A/N: Hey. Yet another revision of the chapter. Nothing too bad in here. In fact, this could go PG (whatever that is on This chapter may seem a little far fetched, but give the storyline a chance. This not a mary sue. You just gotta give the story time.
Disclaimer: Same as always, if it's yours, thanks for letting me borrow it.
Destiny's Games
The Sorcerer's Stone
The Malfoy Heir- Chapter One
The scarlet engine of the Hogwarts Express waited on Platform nine-and-three-quarters; the students of Hogwarts milled around the magical platform, exchanging greetings with friends and teary goodbyes with mothers, fathers, and siblings not attending Hogwarts that year. One lone figure, however, stood in the midst of the others, not exchanging farewells or greetings; carrying a standard trunk and a cage containing a medium sized black owl. She quietly boarded the train for the first time.
As she walked by the compartments, she politely refused eye-contact with the other students. Her focus aimed on finding a specific person; she aimed to find the Malfoy heir before anyone else did. She scanned the occupants of each compartment as she made her way down the train, and around the middle of it, she spotted him.
She tapped politely on the glass door that separated them. He recognized her immediately, as had been told to expect to see her on his first day at Hogwarts.
Draco's grey eyes lit up when he saw one of the few people with whom his father permitted him to keep relations with; and even further, one of those few whom he actually liked
He walked towards her with a smile, opening the glass door to the compartment that he had claimed for himself.
"Sevti Sheikh, I haven't seen you in a while," he greeted. His smile was genuine. She could tell having known him since the age of five.
"I haven't changed much," Sevti responded, leaning against the door frame with a cool expression. Her American accent was highly noticeable.
"Yes," he said. "Same black muggle clothing, I still don't know how you manage to get away with that; brown eyes, little nose, and those appalling black spikes of hair. I honestly don't understand how you like them."
"And you, Draco Malfoy, still have the same slicked back blonde hair, grey eyes, and the most adorable rosy cheeks," Sevti responded, striding into the compartment. The exchange was familiar between the two. They saw each other rarely, Sevti having lived in the Americas and India for most of the time they had known one another.
"I do not have adorable cheeks," Draco huffed as he closed the door.
"Of course not Draco," Sevti placated sarcastically. She plopped down onto one of the seats.
"Sit down before I pull you down," she added gruffly.
Draco shook his head with a smirk.
"Ever the blushing female, I see. Chattering away, fluttering eyelashes, and giggling behind you hand," he said with quite a bit of sarcasm.
Sevti sighed dramatically, "You just seem to bring that side of me out Dray." She fluttered her eyelashes just to spite him.
Then she changed her expression to seriousness.
"Really, Draco, it's good to see you. You and I need to talk about a few things." She shrugged off her black leather jacket, getting comfortable so that she could get down to business.
He settled into the seat across from her. This was a discussion that he had been anticipating for a while. The Sheikhs and Malfoys were allies, and being two of the most powerful wizarding families in the world, they often went to the other for aid in certain matters.
Sevti glanced to the compartment door and sent a series of spells at it, pulling out her small ebony wand. She sent a sound proofing charm at the door and another charm that made the glass door opaque so that the people inside couldn't be seen. After a pause, she added a notice-me-not charm.
"Has you father started talking to you about the Dark Arts?" Sevti asked, tucking her wand back into the holster in attached to her forearm.
Draco seemed to think carefully before he answered. "Yes, and no," he replied. "Father said that I would be taught the Dark Arts by someone at Hogwarts, though he was very close-mouthed about it. I didn't want to push for answers."
Sevti smiled slightly at the blonde. "No doubt Lucius was very mysterious about it all. I wasn't sure exactly where I would be studying and I made that clear to him."
"So you have something to do with it?" Draco asked.
"Yeah. He wants me to teach you."
Draco's eyes went impossibly wide. "You? But you aren't even of age. We're not allowed to do magic until we get to Hogwarts. And even then, we can't actually do magic unless we are in school," he said in a disbelieving voice.
Sevti smiled at the confused blonde. "Dray, I've got some explaining to do, and it may take a while."
The train gave off a final whistle, and Sevti felt it lurch into motion.
"Dray, I am the Vice President of the United States and an emancipated minor." Sevti said, waiting to see the expression on Draco's face when she put it so bluntly.
His eyes widened even more. Sevti had to resist the urge to laugh.
