Ok people! Probably not going to be another update this week after this, as next week at collage is going to be pure hell and stress and stuff. Anyway!
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So here you go, chapter three!
The Lady of the Lake…
Tapping, tapping at the window, an owl.
What's an owl coming here for? Its not breakfast yet is it?
Let it in, for god's sake, let it in.
Take the parchment.
Draco, wake up.
Draco woke with a start, someone was at his window…
His eyes cleared, it was just an owl, he sighed and pushed himself out of bed.
'What? What do you want?' he muttered, opening the panes of glass and taking the paper from the owl. It stayed sitting on the window still, obviously waiting for a reply. Draco rolled out the parchment and as he read the words printed there in thick green ink his heart froze;
Drop a penny in the lake
Try to think of your mistakes
Do you remember when you killed her?
Weep your tears of blood and silver
How could this be? No one knew, no one at all, He grabbed a Quill and scribbled on the other side of the parchment
Who are you?
He tied it back onto the owl's scaly leg and watched it fly away.
This couldn't be happening, no one knew about Isabella, no one at all.
His Hair.
Should he wear it down? Properly down, without even straightening it, leaving it curly and down and reaching the nape of his neck. It was longer when it was straight.
It would give them all a fright; no one knew he had curly hair. Well, not so much curly but wavy. Should he leave it? In his dream last night it had been down, hadn't it?
Why Harry? Of all the people in the world it WOULD be Harry that showed up in his dreams… granted it was hardly a nice dream, the sort you would expect to have the tall dark beautiful Gryffindor to be in… no, not beautiful, boys aren't ever described as beautiful Draco. Its just you that people talk about that way, you big girl.
Was he really surprised? He'd analysed himself over the holidays, and discovered he had yet to find his sexuality, he didn't mean he couldn't decide, boys or girls, he meant he wasn't attracted to either, he found some girls pretty, some boys hansom, more boys than girls, he'd developed a sort of fascination on David, David was amazing, (but that was a sort of, wow, you're my cousin, that's weird! kind of way) but other than that, nothing. The fact he might turn out to be gay didn't surprise him, in fact he would have been surprised if he turned out to be straight, as girls never held any sway over him, perhaps because he was shit scared of his mother, maybe she'd given him a complex?
Yes, blame it on her.
Hair, what are you going to do with your hair?
What kind of letter was that to send to someone anyhow? Foolish riddles, probably some of the Slytherin kids having a joke, no one knew about Isabella.
He was four; he hadn't meant too, she slipped.
It wasn't his fault!
What time was it anyway, before he started to fiddle with his hair.
Four am.
Oh, fantastic.
'Harry James Potter is not affecting my mind, it was a dream, and it was a freaky-ass dream at that.' He said out loud to himself, 'now, I'm going for a walk, to clear my head.'
He pulled on a pair of black jeans and threw on his robes and ran a comb through his hair. Unlocking his door, he turned an eye to the letter on his bed, it might have been his imagination, but the wind whispered in his ear
Isabella.
He'd always loved the grounds at night, maybe it was twisted but he found something amazing about the shadows and the danger that loomed effortlessly around the forbidden forest, maybe he should sneak in and have a shuffle about, but if there was ware wolves in there he didn't really need to add another gene to the Malfoy name.
The stars were so bright in Scotland; different from the cloud of pollution that hung over London and its surrounding area, meaning he never saw stars like these at home.
The lake looked good too this time of night, pitch black and bottomless by day it looked like a vast pool of blood on the ground at night.
Ok, no more watching 'The Shinning' for a while.
He put his hands into his pockets to keep them warm, and was the familiar feeling of cold metal on his skin. He brought out his hand again and saw the glinting of two gold coins in his had.
Splash.
He watched as the coins sunk away into the darkness, two whole galleons. No matter, he'd never much liked the colour gold.
Maybe he should hint to Weasly about buried treasure, God knows he had to be nasty to Weasly some time soon, or it wouldn't just be Granger who noted a change in him.
Idiot, breaking down in potions like that.
Something caught his eye; he turned his head, and down by his side sat a pretty, long haired girl with pale skin and pale eyes.
Isabella.
'What? You look like you've seen a ghost' she smiled at him, and then shrugged. She was staring out into the water. 'I'm somewhere in there still, aren't I? You never found me, no one even bothered to look.' Her smile had faded.
