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Draco's Spirit
Chapter Twelve
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(Hehe, asterisks aren't working anymore... So, just to let you all know, I'm not going to write these markings anymore, since hopefully you know what they mean. Also sections are now separated by wide spaces since asterisks or the squiggle lines aren't working.
From last time:
"Okay, so let me get this straight," I said, looking at the blond haired girl. I was dressed in my black pants and shirt, my nightclothes and she was dressed in her shorts and tank. I'd taken a shower and had just finished listening to Mandela explain about these two items and what they did and what I was supposed to do.
"Two demons, who used to be humans, took two items that are deadly and are running around with them for an unknown purpose. And you want me to go track them down and arrest them?"
"Yeah, that about sums it up." She yawned loudly. "Listen Draco, can we finish talking in the morning? Getting to and from Spirit World in human form takes a lot of energy. And besides, it's almost eleven.."
"Oh, sure. Night Manda."
"Night Draco," she said sleepily, making her way to the girl's rooms. I got off the leather couch and proceeded to my own bed, my eyes drooping with sleep as well. Before I even knew what happened, I was sound asleep.
Leila POV
Lazily, I stretched out on my silken bed sheets, the Phoenix Feather resting underneath my pillow. Today would be the day, the day that Zareh and I got our revenge from those bastards who made us what we are.
I could feel my anger rising, just thinking about the past memory. Me and Zareh, just turned twelve when we were carted off, Zareh screaming and crying, yelling at the men to put him down.
He had always been the nicer of the two of us. Sure, neither of us was an angel, but he seemed to care more about others and didn't like to fight or kill. Those bastards, those Death Eaters, had driven that away from him.
Tying us down to boards, surgical equipment thrust into us, changing us forever. The pain is what most people probably thought would hurt the most. Being cut open so that some Dark Follower could edit our natural body forms into demons. No sedatives were used, we were conscious for the entire operation, unless you happened to pass out from pain, like Zareh did.
But for me, the pain had seemed small in comparison to the real suffering I had to bear with. Hearing Zareh crying, begging for them to stop and then them just laughing, just laughing. I'll never forget his agonized screams; they still haunt my sleep at times.
That's probably why I'm so protective of him. Zareh is the one and only thing I care about. Unlike him, I refuse to trust anyone ever again and wish for vengeance. He, on the other hand, just wishes to forget everything and live out his life quietly.
But his wish is far from reality. For these past years that we have been in our demon forms, six years now, we have been tools of destruction for the Dark Followers.
Every night when a muggle attack was in progress, or a robbery needed, the two of us were sent to do their dirty work. On countless occasions, we had been forced to kill humans if we valued our own lives.
Enough about thinking of those past days, because they will be history in a few short hours. Soon, we will pay them back for all the misery and pain they have caused us. When we're done with our task, maybe Zareh and I will move somewhere, just the two of us. We can try to use our powers to do good then.
He hated hot water, being an ice demon, and preferred to take ice baths... I don't even know how he can stand that thought.
After taking a quick hot shower, I changed into a comfortable pair of black stretch pants and pulled on a hot pink T-shirt Hey, what can I say? Pink is my favorite color!
Heading down the stairs, I entered the kitchen, the only place besides my room where I had absolutely no chance of running into my horrible parents. No, they weren't abusive or anything like that, but they are the ones who had said go ahead with the operation. Plus the fact that they were Death Eaters. And soon... they would die.
Zareh was already sitting at the small wooden table, a bowl of cereal in front of him. Smiling he said, "Morning Leila. How are you feeling today?"
"Perfect," I said, a smile on my face, although probably for a different reason then him. "What are you eating?"
He pointed at the box. "Golden Grams." I sat down across from and poured myself a bowl of the crunchy golden squares. "Sister," he said after a few seconds of silence save the munching of cereal. "Are we... Are we really going to kill them?"
