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Disclaimer: Harry Potter movie three comes out in less than two months! Yeah! But back to the disclaimer, I still don't own this wonderful series. :(
Draco's Spirit
Chapter Ten
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From last time:
"How? Are you two some kind of people that can speak to dead spirits? And bring them back to life?"
"I'm not going to answer that. All you need to know is that Mandela and I are students at Hogwarts, we know Draco, and we know he doesn't want to be a Death Eater."
"Hold on, Malfoy doesn't want to be a Death Eater? Why?"
"The old Draco used to want to, but he changed his mind end of fourth year after the death of one of your fellow classmates. He only came back to life because he realized that some people wanted him back."
"Ah hah! You just admitted that you met him when he was dead!"
"Scratch that last part. Well, good night Hermione." I quickly changed into my purple nightgown and climbed beneath the covers. "Uh, Hermione?"
"Yes?"
"Are we friends?"
"Looks that way."
"Would you mind not mentioning this to Harry or Ron? I really don't want them to know."
"I guess so. Well, good night Mia."
"Night Hermione."
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*Draco POV*
My sleep was disturbed by the loud snoring of Crabbe somewhere around three in the morning. Groggily, I sat up and threw my arm towards his large form. "Silencio," I said quietly, deciding to see about this wandless magic thing Mandela had mentioned. The sudden lack of noise confirmed that the spell had worked, without my wand...
Unfortunately, I was now wide awake and I don't think I'm going to be able to get back to sleep. Swinging my feet over the side of the bed, I touched the cold stone floor and shivered before wrapping a blanket around my shoulders and headed down to the Commons.
Here, it was a bit warmer, although the green fire did little to suck away the icy temperature from the drafty room. It was these times I almost wished I was a Gryffindor. Almost. I'd heard that they had a tower room that was warm and cheerful, nothing like the Slytherin dungeons. But I would never want to be one of those 'brave little souls' as they were sometimes referred to. No, I preferred to be considered sly and cunning, doing whatever we needed to do to get what we wanted.
Curling up on one of the black leather couches, I tried my luck at summoning a book from the large shelf without my wand. "Accio Hogwarts a History," I said, eyeing the huge volume. The book gave a shudder but didn't move off the shelf.
With a groan, I got off of the couch and picked up the incredibly thick and worn book. This had always been one of my favorites, seeing as if you were lucky you could sometimes discover secrets that not even the staff knew.
I was still reading, currently on chapter seventeen, Who Built Hogwarts, when footsteps came down the stairs and someone settled on the couch next to me. "Good morning Manda," I said without looking up from my book.
"Draco! It doesn't look like you got any sleep! Is something wrong?" She asked, looking at my tousled hair and the tiredness showing in my face.
"Nothing is. Just Crabbe snoring."
She giggled and looked around the room. "Hey. Where is our toad?"
"Over in the corner cowering in fear. She went there as soon as you came down."
A wicked gleam filled her eyes and a smile started on her face. "Oh? Now why would she be afraid of me? After all, I've done nothing too long lasting to her.. Draco, how about we take her to breakfast with us? I'm sure all of the houses would like to meet our new pet."
The toad gave a frightened ribbit and attempted to escape the corner and towards the girl's rooms. I raised my hand and said, "Accio Pansy toad," and the green object landed in my hand. "I'm getting to be pretty good with this wandless stuff." I said with a smirk.
"I'll watch her for a few minutes, you'd better hurry up and get dressed before part of your fan club comes down. All of the girls are starting to wake up." I nodded and disappeared up to my room, leaving Mandela with our toad.
I removed the silenceing spell off of Crabbe and at once his loud, rumbling snores echoed through the room. Blaise sat up, eyeing Crabbes' massive bulk with a glare. "Must he be so loud?" he sighed. "So, does this mean it's morning?" he asked, eyeing my prep for the day.
"Yeah. And we have a surprise at breakfast. My new toad has decided to join us."
"Do you mean Pansy?" he asked incredously, pulling a shirt over his head.
"Uh huh. I'm going to change her back in front of the entire school, hopefully she'll be embarassed. Or maybe I'll let Mandela change her back. After all, she morphed her in the first place."
"Hey, Draco? Is there something going on between you and Mandela? You both seem pretty close...."
I shook my head. "No, nothing like that. We're just really good friends."
"So, then who do you like? That new Gryffindor. You two definitely seemed to know each other, really well. God Draco, she hugged you and you didn't curse her!"
Laughing I said, "I spent quite a lot of time with Mia and I'm used to her trying to hug me. Besides, she is a really nice girl, but no, I don't like her like that."
"Then who? Come on, I'll tell you who I like...."
"Tell me first," I demanded, pulling on my shoes.
"Um.... No one yet...."
"Liar. Who?"
"Seriously Draco, no one. But I know you do. So spit it out."
I threw my robe around me and made to exit the room. But I paused right before the door and turned around. "Hermione," I said and then left, leaving a dumbstruck Blaise in my wake.
Mandela and I left the Slytherin dungeons, Mandela holding the toad who was still struggling vainly to escape the plans we had set up for her. On our way down, who did we crash into, but a certain four Gryffindors.