'I'm-'
You're sorry, I know, I know it already, doesn't change the fact that I'm dead now does it?' she smoothed out a few crumples in her lilac dress, it was a style of dress, with frills and bows, that Narcessa had always dressed her daughter in.
'Mama never forgave you did she? For being alive when I wasn't.'
Draco looked away from her. Then sat down cross-legged beside her.
'All she wanted was a daughter, she didn't need you, I cant imagine what she felt when it was the boy that survived, the boy that lived,' she giggled, 'looks like you have more in common with Potter that you thought.'
'It wasn't my fault.'
'Do you really believe that?'
Silence. Isabella, cruellest girl he knew.
'You just stood there, looking at me as I went under the water, I kept thinking, 'give me your hand! Give me your hand!' but you were frozen to the spot, so I thought 'go and get help! Go and get help!' but-'
'I didn't, and by the time I realized what happened you were gone.'
'Dead dead dead' she laughed again, 'leaving you to a life of agony, I shared the womb with you, I dried your tears when the night time came, I held your hand when Mama and daddy had fights, I was the stronger one'
'I don't want to be alone any more Izzy' Draco began, shaking his head and clinging to her. She patted him lightly on the head.
Shhh, you are alone Draco, there's nothing we can do about it, you were a twin, supposed to spend your life as part of a pair, but God had other plans.'
She moved so his head was in her lap.
'Now, sleep'
'I love you'
'Of course'
Askaban was driving him insane.
Lucius once again tapped out the little tune on the bars to his cell and sung it quietly under his breath as he went along.
'itsy bitsy spider climbed up the water spout'
He started laughing again, a flat, mirthless laugh.
'Down came the rain and washed the spider out'
It wasn't the only thing he could play; he could do little miss muffet and humpty dumpty as well.
'Out came the sunshine and dried out all the rain'
Lucius wasn't very well, he'd caught a cold in the damp cell, and being half veela wasn't doing it any good.
'And itsy bitsy spider climbed up the spout again.'
His eyes were vacant, dead in his skull; he was getting too thin as well, not eating. He wasn't starving himself, he just forgot to eat. He scuttled over to the wall beside his bed, well, the straw on the floor he was supposed to sleep on, and took the piece of chalk Draco had slipped him out of his pocket. He was drawing a mural, to all the people he had ever killed, it was quite good, he thought, almost finished.
Pretty names these people had, it made him smile, he adored pretty things, drawn to them like a moth to a flame.
Narcessa had been pretty, that's why he'd gone to her, and fallen in love.
Now Draco was pretty, made sense. His beautiful baby boy, who'd had to spend all summer alone with his mother, ah, Lucius would make it up to him, buy him another guitar or that record he'd been after, what was it? Appetite for destruction, Guns n roses. No one could accuse him of not listening to his son.
Click click click went something down the corridor, Lucius slowly raised his head
High heels.
Narcessa.
'Harry?'
'Mmhmm, what?'
'Wake up! Its nine o'clock!'
Harry's eyes snapped open.
'What!'
'I lied, but you have to get out of bed, you had another nightmare and smashed your water jug, your hand is bleeding' Ron was down on the floor picking up the shards of glass without being asked, Ron was used to it now, the screaming for Sirius, in fact, he would be more concerned if Harry had slept peacefully.
'Oh… what time is it?'
'Six'
Harry stared at his best friends back, he hated this, doing this to Ron night after night, but its not like he could control his dreams.
Harry went through to the bathroom and grabbed a couple of tissues to wrap around his hand; luckily there was no glass in the cut.
'Ron, you need a hand?' asked Harry sitting back down on his bed.
'Eh, no, its alright, I'm almost done actually, pass over the bucket though.'
Harry did so and Ron dropped the fragments of glass into it.
'Maybe we should get you a safety jug, you know, wrapped in plastic or rubber or something.'
Harry got lost in thought, this dream, it had been different from the last, he could only remember a little, but there had been a woman in red, and Sirius hadn't been there, something else…
'-But I said to her you wouldn't be up for it'
Harry was jerked back to his dorm suddenly, 'what?
'Hermione, asked if you wanted to come to Hogsmeade, it's the last one before Halloween and since we're not restricted to robes and she wants us to go in costume, but I told her you wouldn't be up for it.'