I looked up at his face. A range of emotions were being housed there, fear, relief, apprehension, and nervousness.
"I am. I'm not going to make you kill anyone Zareh."
A grateful smile filled his face and I felt glad about my decision. I originally wanted him fighting by my side, but he had been though enough in his life. Killing his parents wouldn't help anything.
"When are we going Leila?"
"We? I thought you..."
"I'm still going to go. I'm not letting you go there all alone. I'm your brother and I'm going to stick with you until the end."
"Not till later tonight. Maybe around eight, we have a meeting you know. That would be a perfect time; no one would be expecting it. How about we spend the whole day together before that, what do you say?"
"What would we do?"
"No idea."
"Sister, could we go to... to Diagon Alley?"
I cupped my chin in my hands, a dreamy look coming over my face. Zareh and I had always longed to go there, but since we weren't wizards, we didn't really know how to get in. But we'd heard wonderful stories about all the shops and stall they had, all the different wizards and witches that came from all corners of the globe.
"You know what?"
"What?" he asked, rinsing out his empty bowl.
"Why not? Let's go!"
End Leila POV
Draco POV
"He's going to think I'm crazy... Are you sure about this Mandela?"
"Positive!" said Mandela, patting her Slytherin friend on the arm. "Everything will be fine Draco, chill out."
I snorted. "Yeah. When I come into his office telling him how I have to leave school because the ruler of Spirit World requested me how do you think he'll react? Huh?"
"Mandela's right Draco," piped up Mia. "Dumbledore will be totally calm about the entire thing. I mean, he didn't freak when you came back to life, did he?"
"No...." I said slowly, remembering how Dumbledore said he'd been told by a higher power that I would be returning. "Did Sina contact him or something?"
"Maybe," said Mandela evasively. "Now hurry up, Sina said she might have a lead for us to follow!"
"Alright then Manda, what's the password?" We were standing in front of the two huge gargoyles that blocked the stairway to Dumbledore's office.
"Ummmm..... Peppermint floss?"
The gargoyles bowed their manned heads and a portion of the wall moved, revealing a revolving staircase that climbed upwards.
"Ladies first," I said, bowing at the entrance.
"Chicken," Mia muttered before climbing on, followed by the blond girl. Hopping on after them, the wall slammed shut behind me, causing Manda to jump about a foot in the air.
The staircase brought us up to a large golden door, that Mia opened fearlessly, and strode into the room, Manda and I following not quite so confident.
The headmaster looked up from his desk when he heard the door slam open, and you could almost see the 'Oh Merlin, it's Mia...' expression on his face. Almost.
"Hello Ms. Reaper, Ms. Guide, and Mr. Malfoy. So nice to see you all. What brings you all the way up here?"
Mandela pushed me forward and I cleared my throat nervously, knowing I was just about to look like a fool. "Um, Professor, someone... umm, the leader of Spirit World, umm... needs to talk to me... Would it be alright if I left the school for a little while?"
"Would that be that drop dead gorgeous girl who informed me you'd becoming back to life Mr. Malfoy?"
I exchanged looks with the two spirit girls. Was Dumbledore falling for a child?
"Umm.. Yes Professor..."
"Very well then. I trust that she'll look after you. Be back before dinner tonight."
"Of course Professor."
"Then away with you all. Tell Sina hello for me."
I nodded and left with the two girls. As soon as we were out of the office, I turned to face them, a puzzled look on my face. "Why did he call Sina pretty? She's a kid. Kids are cute..."
Mia clamped a hand over her mouth to try and stop the giggles. "She morphed into her older form. She really is quite pretty," said Mia, still giggling.
"Come on you two," called Mandela from the bottom of the staircase. "We have to go!"
"Right!" said Mia. "Okay Draco, don't move."
"What are you doing?" I asked nervously as each girl grasped on to one of my arms.
"Shhh... Sina's going to transport us!"
