Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter J.K. I do own the plot! I have some of xxxHolic quotes through out my fic
Warning: Harry/Draco fic
A/N: This story is about how Draco and Harry are meant to be but they have few obstacles in the way (big obstacles)
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Looking Glass
Chapter two: Warning or Prophecy
Draco walked through the corridors of Hogwarts with his friends, he could hear the whispers and eyes that looked at him but ignored his gaze. Personally Draco didn't like gossiping but you could use it in advantage like set rumors about Gryffindors around the school especially Harry Potter. Now that Draco thought about it he hadn't seen Potter around lately; when he brought that to his friends they where convince that he must be in the hospital wing.
"Seriously" said Blaise that evening at dinner, "Does that boy comes here to school to or to be stuck in the hospital wing?"
"Yeah," Gregory joined in, "like in our first year remember? More than half of the third semester he spent in the hospital!"
Blaise and Gregory spent their good fifteen minutes talking and trying to remember all those times that Potter had been in the hospital wing and not in classes. Draco ignored them as he stretched out his neck to take a good look at the Gryffindor table. He noticed that Weasley and Potter weren't there; he noticed that Longbottom and Granger were in a deep conversation. For the look of it Longbottom's face he looked like he was having trouble understanding what Granger was saying and once in a while he would say something.
"Don't be so thick Gregory" Draco heard a female's voice that sounded as though she owned the world. Draco looked to see Pansy Parkinson settled her self between Blaise and another classmate.
"Oh shut up Pansy" Blaise told her.
"What are you even doing here?" asked Vincent, "Draco nor us want you here, you are just so annoying!"
"Shut up" she told him throwing him some chips.
"Children, Children" Draco told them as Vincent grabbed a piece of bread to throw at her. They both glared at Draco, they hated when Draco called them children, but to Draco's eyes it was a good reason. "I'll see you guys later," Draco said retrieving from the table.
"So it is true!" Pansy said excitedly, "You do have detention."
Draco snapped, "Yeah I do. So now go and tell everyone else how easily I got detention! And in process do something about your face, you wouldn't want people to recognize your with me" Draco left leaving a very hurt Pansy sitting between Blaise and another classmate. Draco also left Blaise, Vincent and Gregory laughing none stop at Pansy as she started bickering with them.
But before Draco left the Great Hall he quickly glance towards the Gryffindor table and saw that Longbottom was no longer there and Granger had opened up a book to read. Draco rolled his eyes, 'Who cares if Potter or Weasley are here, better for me, it saves us all from trouble' he thought.
He walked in a slow pace to Trelawny's classroom hoping to never reach that destination, but he didn't have that much luck. He knocked on the door and a misty voice came from inside. "Come in, Come in" she said, Draco went after he took a big breath.
"I'm here Professor" informed Draco, "I'm Draco Malfoy"
"I know who you are" she told him, she was stroking a flower pedal.
Draco growled inward.
"We are now connected you and I" she told him, Draco looked confused but she went on, "With the knowledge of a person's name, one can lay hold a piece of the person's soul"
Draco stood there still looking at the woman stroking softly the flower pedal. He started to look around; he felt his skin crawl, the hair in the back of his neck stand. He shivered slightly, for some reason he didn't like this place. The smell of many smells, the dark room, the books lying around, the fireplace, teacups, how the tables were arranged. Draco had never stepped into this classroom; his father had changed his divination class for ancient ruins.
He cleared his throat and asked, "What do you mean?"
"Don't worry about that Draco," she said in her misty voice, she put down the pedal in her desk then she walked over to him with a smile. She grabbed tea bags that lay there in top of a desk. "I would like you to grab all those teacups and washed them for me. When you are done with that I would like you to grab the crystal balls I have on the cabinet and place one in each table. Any Questions?"
Draco nodded, if she didn't want to tell that to him then it was all right with him; he didn't want to be with her more than necessary. He started on the task, teacup after teacup he washed them then dry them off and placing them on a glass cabinet.
Draco had a good impression on what his father would say "My son, a pureblood doing servant stuff?" his mother would faint and later fight hard enough so her son would have a good school record so she could brag about him to all of the business men's wives. His parents were proud, stubborn, and handsome in their own ways. They had everything anyone would ever wanted a good reputation even after they were accused of following the Dark Lord. They had the money, the luxury a good handsome and intelligent son that someday he would become just like them and carry the proud name of Malfoy, producing little Malfoy heirs. But there was something that they didn't have that most families did something they all lacked of from father to son, from mother to son and that was how to love. They never taught Draco how to love only how to take care of you're own profit. When Draco met his best friends there he was taught how to care about someone other than yourself. It was because of his friends he was able to care for his family but there was nothing he could do to change them. He cared for his friends but he could not love them.
He was putting the last Crystal ball in the far side desk close to Trelawny's office when he heard a different voice a voice that did not belong to her. He walked slowly to her door and peaked and there he saw her, one of her hands was stretched out into the air as if searching for something. Her other hand was in her throat and her heard her then, in a deeper voice mixed with her own misty and it said…
"…Run boy now you don't have enough time! The days of trickery are coming and you will be consumed by shadows, only to be trapped in there. Run boy Run now for your days will come and everything will be judge, Run because you have nowhere to hide, Rendvla is coming and Rendvla is getting closer. Run because you are getting closer to your light"
She coughed as if she had hair in her throat, she looked confused and looked around her room, she saw Draco standing by the doorway.
"Are you done dear?" she asked
Draco nodded harshly, his heart raising.
"Then you may go now" she smiled.
He nodded again, and sprinted his way all the way to his dormitory where he could find his friends and feel comfort from his fear.
A/N: well what do you think? There is more to come so please review!
"With the knowledge of a person's name, one can lay hold a piece of the person's soul" belongs to Clamp in xxxHolic volume 1.