight through a wall. Noticing the look on my face Mia laughed. (A/N- she laughs a lot, doesn't she?)
"You're a spirit, remember? It's basically like being a ghost at you're school, except no one has any idea that you're floating around. Ah... here we go!"
Mia had stopped outside a door which read 31246A (A/N- the #'s don't mean anything, just the first thing that came into my head.) "This is where Scott Thompson is."
We glided through the door and I crosssed the room to look at the boy. He had two bruises on his face and a long, but shallow, cut on his left arm, but otherwise looked alright.
"Hey, Mia?"
"Yes."
"Who was the guy who tried to kill the kid. And why?"
Mia got a thoughtful look on her face. "The man's name was Toby Zych, a deatheater. Scott's parents both work at the ministry in very important positions. I believe that He-who-must-not-be-named was trying to weaken them by killing their son. If he managed to do that, the parents would be overcome by greif and the ministry might crumble."
"Oh. At least the kid wasn't hurt too bad."
Mia got an amused look on her face.
"Something funny Mia?" I drawled.
"Yes, actually there is. You wasted your life and should NOT be dead right now."
"So you mean you were going to let the kid die?" I asked amazed.
"Of course not! He wasn't even supposed to get hurt at all. A man near Zych was supposed to accidently bump his arm when the spell was cast and it would hit the wall behind Scott's head."
*End Draco POV*
*Mia's POV*
He stared at me with a mixture of emotions running across his face. Surprise went to anger, went to shock and back to his normal hard and neutral face.
"Oh, lighten up! You have a chance to go back." I was hoping he would choose to try the task, but i had my doubts.
"I already told you," he growled, "I am not going back there."
I gave a defeated sigh. 'What can I do? How can I show him people need him....? Wait! That's it!'
"How about this Draco. I'll bring you to the Spirit World and you can meet Sani, the ruler. Could you just stick around until your wake? Then I'll gladly bring you to your final destination. Deal?"
"Alright." He held out his pale hand and i shook it enthuestically.
"Off to Spirit world!" I cried and took off, Draco just managing to get back on the broom.
'I hope this works. Oh please please please let this work.'
*End Mia POV*
*Arthur Weasley POV*
I was exhausted. The feeling ran throughout my body in it seemed a never ending stream. The incident in Diagon Alley plauged my mind like a horribe disease. I had been there; seen the entire thing.
A robed deatheater shoot a spell, an Avada Kervada, at Lisa and Antonio Thompson's son. A cry from the crowd and a blond head flash by. The young man shoved the boy to the pavement and hit the ground when a green light went straight through his chest.
I had rushed over with the other ministry officials and that was when all the work had started.
I had just finished the last piece of paperwork for the day and was ready to go home.
A smile graced my lips at the thought that Harry and Hermione, my youngest son's best friends, would be staying at our house untill school started, but quickly faded; I didn't have the strength to grin.
With one final look around the office I apparated.
*End Arthur POV*
*Molly Weasley POV*
The Burrow was strangely silent. My flame haired children sat around the rickety table with a brunette and an ebony haired teen evening the color out.
Ginny sat between Ron and Harry with Percy next to Harry. (A/N- In my story, Percy DID NOT leave his family for batty old Fudge) Across the table sat Fred, George, Hermione and Bill. The ends were blank for myself and Arthur. Charles had not been able to come; business in Romania.
"Mum, look." Ginny pointed to the clock. Arthur's hand had moved to traveling. I breathed a sigh of relief. We needed him so badly. We wanted answers. As soon as the crime or whatever it was had happened, anyone who was not a ministry official was asked to leave Diagon Alley. Meaning that none of us had any idea what had happened.
The next instant a small pop echoed around the quiet room and Arthur stood in the middle of the kitchen.
"Oh Arthur." I crossed the room in two strides and hugged him tightly. "Are you alright?"
He have me a weary smile. "Yes Molly dear, I'm fine. Shall we eat?" he asked, gesturing to the table.
I gave a quick nod and seated myself. After a few minutes of eating, I knew the questions had to be asked. After all, eating wasn't even satisfying. My lasanga tasted like cardboard, my pumpkin juice like dirt.
"Arthur?" I asked hesitantly. "What happened?"
"Yeah Dad," cut in Ron, "We heard it was murder."
"Was it a deatheater?"
"A crazed lunatic?"
Who died?"
"When did-"
Arthur raised his hand and the fire of questions from around the room ceased.