A few seconds later, a huge wind started to blow around us, Mandela's loose hair flapping wildly and then, we were in a windy portal, thin air beneath our feet. Mia was laughing loudly, her head thrown back. Mandela and I remained silent, me trying to control the pains my stomach was giving me.
And then with a distinct thump, my feet landed on a solid surface and I looked around my setting. We were clearly in Sina's office, the pink walls and stuffed animals were proof. But where was the little girl?
"Hurry up and sit down," commanded a voice. "We haven't got all day."
I turned my head in the direction of the sweet, melodic sounding voice and felt my mouth drop. "Sina?" I asked, disbelief in my voice.
"That's right. Now sit." I fell on to the couch next to Mandela who giggled at my mesmerized look I was giving Sina. What Dumbledore had said was an understatement. She was hot!
Tall and slim, she was leaning back casually on a chair, her legs thrown over the side. Her dark blue hair hung loose, several wisps framing her face. Dressed in a pair of comfy pink pants and a tight shirt, I could clearly see she had filled out nicely in some places.
"Earth to Draco!" laughed Mia, waving a hand in front of my face. "We have to talk about your assignment, now pay attention."
"Okay Draco, here's the deal," said Sina, flipping her legs off the side of the chair and bending a forward to face me. "We have evidence that these two demons were seen in Diagon Alley earlier today. I'm not sure what they're planning, but if you can catch them before any damage is done, it would be wonderful."
"Okay," I said agreeably, finally drawing myself away from Sina's looks. "Should I go now?"
"Yes, of course," she drawled, attempting to copy my voice pattern. Not to bad...
"I'm on it!" I said, hopping to my feet. "Off to Diagon Alley!"
"Wait! One more thing Draco. Would you mind not wearing your school robes? They'll identify you and they give you restricted movement. I had some suitable clothes put in your room, so hurry and change! Then get out of here!"
I nodded, and left the room, leaving the three spirits to talk. It looked like I'd be taking this mission on my own, no help from my guides. Opening the door to my room at Spirit World, I crossed quickly over to my wardrobe and threw open the doors.
"She wants me to wear these? But... but... Fine." Quickly I changed and looked at my reflection in the mirror. A pair of navy blue stretch pants with an emerald green tank top.... And a funny pair of shoes, kind of like gym shoes but lighter feeling.
"I guess I don't look so bad." Picking up the folder that Mandela had given me; it contained the pictures of Leila and Zareh, I went out the door and headed for Diagon Alley, on a mission.
End Draco POV
Zareh POV
I laughed in delight as a large tomcat settled into my arms and started to lick my face with its fat, pink tongue. I had convinced Leila to let us come to the pet store in Diagon Alley.
Amazingly we had gotten in by telling a wizard that our wands had been stolen and we needed to get into Diagon Alley to buy new ones. It was lucky that even if you were a squib, you could still see magical places, like the entrance to the Leaky Cauldron. The old wizard had let us right in and now, here we are.
I glanced over at my sister, who was holding a squirming ferret in her hands. Surprisingly, the ferret wasn't trying to bite her, but instead playing with the silver beaded necklace she wore around her neck.
I put the cat back on the cushion I had found him on and went up to Leila. "Ready to go?" I asked, looking at all the flocking people who had just entered the shop.
Leila nodded and headed out the door, the little bell tinkling as the door opened. Now we were back out on the open, yet crowded and thronging streets. Leila took a step forward and then stumbled, bringing her hand immediately to her mouth. I dashed towards her and scooped her into my arms. "It's okay Sis, hang on just a little while longer..."
Picking my way through the masses, I set her down gently next to a tree on a less crowded part of the street. Actually, we weren't even in the alley anymore but a little rest area off of it.
Facing my hand palm up, several ice crystals formed and I laid them on her forehead and then pulled out a thick cloth out of my pocket and handed it to her. She gave me a small smile before lurching forward and coughing into the cloth.
