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A/N: how was everyone's christmas break!? :) I'm so happy I got almost everything I wanted! Anyway, I feel kind of proud of this chapter, it may not have any slashy scenes yet (though there might be some suggestive ones ;) heh!) but the way I made up Calvin and Brian makes me kinda proud T.T or just totally weird XD
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Chapter Nine: Who am I?
"Draco eat up or no presents," said Narcissa in a teasing tone.
"Okay," Draco said grumpily, stuffing his mouth with mashed potatoes, "what'd you get me?" he asked, pieces of food flickering out of his mouth.
"It's a surprise," winked his young mother. The blond boy pouted but returned to eating, bouncy on his chair to the beat of the enchanted holiday music ringing in the dining room.
"I still can't figure out how to work this thing," frowned Lucius, flipping around the muggle cell phone he found outside at work.
"Let me see that."
"No you'll break it!" he exclaimed, hugging the phone protectively and causing Draco to laugh.
"Lucius, give me the…thing!"
"No."
"Honey."
"No."
"Sweety-beanie!"
"I'm not a beanie! And no!"
Feeling like there was no other alternative left, Narcissa kicked her husband on the shin; he yelped and instinctively reached down to his knee, dropping the phone.
"Accio!" the blonde said, her wand pointing directly at the falling phone. It flew into her open hands before Lucius noticed it was even gone.
Studying the small square carefully, she hesitantly opened the flap and found a flat screen on one side and a bunch of numbers on the other. "Interesting," she said quietly, fingering the numbers curiously. To her surprise the screen lightened up but then fizzed to black, "wow."
"What is?" Lucius sat up, saw the phone in her hands and gasped, "You broke it!"
"No I didn't! This thing is like a book! It opens, see?" she demonstrated it to him.
Draco smiled as he ate his dinner. His parents were sochild-like that he sometimes wondered if someone cast an age spell on them.
Before he got to his chicken something suddenly jabbed him in the back of his neck. This was odd, it couldn't have been a servant, they had the day off. No one else but him and his parents were home, and he was sitting away from all sharp objects behind and above him. The thing that was poking him didn't go away.
"Mum?" he said fearfully, his voice trembling.
Narcissa turned to her son and froze; Lucius looked up and froze as well.
"What do you want?" Draco's father asked shakily. Draco nervously turned to face whoever was jabbing him in the neck. He let out a tiny whimper.
A large group of people in ebony hooded cloaks stood clustered in front of them, their wands out and poised at the small family. Draco knew these people, even for a kid his age he understood what they did. Death eaters, loads of them, practically cornering them right in the eve of Christmas.
"Evening, Lucius," greeted the one with his wand at Draco.
"Macnair," Lucius said back in greeting, his face paler than ever, his hand slowly reaching for his wand.
"W-what to you want?" Narcissa questioned, trying to keep her voice steady.
"Revenge-impedimenta!"
Lucius was suddenly thrown off his chair and slammed against the wall. Draco screamed and jumped off his seat, crawling under the table and to his half-conscious father. "Dad!" he shook him by the front of his robes, vaguely aware that his mother was behind him, wand out and acting as a barrier between them and the death eaters.
"Expelliarmus!" she yelled fiercely.
Draco watched as everything went in a blur. Wands flew at his mother but there were still some death eaters who still had their wands. They attacked her together before she could think of a defense spell.
Looking back at his father he could see that he finally fell unconscious, his wand rolling away from his pocket. "No!" the six-year old crawled over quickly and grabbed the wand, standing up he pointed it at a death eater coming up from behind his mother, "expelliarmus!"
The wand flew straight at him, he made to catch it but another death eater did. "So the boy can do magic eh?"
Just by the hard voice Draco felt the little confidence in him fade away. Narcissa turned to face him and paled when she saw the death eater advancing upon him. "Petrificus totalus!" the man went stiff, arms to his side as well as his legs standing straight together, he fell to the side, his head hitting the table, "Draco," Narcissa ran to her son and was about to grab him but someone grabbed her from behind.
"MUM!" the small boy screamed, running to the death eater, punching and pulling at his robes, "LET HER GO!"
"Get off," growled the man, kicking him away. Narcissa screamed and thrashed harder to escape him, her curly blonde hair flying around in her struggle, the man pointed his wand at her head, murmured something and let go of her. She fell to the floor, unconscious or dead, Draco didn't know because someone pulled him away from her.