Mia raced up to me and threw her arms around my neck, her morning greeting besides, 'Mudfin?' "Good morning Draco," she sang. "When did you get a toad?" Mandela and I looked at each other and broke into laughter, getting weird looks from the Gryffindor trio. Me laughing, never?
"You'll see soon enough," said Mandela, smiling evily at the green amphibian, who was still trying to get free of Mandela's grasp.
Mia smirked, "This is going to be fun." Then she looped one arm through my left and Mandela took my right and we started down the hall, talking and laughing. Hey, that's twice I've left dumbstruck people in one day...
When we entered the Hall, the three of us seperated for our tables, Mia headed for the Gryffindor one, where she promptly sat next to Potter. If I didn't know better, I'd say Mia was starting to think of Potter as more than a friend... I'd have to talk to her.
During breakfast, Mandela and I had decided that was when we'd release the toad. I'd do it with my wandless magic, so that no one knew who did cast the spell in the first place. I mean, Pansy would never admit that she was cursed by someone other than an evil Gryffindor and all the Slytherins knew to keep quiet.
"Okay Draco, this is it," whispered Mandela. "I set her up on the head table right next to Dumbledore. Currently, he thinks she is a statue because I put a body bind charm on her, so man will he be surprised."
"What have I done to you?" I groaned, putting my head in my hands. "I've made a monster. Alright... Here I go..."
I raised my arm towards the head table and the frog, which was currently sitting on Dumbledore's hand, who looked like he was examining it. Gulping I said, barely above a whisper, "Unamorph."
I watched in horror, Mandela with fascination, as a familiar girl began to sprout. The toad got bigger, legs started to form, the green skin changed to a light pink, brown curly hair started to show until soon, Pansy was sitting on Professor Dumbledore's lap, her cheeks bright pink. The only thing I can say is I'm glad she transformed *with* robes on.
"Ms. Parkinson? Would you mind getting off my knees?" asked Dumbledore cheerfully. "I'm afraid I can't reach my breakfast." The girl hastily scrambled away and shooting Mandela a glare of hatred, fled the Hall.
I could hear Mia's laughter bouncing off the walls, unfortunately the only one at the second laughing. But soon, several of the Gryffindors started to chuckle, and when McGonagall busted, the whole hall blew up in laughter, partly at Mia's high laugh, at Pansy, and at the red faced Transfiguration professor who was clutching onto the front of Snape's robes for support.
Mandela was crying next to me, banging her fist on the table and splattering oatmeal on anyone in a three foot range, which included me. Mia ran over and threw her arms around me for the second time that day. "That was the best Draco!" she cried. "Can we do it again?"
"Not today Mia... But next time you see her, you turn her into a toad... I don't want Mandela doing that again, it's scary."
"Alright, I'll do so!" she laughed, bouncing up and down in place, my body going up and down with her.
"Hey, uh Mia? Can you let go of my neck? I can't breathe..."
"Oops! Sorry Draco." The pink haired girl let go of my neck with a laugh. "Well, I'd better be going, lots to do. Like classes! You should probably leave too Draco! See ya later!" She rushed off to join the trio who were leaving the Hall.
"Come on Manda, I'll bring you to our class, Transfiguration.... Although I can't promise you much of a class.. McGonagall still looks out of it..."
During class, I couldn't help but smirk seeing as my hunch had proved correct. Class was just a huge do whatever you want kind of day since our teacher just sat up at her desk laughing. Once in a while, she'd regain composure, only to see Pansy in the corner, several Slytherins comforting her, and then burst into laughter again.
I was a bit worried about the entire thing. On her first day here, Mandela had made a pretty powerful enemy, seeing as Pansy had a huge amount of control over the Slytherins girls. If they were to gang up on her for what Mandela did to their leader, she would be in serious trouble. I'd invite her to my dormitories, but I don't really think that would work out.
Blaise siddled away from the window and sat down next to me, an excited look on his face. "Did you mean what you said earlier?" he asked, brushing a stray lock of his brown hair off of his face. "About Hermione I mean."
"Why would I lie?" I said calmly.
"But Draco... If your father found out you liked a muggleborn..."
"He won't find out, will he Blaise?" I asked, turning so my piercing silver eyes were looking directly at his hazel. "You're the only one that knows and if he ever finds out, I know who is to blame."
"Could be me," piped up Mandela. "But what reason would I have for talking to him? And speaking of your dad Draco, what about your mom? And about our little talk last night? Hmmm?"
"Can we not talk about that right now?" I asked testily. "I'm not really in the mood and I haven't decided on an answer yet, okay?"
"Fine, alright. But you had better decide soon." Blaise listened to this entire conversation with a look of understanding on his face, which I didn't really get.
"Hey Draco?" he asked. "Um, kind of personal question, but does your dad um... hurt your mom?"
It was mine and Mandela's turn to give him looks of surprise. "How would you know about that?" I asked icily.
"He uses her to get to you, doesn't he? So that you'll do what he says. And if you still don't do as he asks, he'll hurt you, am I right?"
"Blaise," I growled, a hint of warning in my voice.
"So it's true? Thought so."
"How do you know that?"
"Same thing happens at my house. It sucks when you don't want to be a Death Eater." He shrugged and gazed at our class, most of them who would soon become part of Voldemort's clan. "My mother committed suicide two years ago to escape from it all."
