Author's Note: As with all my previous writings, I'm getting requests for what music brought this new story into my head.
Requiem for a Dream Main Theme
Wonderful piece of music, and I highly suggest listening to it along with reading this. (If you have it available)
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Chapter Four: The Storm Breaks
"What are you saying, Harry?" Ron was confused by his friend's story, none of it seemed possible.
"I'm saying he saw me sitting there, he saw through the invisibility cloak."
Ron stood up, "How could he have done that? Are you sure you didn't have something hanging out from under it, like the end of your robes or something?"
The point had merit. "I guess that could be what happened. Still, how would he know it was I? How would he know that something like that was connected to a whole person? Unless…"
"Unless what?" Hermione was listening intently, trying to use all her knowledge to solve this mystery, for once a mystery presented itself, she could not keep away.
"Unless Malfoy knows that I am in possession of an invisibility cloak."
"We need to know what he's up to and how much he knows. We can't trust him." Ron set his jaw.
Hermione stood, "How are we going to track him if he can see through the cloak?"
Silence followed.
He ran as hard as he could to the lake. The clouds billowed in the night, showing a glimmer of the stars behind them, before once again hiding them behind their onslaught.
The rain was coming, he could smell it.
Something was going to happen, he was having trouble keeping everything in check. New powers were beginning to surface, ones he didn't even know about yet. Ones he had never encountered before. He would and could never admit it to anyone, but he was getting scared.
Draco was never told exactly what it was that existed inside of him. All he was ever told was that it the bad thing and that it made him different from anyone else in his world. The only other thing he was told was never to try to harness the force within him, for he could never wield it. Imagine being afraid of your own body, of something inside of you, but not entirely of you.
Time passed, he wasn't sure how long, when an owl came into view. It was his owl, his giant eagle owl, who swooped down before him.
It carried a letter. Draco removed it, sending his owl back to the dorms.
The letter bore the crest of his family, the seal of his father.
He opened it as the rain poured down.