When she pulled it away, blood clung to the cottony material. "You rest right here Leila. I'll go get you something to drink." She nodded slowly, resting her head against the rough bark of the oak tree.
I headed back into the busy alley and started for the Leaky Cauldron to get Leila a cold jug of pumpkin juice, when I got this weird feeling I was being watched.
Nervously, I glanced over my shoulder, looking for the pair of intense eyes, but no one seemed to stick out. Except a blond youth, about my age, who headed straight for me.
"Draco Malfoy," he stated, a mask on his face. "You're under arrest for the robbery of two Dark items from the Sprit World safe. Where is your sister... Zareh?"
How did this guy know my name? If he was to arrest me, then I wouldn't be able to use the mirror... And I had to use the mirror! Leila's life depended on it.
"Who are you?" I asked, backing steadily away.
"I already told you. Draco , Sprit Detective of Sina. Are you not Zareh? You match the picture..." The silver blond haired youth held out a picture for me to see. And there I was... Electric blue spiked hair, piercing green eyes, and my black clothing collection.
"I am," I said, licking my lips nervously. Would I be able to out run this guy? I don't want to hurt him, but if it is me or him, the choice is clear.
"Zareh," he said softly, stepping towards my retreating form that had just crashed against the side of a building. "I don't want to hurt you. But your sister and yourself did steal, and that's wrong. I promise you, if you come quietly, I'll make sure your sentence isn't harsh."
"Not yet," I blurted out.
"What do you mean not yet?"
Slowly, I withdrew the mirror from the pocket of my pants. "I need to use this tonight. After that, I promise I'll go with you and give you back the Mirror of Darkness."
"What does the mirror do?" asked Draco curiously, eyeing the silvery sheen of glass.
"It grants the wisher whatever they want, for a price."
"Whatever you want huh? What's the price?"
"Your life," I said softly.
His expression was priceless. The widening of the vibrant silver eyes, a drop of his mouth and the paling of his already almost snow white skin. "Who would be crazy enough to do something like that?" he asked.
"Me. Listen Draco, could I talk to you for a few minutes?"
"I guess so..."
"Okay, just wait right here. I'll be back in a little bit; I promise I won't run,"
"Alright," he said hesitantly. "But hurry back."
I nodded and took off into the town to get Leila a drink and then... I'm not sure. Doubling back, clutching a glass of the orange liquid I approached Leila.
"Hey, Sis," I said quietly. "I brought you some juice. Now, I'll be back in a little bit, I have to go do something. Just rest, okay?"
"Whatever you say Zareh," she said tiredly, her ice blue eyes the only link that showed me she was hurting.
I ran back to the place where I had crashed into the Spirit Detective and saw him lounging against the building. "Do you want to go someplace quieter?" he asked me.
"Sure."
"Then follow me." Draco pushed himself off the wall and headed down a side road into a little tree clustered forest. "Okay," he said, settling himself on top of a fallen log, "What's this all about?"
"I don't expect you to understand," I said.
"I'm not sure I will but I'll try."
It was then something clicked in my mind. He had said his name was Draco Malfoy. Malfoy. That was one of Voldemort's lead followers. "Hey!" I yelled, scrambling away from him. "You're one of them!"
"One of what?" the detective asked.
"A Death Eater! You're name is Ma-"
"I know what my name is," Draco said coldly. "But for your information, I am not a Death Eater. Just because my father is doesn't mean I am or want to be."
I relaxed, but just slightly. "Okay... For some reason I'm trusting you, but if you do anything, I will attack you."
Draco held his hands up in a surrender gesture. "I won't try anything, I promise. But If you see a big silver ball headed for you, get out of the way. I still haven't perfected how to control my energy yet."
"Okay... Well, it'd probably be easiest to explain why I needed it. You see, my sister, Leila, is sick; she's been like this since we were twelve. When they changed us into demons, I assume you already know that, her body didn't recover correctly."