"What! But that means it was during fourth year..."
"Yeah, she did it once she heard he was back. Said there was no reason to go on living, except for me, but she didn't want to be subject to the pain any longer."
"Was your mom a Death Eater?" I asked. My mom wasn't, although to the public she fully supported my father's ideals.
"No. She absolutely refused to get involved with them. I miss her..." he said wistfully, his eyes misting over.
Mandela reached over and gave him a hug. "I'm sorry..."
"It's okay. I'm over it." He glanced at the hourglass on McGonagall's desk. "Class is about to end. You have Ancient Runes, right Draco?"
"Yeah, but Mandela has Muggle Studies..."
"I'll take her, it's on the way to my dinivation class." Mandela beamed and nodded, agreeing with this arrangement. When the last drop of sand ran out, I headed for the East wing of the building and Blaise took Mandela in the other direction. At least she had two people she could trust in her house.
We met later for lunch and then headed to Potions together, which we had with the Gryffindors. As soon as we got near the class, sounds of glass breaking reached our ears. Exchanging looks, we took off for the class.
Inside looked like a war zone. Smashed bottles lay all over the floor, their contents spilled. Shelves were collapsed and several cauldrons were upturned. Mia stood in the middle of it all, her wand in hand, tears in the corners of her eyes.
Snape stood a few feet from the general mess, coated in frog skins. "What is going on?" he asked forcefully, looking at the Gryffindor.
"I...I... I didn't mean to... I just meant to put the bottle back on the shelf and... this... this...." The tears started to stream down her face, knowing she was in big trouble.
"Very well. 100 points from-"
"It's my fault Professor." Snape turned to look at me as I strode into the classroom.
"Mr. Malfoy? *Your*fault?"
"Yes Professor. I jinxed her wand."
"I'm very disappointed in you Draco. Fifty points from Slytherin and a weeks worth of detention. I can not believe that one of my own house would do something like this..."
Gryffindors and Slytherins alike stood gaping at me, not believing that I had just taken the blame for not only someone else, but a Gryffindor. Ignoring their stares, I sat down in my seat after muttering a cleaning spell.
I knew it was partially my fault. I didn't jinx her wand like I'd said I'd done, but I was the reason she was down in the Human World and my fault she didn't know magic. I'm not really sure how Manda knew it, but that's not the problem. There's no reason that she should take the full blame, she was only trying to help after all.
After a very quiet class, since everyone was to afraid of Snape, still covered in frog skins, to make so much as a peep, Mia ran over to me, tears streaming down her face. "I am so sorry Draco, I didn't mean for you to get in trouble. But why did you take the blame, you didn't do anything!"
I was very aware of the whole Gryffindor students watching me, but I slung an arm comfortingly around her shoulders. "Because it is partially my fault," I whispered. "Now come on, it's time for dinner."
Guiding her out of the room, I led her to the Great Hall and over to the Gryffindor table. "No," she protested. "I want to sit with you."
"Alright, fine." She came over to my table and sat between Mandela and myself. I was pretty worried for her safety at the moment. She was a Gryffindor at a Slytherin table, I took the blame for her and caused my house to lose points, and was getting most of my attention. Not a good thing.
As soon as dinner was over, I turned to Mandela. "Could you take Mia up to the tower? I don't want her walking alone."
"Sure. Come on Mia," she said gently, taking the distraught girl by her hand and leading her out of the Hall. I smiled, as my two real friends walked away. Grabbing my bookbag, I headed out as well, but headed for the dungeons.
I was about halfway there when my path was blocked by a familiar red- haired weasel. "Move out of the way Weasley," I sneered.
"No, I'm afraid not Malfoy. I wanted to ask you about something."
"Make it quick Weasel, I've got places to be."
"Yeah, sure you do. Is it Mia or Mandela this time?"
"What?" Okay, now he had my attention, what the heck was he talking about.
"So you're not going to admit it? Do either of them even know that you're playing with the other?"
"What are you talking about Weasel? Those two are just my friends!"
"They sure picked an awful person to hang around with then."
My hands clenched into fists at my sides. "Don't you dare insult them," I growled. "They're better than precious Potter and the Mudblood."
With a roar, he tackled me and I flew against the wall. "Don't insult my friends then Malfoy. I just can't wait to tell them about the way you're using them. See ya."
He turned and walked off down the hall. I could feel myself seething. How dare he even think I was friends with Mia and Mandela for that reason. Sure, they were both really pretty, but that was no excuse for him.
My whole frame began to shake with anger, watching him just walking away. I raised my hand to use a bit of wandless magic, but felt my mouth open with surprise as my index finger began to glow a soft silver.
I pointed it away from me, not sure of what was happening, but not wanting to be in the path of the light ball. The silver ball glowed brighter, got bigger, and then flew off my finger, headed straight for Weasley.
It slammed right into his back before he even saw it coming. And he didn't get up.... I summed up the scene in my head. I *think* I just killed a student, am standing in the hall with his body and have absolutely no idea what I did. I did the most sensible thing I could think of doing at this time.... I ran.
*End Draco POV*
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"Are you sure about this Leila? It doesn't feel right..."
