DISCLAIMER: I OWN NOTHING HARRY POTTER, JUST THE DRAGON GODS.
Draco lay on his new bed in the head's room, not sleeping, but thinking. He did not think that he could have mistaken that sensation of foreboding that had swept over him like a cold wave earlier. It was still there, a lizard walking up and down his spine. He sighed and rolled over, stretching his arm across the king sized bed he now slept in. When his hand came to rest, it encountered a sheet of parchment that had not been there when he laid down. He picked it up and began to read.
The Dragon and the Weasel
Will, unite to form the
Future and
The Serpent and the Lion
Will,
Begin the world again.
Beneath that was a drawing of a strange creature. It resembled a dragon, yet, at the same time, it was like no other dragon he had ever seen. The creature had the head of a lion and the body of a snake, with shining scales of red and green and gold. Four lion's legs graced the serpentine body. It was a powerful creature, obviously capable of great destruction. The roaring head, however, seemed to be smiling, and there was a glint of humor in the emerald eyes.
Draco stared at the parchment in silent bewilderment. It was a message from the Dragon Gods. They had been contacting him in this way since the first time they had revealed themselves to him. Every piece of parchment that had magically appeared had born that same creature embossed in shinning red, green, and gold as the signature.
It was not the authors of the letter that concerned Draco. It was the contents that worried him. The poem had the ring of prophecy. Draco was reminded uncomfortably of what the Dragon Gods had told him about the young woman who would be forced into his life against his will. The prophecy was talking about him. It's reference to the Dragon made that obvious. But, who was he to be united with? The Weasel sounded much like his nasty nickname for the Weasleys, which meant, absurd as it may seem, that it could be Ginny Weasley. She was the only Weasly that Draco would even come close to allowing himself to be united with. He shuddered only slightly at this thought. Of course, the prophecy could mean someone else, but Draco did not really believe that. The Lion and the Serpent could only mean one thing: Gryffindor and Slytherin.
Draco
was still contemplating when the ring he wore on his left hand began
to burn. He looked at it in alarm. The ring had been given to him by
Lord Voldemort. It was in the shape of a skeletal snake, biting
its own tail. It was also Voldemort's way of contacting Draco.
Draco got out of bed and belted his robe over his bare chest. He
walked to the fireplace, took a handful of floo powder, and cast it
into the fire. When the flames leapt up in a brilliant emerald green,
a face appeared in them. It was his father.
"Draco," his father said, "step into the fire. Tonight will be a special night for you."
"Yes, Father," Draco replied as he stepped into the flames and disappeared.