"What do you mean?"
"Some part of her didn't take to the new form and the little piece of human left in her fights against the demon side, causing her extreme pain. She'll eventually die from it.... Leila is the only one who ever cared about me.. I don't want her to die. So that's why I'm doing it."
"I see," said Draco softly. "I know I shouldn't do this... but I'll let both of you go for now.. You do realize though that I'll have to arrest your sister later, right?"
"Yes, I understand. Thank you Draco, this is one of the nicest things anyone has ever done for me."
Draco smiled at me, a real smile like the ones I got from Leila. "Good luck," he said, before disappearing into the trees.
I was alone in the forest and sat gazing around at the foliage. "Don't worry Sister," I whispered to myself, clutching the mirror to my heart, "Everything will be alright soon. I promise."
End Zareh POV
Draco POV
"What do you mean you couldn't find either of them?" screamed Sina. "They were supposed to be there!"
I shrugged, ignoring the teenage Sina's rage. "I looked Sina, I couldn't locate either of them. Maybe they weren't ever there...."
"But that's impossible!" Then she sighed and slumped down in a huge plush chair. Massaging her temples, she looked at me, her face pained. "I'm sorry Draco, I didn't mean to yell. I'm just worried, that's all..."
"That's alright Sina. I know you didn't mean it." I sat down on the couch and looked at the ruler with concern. Even though she said she was hundreds of years old, she was still too young to be ruling an entire world. And the stress was catching up to her.
"You'd better head back to Hogwarts Draco. Mia and Mandela already left saying they had a Potions essay they needed to finish. I'll be seeing you later then. Just let me transport you back."
Before she could send me away, I rose from the couch and stood sat next to her on the overlarge chair. "Sina," I said comfortingly, "You don't need to stress yourself out so much.. You're wearing yourself out."
"I know, but I have a whole Spirit World to run, papers to sort through, thieves to catch, and tons of other things to do.. I can't rest!"
I wrapped an arm around her and gave the girl a side hug. "You're like a little sister to me Sina, and I don't want to see you like this. Just go take a nice hot bath and then get some sleep okay?"
She rested her head on my chest, slowly transforming back into a little girl, dressed in a pink laced nightgown. "Draco," she said tiredly, her big blue eyes blinking up at me, "I don't think I can make it to bed."
I scooped the little girl into my arms and crossed the room over to her large pink canopied bed. Gently, I placed her beneath the covers and then pulled them up to her chin and tucked them in around her.
"Good night Sina," I said, bending down and giving her a kiss on the forehead. "Sweet dreams."
"Night Draco," she said, her eyes already succumbing to sleep. I waited around a few minutes and then when I was sure she was asleep I took out my wand.
"The Three Broomsticks," I whispered, and vanished with a little pop. I appeared inside the warm little building that was starting to empty out. Quickly stealing out, I crept down the deserted streets towards Hogwarts.
A cold wind picked up around me and a voice seemed to carry on it.
'Leila is the only one who ever cared about me'
'Who would be crazy enough to do something like that?' I heard myself ask on the wind.
'Me,' came the soft reply.
'Thank you Draco, this is one of the nicest things anyone has ever done for me'
Shit! What the Hell was I doing? He was going to kill himself and I was just standing here. I pulled the folder out from under my arm and scanned the information I had on them. Sina's researchers had done even more on the items.
"To fully use the Mirror of Darkness, the user must makes his wish underneath the sky when it is black as night. The whole wish must be completed, no interruptions."
Okay, great. But where do I find him?
"The user will most often be wherever they are expecting their prize, as they are unaware of the cost the mirror asks of."
Alright, Zareh would probably be at his home so that his sister could find him and he could be buried. Where does Zareh live? Wait! The way he reacted to my name shows he must obviously not like Death Eaters. So, does he belong to a Dark family?