"We've a Christmas present for you," Macnair said in a false joyful voice. All Draco could do was cry, huge tears falling from his once happy and now miserable gray eyes. How could they do this to him, especially now when it was Christmas? Didn't they even get the memo? Voldemort was gone, for five years now, his parents told him so, why did they have to do this NOW?
"Meet your new parents," Nott said, motioning to two people next to him. Draco cried harder, his face shiny with so many tears. He distantly wondered if his sobs were louder than the holiday music still playing and that someone would come and save them.
But that couldn't be true. They, unfortunately, lived far away in a secluded area.
"W-why are yo-u do-ing this!?" he sobbed, looking up at the towering group. He felt so small with them looking down at him like that.
"Revenge my dear boy," Macnair said, patting his trembling shoulder roughly, "revenge," he turned to the unconscious parents then at Nott and another death eater, "take them to the dungeons."
"NO!" Draco shouted, he made to go after his parents and protect them somehow but Macnair held him back so he watched helplessly as the two men carried his parents away as if they were mere objects, "LEAVE THEM-"
-
"ALONE!" Calvin screamed.
Brian jolted awake and sat up abruptly. He looked around dazedly for the source of the scream and saw Calvin whimpering in his bed, all tangled up in his sheets.
He was about to shake him awake when he noticed that the blond was already awake. His eyes were wide and spilling tears so quickly that they were wetting his pillow like a water spill. His whole body was trembling, hands clutched on his sheets.
"Calvin?" Brian said uncertainly, sitting beside him.
"It was Chri-istma-as," the blond said, crying harder and rolling up into a fetal position.
"It was only a nightmare," the raven head said soothingly, running a hand through his friend's hair only to realize it was soaked in sweat. Looking closer he noticed the thin sheet of cold sweat on the boy, "come on, you need to wash up," he frowned with worry as he pried Calvin free from his sheets; he was surprised that Jack and Ivan hadn't woken up from the racket.
"IT WASN'T A NIGHTMARE!" Calvin screamed, "IT WAS TOO REAL!"
Brian stared at him with surprise; he had never heard him scream like that. He glanced behind him only to see Jack and Ivan still snoring away. "Calvin, calm down, it's was nightmare."
"No it wasn't!" he grabbed him by the shoulders, sniffing, "it was a vision!" His lip trembled and he continued crying, "he was too young," he said in a tiny voice, slumping and lying his head on Brian's shoulder.
"Come on," the raven head said gently, helping his friend out of bed, practically carrying him to the bathroom.
Calvin tried to control his tears for the sake of keeping Ivan and Jack from waking up. He wiped his eyes roughly, using Brian to support his weight, god he felt awful, did he just scream at him a moment ago?
The emerald eyed boy opened the door and flicked the switch. Calvin blinked and squinted before taking in the room. It looked so clean and bright that it brought him back to reality, like he was reallywaking up.
Oh god, he DID scream at him! The blond closed his eyes and let the remaining tears fall silently, letting Brian direct him to the sink. He was so nice to him right now, he felt guilty about earlier, he shouldn't have shouted at him like that.
"Here," Brian grabbed a towel, wet it in the running water and dabbed it on Calvin's tear stained face. The pale boy stared at him in quiet surprise, at the very least he expected Brian to be grouchy for waking him up so late, what time was it anyway?
He felt even more guilty and embarrassed; he never wanted to show the raven head how vulnerable he could be, actually he didn't want to show anymore than he already did. He looked down at the tiled floor, sparkling back at him against the light, he felt so ashamed.
He must look so stupid right now, his face all puffed and red from crying so hard.
Brian didn't seem to care, just kept continuing to wipe Calvin's face with the towel. It felt so good to have the cold wet cloth run against his warm face like that, it felt so real. Brian was such a good friend.
A wet cloth was rubbed gently against his burning face, soothing away the grief that was still running through him. He looked up, his lip trembling slightly as if in warning that he would start crying again. A girl stared back with a soft and kind smile that reached her sparkling eyes. Her mousy hair was a mess due to the fact that she had to fight him so that he could wake up.
"It's ok," she said, wiping away the trailing tear with the towel, "you're safe here, especially with me here to protect you."