"Of course I'm sure. Tobin would never lie to us, he is under our service. Think about it Zareh, we could become even more powerful than Voldemort!"
"But we're stealing.. This isn't right." responded the green eyed boy.
"Don't you wish to punish them? Look at what happened to us Zareh! They changed us and made us who we are. We never asked for this life of darkness and lies."
"But all we are doing is carrying on what they would want us to do. We should use our powers for good, not the evil ways they use us for."
"NO! It is time we get revenge. They hurt us Zareh, in ways humans could not even imagine. We used to be that way, a normal person. But then remember Zareh, when they found out we had no magic in us? Do you remember what happened!"
The spiky electric blue haired boy didn't answer his twin. He looked around at the huge vault they were standing in front of, full of treasures, that would soon be missing its most important two.
"Are you listening to me Zareh?" asked the black haired girl. "Since Mother and Father have worked for him, we have always been cast aside. But then they found a use for us, altering our natural human bodies. They changed us to wreak havoc on helpless muggles. We must now fight and overtake them."
"But prophecy says that only Harry Potter can kill him."
"Screw Potter. We're going to do this. Now freeze the door, we're busting in."
"I do want revenge Leila, but not like this.... Although you're always normally right. Fine." A cold wind started to form around the teen and his hair was ruffled slightly by the wind. "FREEZING WIND!" he yelled, and at once, the cold air rushed from around his frame and slammed into the huge metal door, ice crystals covering it.
"Good job," complimented the ice blue eyed girl. "My turn." From underneath her nearly waist length hair, she pulled out a small seed. "Boom seed," she said, eyeing the little green seed. "Do your work." She threw it at the frozen door and it exploded, easier because the metal was frozen and didn't make such a loud noise to alert the guards. "Let's go," she whispered, stealing forward.
Zareh sighed and followed his sister into the dimly lit vault. "Here they are," she said, excitement mounting in her voice. "This is for you Zareh." She held out a small mirror that had a silver rim. "It's called the Mirror of Darkness." He nodded and accepted the gift, slipping it into his pocket.
"And here's mine," she said gleefully, holding up a feather. "The Dark Phoenix Feather. Now hurry, we must leave. Sina's guards will wake soon from the sleeping plant I gave them earlier."
She quickly exited the vault and disappeared down the corridor, Zareh following her, only too happy to leave.
If Leila was right, they would have their revenge. And revenge would taste oh so sweet...
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Author's Notes:
If you're a tad confused about that last part... Well you should be. Hopefully you figured a few things out about them though. Basics are they're twins, have powers, and hate Voldemort for some reason. Can anyone guess who I based them off of from the YYH story line? ^^
Just so you know, Leila means Dark Beauty in Arabic. I think it fits her character really well. Zareh means Protector in Armenian. His explanation will come later... ^^
I'd really really really really really appreciate it if you could all review. The story isn't getting as many as it used to and I'm not sure if it is dropping in popularity or what. So reviews are appreciated! Thanx!
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Reviewer's Comments:
~*~coffeentoffee~*~ Yep, rocky road! ^^ Since you follow YYH storyline, you should be able to pick out his Spirit Detectives! ^^ Although I'm not saying I'm not going to add more! Yeah demons! As you can see, I had him have a spirit gun, and he will have some other attacks! Yeah!
~*~AnimegirlH~*~ Yep, poor poor Draco. And now it looks like he has a side misson.. who are Leila and Zareh and what did they steal from Sina? What do these two items do? Only time will tell! ^^
~*~LishaChan~*~ How did a pen give you cuts? Pansy toads sure are cute! ^^ Honestly, she probably looked better as a toad! ^^ Mia's lucky no one has asked her again about Draco... but how long will that last?
~*~Ryo Akuinenn~*~ To tell the truth, how does a Dark Tournament sound to you? After Voldemort dies (poor Voldie... NOT) a new dark lord takes over and realizes he has to get Draco out of the way! I'm already planning it! ^^
~*~Just-some-girl1~*~ Thanks for the review! Can't wait to see you next chappie!
~*~Stormy Skies~*~ Turning Pansy into a toad was my highlight of the chappie (for me anyways) Yeah, Mia really needs to watch her mouth. And as seen this chapter, her wand....
~*~i am da bubble~*~ Hey! You used my quote! ^^ Hmmmm wonder who the unknown person is.... hehe, see ya later!
~*~Dracowar~*~ Isn't the Kamehamea Wave from DBZ? Well, I'm giving him other attacks besides Spirit Gun... See ya later!
~*~BrittneyAnna~*~ Yeah, Mia and Harry would make a cute couple. ^^ The hyper one with the fearless one, yep a good but dangerous match. I really liked your idea of the color so I used silver. Thanks for the suggestion!
~*~Devils-fire~*~ 10/10 Woah, man do I feel loved! ^^ Yep, all of this stuff is leading up... Ja na!
~*~D-Caf(aka Sandr~*~ A little. Yusuke is more blunt where as Draco isn't and you want the attack to reflect the character. I can try to work on that a bit! Is that what you meant?
~*~Baby Goo Goo 2~*~ Thanks a bunch! ^^ I luv it too!