"What?" he spluttered. "How? When? Does father know? Bloody hell, the Vice President! Don't the Americans have an age restriction on that?"
Sevti smiled. "Yes, your father knows. Amjad apprised him of the situation."
"Amjad?" Draco interrupted.
"Amjad means grandfather, Dray. Ehsan Sheikh? The most powerful wizard in the Middle East, India, and Africa? Ring a bell?"
The Malfoy heir nodded. "All right then, go on."
"Your father wanted me to teach you the Dark Arts because I would be seeing more of you at school then he would during vacations… And as to when I became Vice President, a little less than two years ago. It'll take me a while to explain how though. I have to get some things out of the way first.
Sevti settled more comfortably into her seat.
"There are things going on, Dray, that I am not at liberty to tell you about. Situations are getting complicated. I know that I'm being vague, but I can't help it. I have given my word to your father that I will train you in the Dark Arts, but these lessons must be kept a complete secret. No one can know what I teach or, or even that I teach you."
"Obviously," Draco said.
"No, Dray. I mean that if anyone else knows of these lessons both my life and yours are forfeit. Only Amjad and your father know, and you must tell no one else."
Draco frowned, "I don't know why it's so important, Sev, but I give you my word that no one will know of these lessons through me."
"Thank you Draco, but I must insist on an unbreakable vow," Sevti said softly.
Draco spluttered, "An unbreakable vow! Isn't that a bit much?"
Sevti shook her head softly. "I wish I could tell you exactly what hangs in the balance, but I can't. I ask for an unbreakable vow, Draco Salazar Malfoy," Sevti said, dropping to one knee.
Draco's gaze held hers for a moment; then he dropped to one knee as well.
She put her hand up and he put his palm flat against hers.
"I accept the unbreakable vow, Sevti Ehsan Sheikh."
"Do you, Draco Salazar Malfoy make an unbreakable vow to me, Sevti Ehsan Sheikh?"
"I do."
A circle of light bound their hands together, not letting either move away.
"Will you speak of your lessons and what is said and taught during them to no one but me, your teacher?"
"I will."
Another circle of light appeared.
"Will you be my student in the Dark Arts, having no other teacher unless I verbally approve?"
"I will."
Another circle of light bound their hands.
"Will you tell none information about me that is not public knowledge without my express permission?"
"I will."
Another bond of light circled their hands.
"I seal this unbreakable vow," Sevti said.
"I seal this unbreakable vow," Draco echoed.
The bonds of light faded away.
Sevti looked at the blonde.
"Thank you, Dray. Now, to answer your questions; remember, you can't repeat this to anyone."
The blonde nodded and motioned for her to go on.
"As an emancipated minor, I've been able to use magic as any other adult. Therefore, I learned to wield magic at a young age. Though I'm well versed in battle magic and everyday charms and such, my education is not as complete as I would like it to be. Now, as to your question of how I became the Vice President,
"As you probably know, the day after I was born, I disappeared out of the Sheikh ancestral home. No one knew where I had gone, and a search was sent out.
"Despite their best efforts, I wasn't found until 1996, five years after I had disappeared. I don't remember any of those years, but I've been told that I had been adopted into a family in the United States. At the time, I was more muggle than witch in behavior and upbringing. I was much like a muggleborn. Though I had been found, I was allowed to stay in the United States with a wizard that would take care of me. He was hand-picked by Amjad.
"Draco, you have to keep in mind that I am different. I can't tell you all of the details, but I've been in special ops for a time.
"I became the Vice President when President Smyth got it into his head that I would be perfect for the job. I met him on one of my missions, and he took a liking to me. Francis Parker, the Vice President, had recently died of a heart attack, and Smyth asked me to step up. The other candidate for the position wasn't to my liking, so I took the leap. I soon became the President's perfect weapon. A child is always underestimated. I don't really know how they all managed to get the public to put me in office, but the Constitution was amended. If you knew how rare that was, you would know that I am still shocked by the move. I still can't believe it actually happened.
"The public got over having such a young Vice President, eventually. And I also eventually got used to my post. The public and I were assured that should the President die, I would retain my post and the Speaker of the House would become the President. I was old enough to be Vice President, but not President. That particular twist of logic is one that I still cannot comprehend.
"Anyway, years later, at the age of twelve, I'm here. In the eyes of the public, I'm taking a more conventional stance as Vice President. After having one hell of a time in office, I'm doing what most Vice Presidents do: waiting for the President to die. But really, I'm here so that I can get in touch with the world that I am from, the world in which I truly belong.