"Yes," he said quietly. "There was a death. Draco Malfoy was murdered this afternoon."
*************Time Passing while Mr. W explains************
(A/N- afterall, you know what happened by now. If you don't- I suggest you start from the beginning)
I stuttered over my words, not believing. "You mean that....that....Draco Malfoy...is...is dead?"
Arthur bowed his head in response.
"ALRIGHT!" Ron jumped up, his fist in the air, a grin on his face.
"RONALD JOHN WEASLEY! How can you say that?" a hint of anger in my voice.
"The slimy old ferret deserved it. He probably accidently got hit when he tried to teach the kid a lesson for not showing him proper respect."
"Ron, how can you be happy he's dead?" Hermione asked shrilly. "He may have been a git and an unreasonable prat, but he doesn't deserve to be dead!"
"Ronald." I said gravely. "We all have our own opinions, but outbursts like that should be kept quiet."
"Yes Mum." At least he had the good grace to look ashamed.
"Where was his wand?" asked Harry quietly looking at his hands, his emerald eyes shielded by his unruly hair.
"Oh, about that." Arthur cleared his throat. "His wand was at Ollivander's for 6th year examinations. If it hadn't been, he might still have been with us."
"Dad, why did Malfoy do that? Save the kid?" piped up Ginny. "Hes never cared for anyone but himself before."
"I have no idea Ginny. It's something we'll never know."
"I'm going to bed." Harry rose from the table and pushed in his chair. "G' Night everyone."
"Good night Harry. I'll be up in a minute," called Ron as Harry started up the stairs.
"Everyone," I said firmly, "It's time we all retired."
Chourses of 'Good Night Mum and Dad' rang around the room. As soon as they were all out I turned to Arthur.
"What did Lucis say about it," I asked, worried.
"Nothing. I knew Malfoys' were cold, but not even caring about your own son. I wonder, did he ever recieve any love in that mansion? ....... Good night Molly."
"Good night Arthur." I sat perfectly still, gazing at nothing, one thought running over and over in my mind.
Who was Draco Malfoy?
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Author's Notes: And there you have it, chapter two!
I was wondering, can someone explain how to make the word italic and bold? I do it, but it never comes out at fanfiction...
Also, to let minna (everyone) know, I'm not updating again until I have at least 7 reviews. Why? I like the #'s 3 and 7 together.
Oyasumi Minna! (Goodnight Everyone!) And Happy New Year!
~IcyPanther
'...' indicates thought
Draco's Spirit
Chapter Two
Dedication: I would like to dedicate this chapter to all of my reviewers. They are:
Just Kidding Rowling CEEGEE Hiei's Firefly Thanx you guys!
**************
From Last Time:
"So I died? And now I'm a ghost?" I asked myself.
"Close! But not quite!" I turned in surprise and saw...
*************************
*Draco's POV*
I blinked furiously and rubbed my eyes wen the image didn't go away.
"Are you talking to me?" I asked harshly.
"Of course silly!" She laughed. "Oh!" Her hand flew to her mouth. "I'd better introduce myself. Name's Mia."
I looked the girl up and down. She was wearing dark purple robes with the cuffs rolled back in an elegant fashion. Pastel pink hair was pulled in a high ponytail with a few tendrils framing her face. Her skin was pale and she had deep purple eyes that sparkled like diamonds.
"Mia, huh? Well Mia, would you mind telling me how you're seeing me?"
She laughed again and threw back her head. "You're so funny Draco." Mia said in her strong British accent. "First off, you're not a ghost."
I gazed at her, willing her to continue. "You are actually a spirit. As for myself, I'm the Spirit Guardian. When people die, I guide them to the gates of the Spirit World, aka Heaven. At least I should. Sometimes I drop off in Hell."
"So you're basically the Grim Reaper?"
"Yep. Cool, huh?"
Musing aloud to myself I said,"I just don't understand how an annoying prat like you can have such a grim job."
Her eyes narrowed. "You're just like my handbook said you would be."
"Pardon?"
"My handbook. Listen.
Name: Draco Malfoy
Personality: cold, mean, aggnorant prat, git, annoying, rich, rude, stuck-up jerk, and doesn't like to talk about himself. But underneath all that he cares deeply for his mother and does have a heart.
Hmmmmmm. That's hard to believe..."
"WHAT!" I reached over and tried to grab the little blue book, but it faded away into thin air. I had never lost my temper before but when someone is telling you about yourself -and some not so nice things in it- you would blow up too.