'Hmmm, not for the costume bit anyway, who we got playing?'
'Well Dumbledore was talking about some of the older students playing, karaoke kind of thing.'
'Uh, no way! It'll be pop trash mainly sung by fifth year girls, Oh. Woo.' Harry groaned, putting his head into his uninjured hand.
'Yeah well, you can sing, do something about it.'
Harry considered, it would be an excuse to get out his bass again, he'd not been aloud to practice for ages, Hermione had started saying he loved that damn guitar more than his studies (which, he supposed, he did.) and she'd banned him from playing.
'Do you know anyone else in this school that can play? Didn't think so.'
'David can play drums, David Lorry, heard him, he's good.' Ron said, pulling on his sneakers and tying the laces
Wait a minute, as in, Draco's David?'
'Uh huh, but what's he going to do about it? Malfoy'll just be glad it's not all Spice girl remix's'
They smirked; even the wizarding world had fallen under the spell of girl power. Harry unwrapped the bandage around his hand, the cut was hardly deep at all, he'd survive another day.
'Come on,' Ron said, throwing Harry's clothes at him, 'get dressed and we'll go on the hunt for a guitarist'
David Lorry sat; shoes on the table, watching all the pretty young things go by.
'Man, gotta love skirt,' He said to himself, 'speaking of which, where's boy-o?'
Draco hadn't appeared yet, which was weird as the Slytherin boy was usually first in the great hall, his hand holding a cup of coffee, trying to wake up.
It was pushing half eight now and if he didn't turn up soon he wouldn't have time for coffee, not at the rate he drank it at.
It was strange to think about how Draco had turned out, even stranger that they were cousins, but still, Draco wasn't as bad as everyone made him out to be, hardly the evil incarnate people talked about, so the kid was a little depressed, so what? Everyone's a little depressed; it goes in the teenage package as well as the grease and acne.
Not that he'd ever seen Draco with a single spot, which just wasn't right.
He had spots himself and he liked to think of himself as one of the more fortunate at Hogwarts, but Draco, that skin was something else, damn Malfoys, they were always perfect.
'Uh, David?' asked a voice, David looked up from his brooding; it was that Harry Potter and his little friend, Ginny's brother.
'Yeah?'
'Um, for the Halloween thing, we've got to provide our own tunes, so we were wondering if you'd be drummer for us?' Harry asked, he seemed sincere enough, so David considered.
'You starting up a band?' He asked, he wasn't for commitment.
'Naw, just for this ball so we don't have to listen to a bunch of girls sing 'if you wanna be my lover' for half an hour' said Ginny's brother.
'Ok, I'm in.'
'Great, do you know any other guitarists?'
David smiled, yes, he did, but due to the history between those two he couldn't see it working.
'Just the one,' he answered, 'Draco Malfoy'
The tall one groaned, but Harry didn't seem so put off.
'He any good?'
'Well, lets put it this way, he taught himself to play Sweet child o' mine in a day using tabs of the internet, so yeah, I'd say he was pretty damn good.
'Isn't he into all that gothic stuff?' Harry said raising an eyebrow.
'Yeah he is, and glam rock and Musicals and 60's, 70's, 80's stuff and almost anything with a beat, I've even known him to go to a trance night or two,' He laughed at their shocked faces, 'you should know by now not to judge a Malfoy but the cut of his clothes, for example, what do you suppose his father was as a kid?'
They both shook their heads.
'He was a biker, that's right, as in, Harley, thinking he was immortal, listening to punk, where do you think Draco got it from?'
The shock on their faces was just too much; he'd have to tell Draco.
Well, maybe not the bit about his father, any time Lucius was brought up he tended to go very quiet, which was quite sweet really.
'Yeah well, anyway, he won't play, he doesn't think he's any good which is rubbish, but you should just hear him and his dad, its fantastic.'
Suddenly the great hall went very quiet and David turned to look at the great table, Dumbledore had stood up and was waiting for everyone to listen.
'Good Morning children, I would just like to say that, after the sixth and seventh years first class, could they please both make their way down to the edge of the forest, thank you.'
He sat down again and the chatter rose up.
Now, what had all that been about?
indeed, what HAD it been all about, find out, in next weeks issue of Poison, DUN DUN DUUUUUUN.
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