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Disclaimer: Harry Potter movie three comes out in less than two months! Yeah! But back to the disclaimer, I still don't own this wonderful series. :(
Draco's Spirit
Chapter Ten
'...' indicates thought
*...* indicates emphasis
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From last time:
"How? Are you two some kind of people that can speak to dead spirits? And bring them back to life?"
"I'm not going to answer that. All you need to know is that Mandela and I are students at Hogwarts, we know Draco, and we know he doesn't want to be a Death Eater."
"Hold on, Malfoy doesn't want to be a Death Eater? Why?"
"The old Draco used to want to, but he changed his mind end of fourth year after the death of one of your fellow classmates. He only came back to life because he realized that some people wanted him back."
"Ah hah! You just admitted that you met him when he was dead!"
"Scratch that last part. Well, good night Hermione." I quickly changed into my purple nightgown and climbed beneath the covers. "Uh, Hermione?"
"Yes?"
"Are we friends?"
"Looks that way."
"Would you mind not mentioning this to Harry or Ron? I really don't want them to know."
"I guess so. Well, good night Mia."
"Night Hermione."
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*Draco POV*
My sleep was disturbed by the loud snoring of Crabbe somewhere around three in the morning. Groggily, I sat up and threw my arm towards his large form. "Silencio," I said quietly, deciding to see about this wandless magic thing Mandela had mentioned. The sudden lack of noise confirmed that the spell had worked, without my wand...
Unfortunately, I was now wide awake and I don't think I'm going to be able to get back to sleep. Swinging my feet over the side of the bed, I touched the cold stone floor and shivered before wrapping a blanket around my shoulders and headed down to the Commons.
Here, it was a bit warmer, although the green fire did little to suck away the icy temperature from the drafty room. It was these times I almost wished I was a Gryffindor. Almost. I'd heard that they had a tower room that was warm and cheerful, nothing like the Slytherin dungeons. But I would never want to be one of those 'brave little souls' as they were sometimes referred to. No, I preferred to be considered sly and cunning, doing whatever we needed to do to get what we wanted.
Curling up on one of the black leather couches, I tried my luck at summoning a book from the large shelf without my wand. "Accio Hogwarts a History," I said, eyeing the huge volume. The book gave a shudder but didn't move off the shelf.
With a groan, I got off of the couch and picked up the incredibly thick and worn book. This had always been one of my favorites, seeing as if you were lucky you could sometimes discover secrets that not even the staff knew.
I was still reading, currently on chapter seventeen, Who Built Hogwarts, when footsteps came down the stairs and someone settled on the couch next to me. "Good morning Manda," I said without looking up from my book.
"Draco! It doesn't look like you got any sleep! Is something wrong?" She asked, looking at my tousled hair and the tiredness showing in my face.
"Nothing is. Just Crabbe snoring."
She giggled and looked around the room. "Hey. Where is our toad?"
"Over in the corner cowering in fear. She went there as soon as you came down."
A wicked gleam filled her eyes and a smile started on her face. "Oh? Now why would she be afraid of me? After all, I've done nothing too long lasting to her.. Draco, how about we take her to breakfast with us? I'm sure all of the houses would like to meet our new pet."
The toad gave a frightened ribbit and attempted to escape the corner and towards the girl's rooms. I raised my hand and said, "Accio Pansy toad," and the green object landed in my hand. "I'm getting to be pretty good with this wandless stuff." I said with a smirk.
"I'll watch her for a few minutes, you'd better hurry up and get dressed before part of your fan club comes down. All of the girls are starting to wake up." I nodded and disappeared up to my room, leaving Mandela with our toad.
I removed the silenceing spell off of Crabbe and at once his loud, rumbling snores echoed through the room. Blaise sat up, eyeing Crabbes' massive bulk with a glare. "Must he be so loud?" he sighed. "So, does this mean it's morning?" he asked, eyeing my prep for the day.
"Yeah. And we have a surprise at breakfast. My new toad has decided to join us."
"Do you mean Pansy?" he asked incredously, pulling a shirt over his head.
"Uh huh. I'm going to change her back in front of the entire school, hopefully she'll be embarassed. Or maybe I'll let Mandela change her back. After all, she morphed her in the first place."
"Hey, Draco? Is there something going on between you and Mandela? You both seem pretty close...."
I shook my head. "No, nothing like that. We're just really good friends."
"So, then who do you like? That new Gryffindor. You two definitely seemed to know each other, really well. God Draco, she hugged you and you didn't curse her!"
Laughing I said, "I spent quite a lot of time with Mia and I'm used to her trying to hug me. Besides, she is a really nice girl, but no, I don't like her like that."
"Then who? Come on, I'll tell you who I like...."
"Tell me first," I demanded, pulling on my shoes.
"Um.... No one yet...."
"Liar. Who?"
"Seriously Draco, no one. But I know you do. So spit it out."
I threw my robe around me and made to exit the room. But I paused right before the door and turned around. "Hermione," I said and then left, leaving a dumbstruck Blaise in my wake.
Mandela and I left the Slytherin dungeons, Mandela holding the toad who was still struggling vainly to escape the plans we had set up for her. On our way down, who did we crash into, but a certain four Gryffindors.