And it was then a thought struck me. "If you're the Spirit Guardian," I mocked, "am I going to Heaven or Hell?"
"Ummmmmmm...no where........." she said meekly.
"NOWHERE! WHAT IN MERLIN'S BEARD DO YOU MEAN?"
'Calm down Draco! Second time you've blown up in a less then a minute. Cool Down...' Inwardly, I breathed a calming breath and relaxed.
"What I meant to say," said Mia, surprisingly calm after my outburst," Is you are in a type of limbo. We didn't expect you to save him with your attitude, so right now you should have been alive. Because it was so unexpected, there is no place for you....yet."
"So what am I supposed to do? Float around until you guys make room for me?" I asked sarcastically.
"That's not quite it. If you want, you are being given an extremely rare chance. This only happens a few times every couple hundred million years..."
"Spit it out already!" I could tell she was getting ready to launch into a whole story about the rareness of the chance.
"What I'm trying to say," a hint of anger in her voice," is you are being given a chance to go back to life." She beamed happily, all previous anger at my shortness forgotten. "Isn't it great?"
I snorted. "Why would I want to go back? It's not like anyone cares about me."
Mia flew over to me and wrapped an arm around my shoulder. "Come on Draco, you know that isn't true."
"Yeah? Well who does?"
"Oh.....umm....ahhh...let's see...."
"Just forget it Mia. I want to go now. Just put me in a waiting room or something. But first, can we go see how the boy's doing?
Mentally, I thwacked myself upside the head. My voice had sounded pleading; Malfoys never pleaded. Never!
Mia smiled cheerfully, ignoring the first part of what I'd said. "Sure, climb on!"
I scrambled on to the broom behind her and we took off. "If you don't mind me asking," I yelled over the wind, "What broom model is this?"
"It's a Spirit! They're only available to those who can come and go from the Spirit World, like myself!"
I watched her fly, my eyes focused on her hands, the way she moved her body into the turn. She was, although I hated to admit it, an excellent rider and could rival Potter.
A few minutes we reached Saint Mungos. To my surprise, we went straight through a wall. Noticing the look on my face Mia laughed. (A/N- she laughs a lot, doesn't she?)
"You're a spirit, remember? It's basically like being a ghost at you're school, except no one has any idea that you're floating around. Ah... here we go!"
Mia had stopped outside a door which read 31246A (A/N- the #'s don't mean anything, just the first thing that came into my head.) "This is where Scott Thompson is."
We glided through the door and I crosssed the room to look at the boy. He had two bruises on his face and a long, but shallow, cut on his left arm, but otherwise looked alright.
"Hey, Mia?"
"Yes."
"Who was the guy who tried to kill the kid. And why?"
Mia got a thoughtful look on her face. "The man's name was Toby Zych, a deatheater. Scott's parents both work at the ministry in very important positions. I believe that He-who-must-not-be-named was trying to weaken them by killing their son. If he managed to do that, the parents would be overcome by greif and the ministry might crumble."
"Oh. At least the kid wasn't hurt too bad."
Mia got an amused look on her face.
"Something funny Mia?" I drawled.
"Yes, actually there is. You wasted your life and should NOT be dead right now."
"So you mean you were going to let the kid die?" I asked amazed.
"Of course not! He wasn't even supposed to get hurt at all. A man near Zych was supposed to accidently bump his arm when the spell was cast and it would hit the wall behind Scott's head."
*End Draco POV*
*Mia's POV*
He stared at me with a mixture of emotions running across his face. Surprise went to anger, went to shock and back to his normal hard and neutral face.
"Oh, lighten up! You have a chance to go back." I was hoping he would choose to try the task, but i had my doubts.
"I already told you," he growled, "I am not going back there."
I gave a defeated sigh. 'What can I do? How can I show him people need him....? Wait! That's it!'
"How about this Draco. I'll bring you to the Spirit World and you can meet Sani, the ruler. Could you just stick around until your wake? Then I'll gladly bring you to your final destination. Deal?"
"Alright." He held out his pale hand and i shook it enthuestically.
"Off to Spirit world!" I cried and took off, Draco just managing to get back on the broom.
'I hope this works. Oh please please please let this work.'
*End Mia POV*
*Arthur Weasley POV*
I was exhausted. The feeling ran throughout my body in it seemed a never ending stream. The incident in Diagon Alley plauged my mind like a horribe disease. I had been there; seen the entire thing.