"I want to really learn magic, to become a part of the culture that I was born into and then taken away from."
Sevti finished her long winded explanation with a sigh. She gave Draco a minute and then looked him in the eye.
"Do you find all of this believable, Dray?"
"Coming from anyone else? No. Coming from you? Yes." Draco let out a breath of air. "Bloody hell, Sev."
She was surprised when the usually reserved blonde got up from his seat and sat next to her. He put an arm around her shoulders and squeezed for a brief moment.
"Sev, I've always looked at you like a sister. You've always been there for me when you could. I didn't know about any of this, but for what it's worth, I know now. And I want you to know that you can tell me anything."
She turned to him. "Dray, the fact that you are offering means a lot to me. And… I've always though of you as my little brother."
The blonde nodded.
Sevti laughed. "Look at you, Dray, acting so old when you're only twelve."
"We're both the same age, Sev. And I act no different than you. We both have more responsibilities than most of the morons on this train could comprehend, though you undoubtedly have more than I. Father has drilled my responsibilities into my head countless times. I am the Malfoy heir, one day I will be one of the most influential members of wizarding society. I have to be prepared to take on that responsibility."
Sevti looked at the blonde in a new light. He had grown from the little kid that she had first met so many years ago. He was becoming a man, albeit earlier than most, and she vowed then and there to help him make the right choices and to steer him away from the dark.
Yes, she indeed was not dark. In fact, she was a spy for the light, one that was deeply entrenched in the dark and its followers, but an agent of the light all the same. She looked at the blonde and saw a boy that could grow into a good, honest, and honorable man were he to be lead in the right direction and be convinced to take the right paths. However, it would be tricky, and would add an additional risk to the already risky business that she was to undertake. She sighed.
"I wish that life were simpler, Dray. But we both know that wishing is in vain. Before I leave, I want to ask you one thing, rather, two things."
The Malfoy heir nodded.
"Do you know of the current… strain in my relationship with Ehsan Sheikh?"
The blonde nodded. "Who doesn't? I heard that you are on a short leash now. Nobody knows why, though. Father has been dying to find out, but those who know, keep their mouths shut."
Sevti's lip twitched upwards in a half smile. "Yes. Amjad would have made sure of that. But, the point of the matter is, my loyalty is in question. I just wanted to make sure you knew that."
"I knew before you met with me today. I know, however, that your loyalties are true. I've known you since we were both little." Sevti was touched by the blonde's resoluteness, however untrue his belief was. However, it would be a time until Sevti could tell Draco about her true loyalties.
"Well, Dray, as long as you know that my loyalties are in question, it leads to the second question, or rather request. One of the reasons why Amjad sent me here is to try and turn Harry Potter. In order to do that, I have to try to become the boy's friend. However, I can't do that when I have such obvious ties with families that are reputedly dark. Therefore, I have to ask you to act like you distrust me, that you hate me even, in public.
"I'll try to get into Gryffindor house so that it'll be easier, but I highly doubt that I will be sorted into that particular house. My family ties should completely take that action out of the equation.
"Try and make a bad impression with Potter as well. An enemy's enemy is a friend, if you get what I mean. Just act as if you did question my loyalties. Doubtless, all of the other Purebloods that go to Hogwarts will question them."
The Malfoy heir nodded. "All right, Sev. I'll do it. I know for a fact that most of the purebloods going to Hogwarts are convinced that you have turned traitor. Just, don't take offense to anything I say."
Sevti smiled. "Just as long as you don't, Dray. I'll have to fight back, remember."
Sevti glanced at the compartment door.
"I'm taking the spells down now, doubtless your father asked those buffoons Crabbe and Goyle to send their sons to watch over you. The two of them may be our age, but they have the intellects of a flobberworm.
Draco laughed. "I can't argue with that."
Sevti pointed her wand at the doors and muttered the counter charms, breaking up the magic she had sent into the spells, and reabsorbing it.
"I don't want them to see me with you. I will owl you, with a school owl, mind you, when I find it time for our first lesson. Until that time, we are enemies," Sevti said curtly.
She looked at him just before she left, her expression softening, "It really was good to see you, Dray. Remember that anything you insult me with, I won't take personally, though I might act it."
She then left his compartment, grabbing her trunk, owl, and jacket.
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