Mia raced up to me and threw her arms around my neck, her morning greeting besides, 'Mudfin?' "Good morning Draco," she sang. "When did you get a toad?" Mandela and I looked at each other and broke into laughter, getting weird looks from the Gryffindor trio. Me laughing, never?
"You'll see soon enough," said Mandela, smiling evily at the green amphibian, who was still trying to get free of Mandela's grasp.
Mia smirked, "This is going to be fun." Then she looped one arm through my left and Mandela took my right and we started down the hall, talking and laughing. Hey, that's twice I've left dumbstruck people in one day...
When we entered the Hall, the three of us seperated for our tables, Mia headed for the Gryffindor one, where she promptly sat next to Potter. If I didn't know better, I'd say Mia was starting to think of Potter as more than a friend... I'd have to talk to her.
During breakfast, Mandela and I had decided that was when we'd release the toad. I'd do it with my wandless magic, so that no one knew who did cast the spell in the first place. I mean, Pansy would never admit that she was cursed by someone other than an evil Gryffindor and all the Slytherins knew to keep quiet.
"Okay Draco, this is it," whispered Mandela. "I set her up on the head table right next to Dumbledore. Currently, he thinks she is a statue because I put a body bind charm on her, so man will he be surprised."
"What have I done to you?" I groaned, putting my head in my hands. "I've made a monster. Alright... Here I go..."
I raised my arm towards the head table and the frog, which was currently sitting on Dumbledore's hand, who looked like he was examining it. Gulping I said, barely above a whisper, "Unamorph."
I watched in horror, Mandela with fascination, as a familiar girl began to sprout. The toad got bigger, legs started to form, the green skin changed to a light pink, brown curly hair started to show until soon, Pansy was sitting on Professor Dumbledore's lap, her cheeks bright pink. The only thing I can say is I'm glad she transformed *with* robes on.
"Ms. Parkinson? Would you mind getting off my knees?" asked Dumbledore cheerfully. "I'm afraid I can't reach my breakfast." The girl hastily scrambled away and shooting Mandela a glare of hatred, fled the Hall.
I could hear Mia's laughter bouncing off the walls, unfortunately the only one at the second laughing. But soon, several of the Gryffindors started to chuckle, and when McGonagall busted, the whole hall blew up in laughter, partly at Mia's high laugh, at Pansy, and at the red faced Transfiguration professor who was clutching onto the front of Snape's robes for support.
Mandela was crying next to me, banging her fist on the table and splattering oatmeal on anyone in a three foot range, which included me. Mia ran over and threw her arms around me for the second time that day. "That was the best Draco!" she cried. "Can we do it again?"
"Not today Mia... But next time you see her, you turn her into a toad... I don't want Mandela doing that again, it's scary."
"Alright, I'll do so!" she laughed, bouncing up and down in place, my body going up and down with her.
"Hey, uh Mia? Can you let go of my neck? I can't breathe..."
"Oops! Sorry Draco." The pink haired girl let go of my neck with a laugh. "Well, I'd better be going, lots to do. Like classes! You should probably leave too Draco! See ya later!" She rushed off to join the trio who were leaving the Hall.
"Come on Manda, I'll bring you to our class, Transfiguration.... Although I can't promise you much of a class.. McGonagall still looks out of it..."
During class, I couldn't help but smirk seeing as my hunch had proved correct. Class was just a huge do whatever you want kind of day since our teacher just sat up at her desk laughing. Once in a while, she'd regain composure, only to see Pansy in the corner, several Slytherins comforting her, and then burst into laughter again.
I was a bit worried about the entire thing. On her first day here, Mandela had made a pretty powerful enemy, seeing as Pansy had a huge amount of control over the Slytherins girls. If they were to gang up on her for what Mandela did to their leader, she would be in serious trouble. I'd invite her to my dormitories, but I don't really think that would work out.
Blaise siddled away from the window and sat down next to me, an excited look on his face. "Did you mean what you said earlier?" he asked, brushing a stray lock of his brown hair off of his face. "About Hermione I mean."
"Why would I lie?" I said calmly.
"But Draco... If your father found out you liked a muggleborn..."
"He won't find out, will he Blaise?" I asked, turning so my piercing silver eyes were looking directly at his hazel. "You're the only one that knows and if he ever finds out, I know who is to blame."
"Could be me," piped up Mandela. "But what reason would I have for talking to him? And speaking of your dad Draco, what about your mom? And about our little talk last night? Hmmm?"
"Can we not talk about that right now?" I asked testily. "I'm not really in the mood and I haven't decided on an answer yet, okay?"
"Fine, alright. But you had better decide soon." Blaise listened to this entire conversation with a look of understanding on his face, which I didn't really get.
"Hey Draco?" he asked. "Um, kind of personal question, but does your dad um... hurt your mom?"
It was mine and Mandela's turn to give him looks of surprise. "How would you know about that?" I asked icily.
"He uses her to get to you, doesn't he? So that you'll do what he says. And if you still don't do as he asks, he'll hurt you, am I right?"
"Blaise," I growled, a hint of warning in my voice.
"So it's true? Thought so."
"How do you know that?"