Flipping open the notes I had on him, I quickly scanned them for any piece of evidence that might point me towards his home. The picture had him standing right in the front with a large black manor behind him, slightly fuzzy though. It must have been one of those pictures that Sina found just having people look for a Zareh. Yes, because here is his profile picture.
I squinted at the house, trying to make out the words on the spiked gate in front of the house,
I see an S... a Y, a N and a E, but there are some letters that I can't make out in-between them. Suddenly, a little voice entered my head, my father's voice.
I had heard him talking to someone in his office, probably about a week before I died....
"Yes, the Saynaes are a very important Dark family and loyal servants of our Lord. They even sacrificed their own children after they were found with no magical talent, and made them servants of the Dark Lord in their own way."
The Sayanes, huh? I changed direction and headed off towards their house. I remember going there with my father when I was younger, maybe five, but I was too young to remember where the exact location was to apparte. Splinching myself wasn't really very appealing....
"I'm coming Zareh," I muttered though clenched teeth, "You're not going to die tonight. Not if I can help it."
Author's Notes:
I would have uploaded this last night, but my mom yelled at me to get off, It was 10:30....
Due to a message I received, can't remember if it was this story or who it was, if I'm going to take so long to update, I should have longer chapters. My problem is, I have so many stories that need updating this process takes a while. So, instead of stopping story when Draco was about to head out to Diagon Alley, I finished it to this point!
Also, because of that new Document Manager Qucikfix, for some reason I can't use astriks or those little squiggly lines that I always used before.... Very sorry about that. I hope these spaces worked... I don't trust this quick edit thing..
Arigatou for all the wonderful reviews! Please review again!
Reviewer's Comments:
-Ryo Akuninenn- Kami! You're right! I put them on The Power of a Wish and it looks like I've been forgetting... again! Yep, wonderful kewl demons! Yeah!
-Stormy Skies- I'm with you. I didn't want Draco to kill Ron. And Harry was wrong too! Draco is not a coward, although it did seem that way in the situation.
-DuStyAnGeL- Chinese video huh, I never heard of that one. No, YYH does have an ending, although I haven't seen it yet. It ends with all of the team (except Hiei) a few years older and their lives then,
-LishaChan- Yep, Snape never said she couldn't use a wand! Hehe! As seen with Zareh, Draco hasn't gotten control over his power yet. Hmmmm I need a Genki!
-coffeentoffee- ah, I guess you're right. OI'm glad you're not one of those people! I really appreciate your support!
-Dracoismine4eva- Would you share if you got it? Lol
-Just-some-girl1- Well, no one has yet found out about the Dark Phoenix Feather, but the Mirror of Darkness is the type of mirror that Kurama used to grant a wish, and die in the process!
-BlueBabyAquaGirl- Yep, Draco on a mission! And know he is on another: Rescue Zareh!
-Edarcy03- I can't believe Pappas got rid of our solo(s) Is it gone for good now? Kami, I hate that bitch! Sorry for the swear, but she is one. By any chance do you have a gun I can borrow....? Hehe, talk to ya later!
-devilsfire- Yeah, he always does react the worst. Do ya think it is the red hair? Yes, I have an Aim name but I rarely go on. I'm trying to change it though to something cooler, like IcyPanther! But for now, it is AlohaGal1988
-Neko Mew Midorakawa- Yep, that's what I based this fic off. Offhandly, what does your name mean? Is that Japanese? Thanks for the review!
-Baby Goo Goo 2- Person of few words, huh? Lol! Thanks for the review!
-elohir lover- Aw, too bad. Yep, it's feeling better. I can turn it 77 degrees palm up.... I'm having a lot of trouble with that... Question, I know I saw this somewhere, but what is an Elohir? I know it is a character, but I can't remember where I heard it from.
-BrittneyAnna- Yeah, Draco is going to a dark tournament, part two of this story, and yes, the twins go with him. I don't think Blaise is going to have any powers, but he might accompany them to the tournament!