A robed deatheater shoot a spell, an Avada Kervada, at Lisa and Antonio Thompson's son. A cry from the crowd and a blond head flash by. The young man shoved the boy to the pavement and hit the ground when a green light went straight through his chest.
I had rushed over with the other ministry officials and that was when all the work had started.
I had just finished the last piece of paperwork for the day and was ready to go home.
A smile graced my lips at the thought that Harry and Hermione, my youngest son's best friends, would be staying at our house untill school started, but quickly faded; I didn't have the strength to grin.
With one final look around the office I apparated.
*End Arthur POV*
*Molly Weasley POV*
The Burrow was strangely silent. My flame haired children sat around the rickety table with a brunette and an ebony haired teen evening the color out.
Ginny sat between Ron and Harry with Percy next to Harry. (A/N- In my story, Percy DID NOT leave his family for batty old Fudge) Across the table sat Fred, George, Hermione and Bill. The ends were blank for myself and Arthur. Charles had not been able to come; business in Romania.
"Mum, look." Ginny pointed to the clock. Arthur's hand had moved to traveling. I breathed a sigh of relief. We needed him so badly. We wanted answers. As soon as the crime or whatever it was had happened, anyone who was not a ministry official was asked to leave Diagon Alley. Meaning that none of us had any idea what had happened.
The next instant a small pop echoed around the quiet room and Arthur stood in the middle of the kitchen.
"Oh Arthur." I crossed the room in two strides and hugged him tightly. "Are you alright?"
He have me a weary smile. "Yes Molly dear, I'm fine. Shall we eat?" he asked, gesturing to the table.
I gave a quick nod and seated myself. After a few minutes of eating, I knew the questions had to be asked. After all, eating wasn't even satisfying. My lasanga tasted like cardboard, my pumpkin juice like dirt.
"Arthur?" I asked hesitantly. "What happened?"
"Yeah Dad," cut in Ron, "We heard it was murder."
"Was it a deatheater?"
"A crazed lunatic?"
Who died?"
"When did-"
Arthur raised his hand and the fire of questions from around the room ceased.
"Yes," he said quietly. "There was a death. Draco Malfoy was murdered this afternoon."
*************Time Passing while Mr. W explains************
(A/N- afterall, you know what happened by now. If you don't- I suggest you start from the beginning)
I stuttered over my words, not believing. "You mean that....that....Draco Malfoy...is...is dead?"
Arthur bowed his head in response.
"ALRIGHT!" Ron jumped up, his fist in the air, a grin on his face.
"RONALD JOHN WEASLEY! How can you say that?" a hint of anger in my voice.
"The slimy old ferret deserved it. He probably accidently got hit when he tried to teach the kid a lesson for not showing him proper respect."
"Ron, how can you be happy he's dead?" Hermione asked shrilly. "He may have been a git and an unreasonable prat, but he doesn't deserve to be dead!"
"Ronald." I said gravely. "We all have our own opinions, but outbursts like that should be kept quiet."
"Yes Mum." At least he had the good grace to look ashamed.
"Where was his wand?" asked Harry quietly looking at his hands, his emerald eyes shielded by his unruly hair.
"Oh, about that." Arthur cleared his throat. "His wand was at Ollivander's for 6th year examinations. If it hadn't been, he might still have been with us."
"Dad, why did Malfoy do that? Save the kid?" piped up Ginny. "Hes never cared for anyone but himself before."
"I have no idea Ginny. It's something we'll never know."
"I'm going to bed." Harry rose from the table and pushed in his chair. "G' Night everyone."
"Good night Harry. I'll be up in a minute," called Ron as Harry started up the stairs.
"Everyone," I said firmly, "It's time we all retired."
Chourses of 'Good Night Mum and Dad' rang around the room. As soon as they were all out I turned to Arthur.
"What did Lucis say about it," I asked, worried.
"Nothing. I knew Malfoys' were cold, but not even caring about your own son. I wonder, did he ever recieve any love in that mansion? ....... Good night Molly."
"Good night Arthur." I sat perfectly still, gazing at nothing, one thought running over and over in my mind.
Who was Draco Malfoy?
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Author's Notes: And there you have it, chapter two!
I was wondering, can someone explain how to make the word italic and bold? I do it, but it never comes out at fanfiction...
Also, to let minna (everyone) know, I'm not updating again until I have at least 7 reviews. Why? I like the #'s 3 and 7 together.
Oyasumi Minna! (Goodnight Everyone!) And Happy New Year!
~IcyPanther