"Same thing happens at my house. It sucks when you don't want to be a Death Eater." He shrugged and gazed at our class, most of them who would soon become part of Voldemort's clan. "My mother committed suicide two years ago to escape from it all."
"What! But that means it was during fourth year..."
"Yeah, she did it once she heard he was back. Said there was no reason to go on living, except for me, but she didn't want to be subject to the pain any longer."
"Was your mom a Death Eater?" I asked. My mom wasn't, although to the public she fully supported my father's ideals.
"No. She absolutely refused to get involved with them. I miss her..." he said wistfully, his eyes misting over.
Mandela reached over and gave him a hug. "I'm sorry..."
"It's okay. I'm over it." He glanced at the hourglass on McGonagall's desk. "Class is about to end. You have Ancient Runes, right Draco?"
"Yeah, but Mandela has Muggle Studies..."
"I'll take her, it's on the way to my dinivation class." Mandela beamed and nodded, agreeing with this arrangement. When the last drop of sand ran out, I headed for the East wing of the building and Blaise took Mandela in the other direction. At least she had two people she could trust in her house.
We met later for lunch and then headed to Potions together, which we had with the Gryffindors. As soon as we got near the class, sounds of glass breaking reached our ears. Exchanging looks, we took off for the class.
Inside looked like a war zone. Smashed bottles lay all over the floor, their contents spilled. Shelves were collapsed and several cauldrons were upturned. Mia stood in the middle of it all, her wand in hand, tears in the corners of her eyes.
Snape stood a few feet from the general mess, coated in frog skins. "What is going on?" he asked forcefully, looking at the Gryffindor.
"I...I... I didn't mean to... I just meant to put the bottle back on the shelf and... this... this...." The tears started to stream down her face, knowing she was in big trouble.
"Very well. 100 points from-"
"It's my fault Professor." Snape turned to look at me as I strode into the classroom.
"Mr. Malfoy? *Your*fault?"
"Yes Professor. I jinxed her wand."
"I'm very disappointed in you Draco. Fifty points from Slytherin and a weeks worth of detention. I can not believe that one of my own house would do something like this..."
Gryffindors and Slytherins alike stood gaping at me, not believing that I had just taken the blame for not only someone else, but a Gryffindor. Ignoring their stares, I sat down in my seat after muttering a cleaning spell.
I knew it was partially my fault. I didn't jinx her wand like I'd said I'd done, but I was the reason she was down in the Human World and my fault she didn't know magic. I'm not really sure how Manda knew it, but that's not the problem. There's no reason that she should take the full blame, she was only trying to help after all.
After a very quiet class, since everyone was to afraid of Snape, still covered in frog skins, to make so much as a peep, Mia ran over to me, tears streaming down her face. "I am so sorry Draco, I didn't mean for you to get in trouble. But why did you take the blame, you didn't do anything!"
I was very aware of the whole Gryffindor students watching me, but I slung an arm comfortingly around her shoulders. "Because it is partially my fault," I whispered. "Now come on, it's time for dinner."
Guiding her out of the room, I led her to the Great Hall and over to the Gryffindor table. "No," she protested. "I want to sit with you."
"Alright, fine." She came over to my table and sat between Mandela and myself. I was pretty worried for her safety at the moment. She was a Gryffindor at a Slytherin table, I took the blame for her and caused my house to lose points, and was getting most of my attention. Not a good thing.
As soon as dinner was over, I turned to Mandela. "Could you take Mia up to the tower? I don't want her walking alone."
"Sure. Come on Mia," she said gently, taking the distraught girl by her hand and leading her out of the Hall. I smiled, as my two real friends walked away. Grabbing my bookbag, I headed out as well, but headed for the dungeons.
I was about halfway there when my path was blocked by a familiar red- haired weasel. "Move out of the way Weasley," I sneered.
"No, I'm afraid not Malfoy. I wanted to ask you about something."
"Make it quick Weasel, I've got places to be."
"Yeah, sure you do. Is it Mia or Mandela this time?"
"What?" Okay, now he had my attention, what the heck was he talking about.
"So you're not going to admit it? Do either of them even know that you're playing with the other?"
"What are you talking about Weasel? Those two are just my friends!"
"They sure picked an awful person to hang around with then."
My hands clenched into fists at my sides. "Don't you dare insult them," I growled. "They're better than precious Potter and the Mudblood."
With a roar, he tackled me and I flew against the wall. "Don't insult my friends then Malfoy. I just can't wait to tell them about the way you're using them. See ya."
He turned and walked off down the hall. I could feel myself seething. How dare he even think I was friends with Mia and Mandela for that reason. Sure, they were both really pretty, but that was no excuse for him.
My whole frame began to shake with anger, watching him just walking away. I raised my hand to use a bit of wandless magic, but felt my mouth open with surprise as my index finger began to glow a soft silver.
I pointed it away from me, not sure of what was happening, but not wanting to be in the path of the light ball. The silver ball glowed brighter, got bigger, and then flew off my finger, headed straight for Weasley.
It slammed right into his back before he even saw it coming. And he didn't get up.... I summed up the scene in my head. I *think* I just killed a student, am standing in the hall with his body and have absolutely no idea what I did. I did the most sensible thing I could think of doing at this time.... I ran.
*End Draco POV*
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"Are you sure about this Leila? It doesn't feel right..."
"Of course I'm sure. Tobin would never lie to us, he is under our service. Think about it Zareh, we could become even more powerful than Voldemort!"
"But we're stealing.. This isn't right." responded the green eyed boy.
"Don't you wish to punish them? Look at what happened to us Zareh! They changed us and made us who we are. We never asked for this life of darkness and lies."
"But all we are doing is carrying on what they would want us to do. We should use our powers for good, not the evil ways they use us for."
"NO! It is time we get revenge. They hurt us Zareh, in ways humans could not even imagine. We used to be that way, a normal person. But then remember Zareh, when they found out we had no magic in us? Do you remember what happened!"
The spiky electric blue haired boy didn't answer his twin. He looked around at the huge vault they were standing in front of, full of treasures, that would soon be missing its most important two.
"Are you listening to me Zareh?" asked the black haired girl. "Since Mother and Father have worked for him, we have always been cast aside. But then they found a use for us, altering our natural human bodies. They changed us to wreak havoc on helpless muggles. We must now fight and overtake them."
"But prophecy says that only Harry Potter can kill him."
"Screw Potter. We're going to do this. Now freeze the door, we're busting in."
"I do want revenge Leila, but not like this.... Although you're always normally right. Fine." A cold wind started to form around the teen and his hair was ruffled slightly by the wind. "FREEZING WIND!" he yelled, and at once, the cold air rushed from around his frame and slammed into the huge metal door, ice crystals covering it.
"Good job," complimented the ice blue eyed girl. "My turn." From underneath her nearly waist length hair, she pulled out a small seed. "Boom seed," she said, eyeing the little green seed. "Do your work." She threw it at the frozen door and it exploded, easier because the metal was frozen and didn't make such a loud noise to alert the guards. "Let's go," she whispered, stealing forward.
Zareh sighed and followed his sister into the dimly lit vault. "Here they are," she said, excitement mounting in her voice. "This is for you Zareh." She held out a small mirror that had a silver rim. "It's called the Mirror of Darkness." He nodded and accepted the gift, slipping it into his pocket.
"And here's mine," she said gleefully, holding up a feather. "The Dark Phoenix Feather. Now hurry, we must leave. Sina's guards will wake soon from the sleeping plant I gave them earlier."
She quickly exited the vault and disappeared down the corridor, Zareh following her, only too happy to leave.
If Leila was right, they would have their revenge. And revenge would taste oh so sweet...
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Author's Notes:
If you're a tad confused about that last part... Well you should be. Hopefully you figured a few things out about them though. Basics are they're twins, have powers, and hate Voldemort for some reason. Can anyone guess who I based them off of from the YYH story line? ^^
Just so you know, Leila means Dark Beauty in Arabic. I think it fits her character really well. Zareh means Protector in Armenian. His explanation will come later... ^^
I'd really really really really really appreciate it if you could all review. The story isn't getting as many as it used to and I'm not sure if it is dropping in popularity or what. So reviews are appreciated! Thanx!
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Reviewer's Comments:
~*~coffeentoffee~*~ Yep, rocky road! ^^ Since you follow YYH storyline, you should be able to pick out his Spirit Detectives! ^^ Although I'm not saying I'm not going to add more! Yeah demons! As you can see, I had him have a spirit gun, and he will have some other attacks! Yeah!
~*~AnimegirlH~*~ Yep, poor poor Draco. And now it looks like he has a side misson.. who are Leila and Zareh and what did they steal from Sina? What do these two items do? Only time will tell! ^^
~*~LishaChan~*~ How did a pen give you cuts? Pansy toads sure are cute! ^^ Honestly, she probably looked better as a toad! ^^ Mia's lucky no one has asked her again about Draco... but how long will that last?
~*~Ryo Akuinenn~*~ To tell the truth, how does a Dark Tournament sound to you? After Voldemort dies (poor Voldie... NOT) a new dark lord takes over and realizes he has to get Draco out of the way! I'm already planning it! ^^
~*~Just-some-girl1~*~ Thanks for the review! Can't wait to see you next chappie!
~*~Stormy Skies~*~ Turning Pansy into a toad was my highlight of the chappie (for me anyways) Yeah, Mia really needs to watch her mouth. And as seen this chapter, her wand....
~*~i am da bubble~*~ Hey! You used my quote! ^^ Hmmmm wonder who the unknown person is.... hehe, see ya later!
~*~Dracowar~*~ Isn't the Kamehamea Wave from DBZ? Well, I'm giving him other attacks besides Spirit Gun... See ya later!
~*~BrittneyAnna~*~ Yeah, Mia and Harry would make a cute couple. ^^ The hyper one with the fearless one, yep a good but dangerous match. I really liked your idea of the color so I used silver. Thanks for the suggestion!
~*~Devils-fire~*~ 10/10 Woah, man do I feel loved! ^^ Yep, all of this stuff is leading up... Ja na!
~*~D-Caf(aka Sandr~*~ A little. Yusuke is more blunt where as Draco isn't and you want the attack to reflect the character. I can try to work on that a bit! Is that what you meant?
~*~Baby Goo Goo 2~*~ Thanks a bunch! ^^ I luv it too!
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