Calvin's eyes widened slightly but otherwise he stayed silent, he didn't want to worry Brian any further. "I'm sorry," he murmured, trying to ignore the stinging pain in his head.
"What?" the raven head faltered in his mission to scrub the blonds' face clean.
"I didn't…I…screamed at you…sorry," he bit his lip, the sting wouldn't go away.
"Don't worry about it," Brian smiled, putting the towel on the sink, "what was the vision about? It must have really freaked you out."
"Huh!" his head snapped up in surprise, was he that obvious in trying to hide the pain?
"The nightmare, what was it about?"
"Oh…" he looked away again, he really didn't want to relive it again, even if it would make him feel better, "I don't want to talk about it right now," he mumbled, fingering the edge of the sink, "sorry I woke you up, you can go back to sleep."
"Don't apologize; just tell me what happened, I promise you it'll make you feel a whole lot better."
"I know I just…need some time alone."
"Alright," hesitantly, Brian stepped out of the bathroom, not knowing that he left Calvin trembling.
'What is it about him that makes me feel so weird,' the blond wondered, frowning at the sink. It looked so spotless, like a tiny smudge would make it look like trash. Shaking his head he looked up at the mirror, wondering how horrible he must look.
His reflection was just a plain ordinary platinum blond boy staring vaguely back at him, his eyes were still a bit red and puffy. He hadn't realized it until now but the parents from his 'vision' were the same from the dream from before, except now they seemed so nice and a bit silly.
His eyes started to redden upand his lip quivered as visions from the nightmare returned. They were good people. Why did that have to happen to them? And the boy called Draco…he…
He gasped, staring at his reflection harder even though tears were beginning to leak a little.
Draco…Draco Malfoy…why did he keep having visions of this guy?
And the parents, Narcissa and Lucius Malfoy, they looked and sounded so familiar…
"Meet your new parents."
His eyes widened as he took a step back, shaking his head slightly. No, it couldn't be true, his parents were kind, they weren't evil like those people…
But the parents from the dream from before were evil yet in this one they were nice.
"Meet your new parents."
Did that mean that the people in the dream from before were the fakes? But then why would Draco want to impress them?
'They were wizards and witches,' Calvin remembered, 'maybe they put a spell on him to make him believe that they were his real parents,' he frowned, wondering where the idea came from.
Why was he thinking about this stuff anyway? It didn't concern him; they're not even about real people anyway. He was just going through temporary insanity, that's it, that's why he was getting these hallucinations.
'Don't you get it?' said a voice in his head, 'you're Draco Malfoy!'
Calvin let out a snort and made his way to the door, this was crazy, he was crazy, in a few days time he'll forget about all of this, especially that nightmare.
'It wasn't a nightmare it was a memory!' the voice ranted, 'haven't you noticed how you only seem to be getting visions on just one person? Because he's you!'
"Shut up," Calvin muttered angrily, gripping the door knob tightly.
'Look in the mirror again and what do you see? It's Draco Malfoy who stares back not Calvin Jacobs!'
Biting his lip the blond opened the door, turned off the light and marched over to his bed, pulling the covers over him, they felt kind of damp from his sweat from earlier. "I'm Calvin Jacobs, I'm Calvin Jacobs," he chanted until he drifted back to sleep.
Brian stared at the blond sadly. Gripping the sheets he tried to go back to sleep.
He never wanted to admit it to Calvin, but he was getting similar dreams too.
-
The Great Hall as usual was filled with chatter as the students sat down and ate their breakfast. It wasn't an unusual day to everyone. Just for one person.
McGonagall stirred her porridge, lost in thought at her sharp eyes gazed down at her students. Four seats were left empty in the Gryffindor table; that was expected. She knew where they and Parkinson went, but she couldn't tell everyone now could she?
Harry and Draco were in a new school, and Hermione, Ron, Ginny and Pansy had gone off to get their memories back. Obviously Potter and Malfoy couldn't go to St. Mungo's because they had new memories and they'd go nuts if they saw anything magical, so the mission was left to their closest friends. Pity, Malfoy only has one while Harry has three.
But what the school knew was that they were all off living in the muggle world as a school project. The pretty much left everyone jealous, they were off having an adventure while they were stuck doing school work. McGonagall couldn't stop a small snort.
Hufflepuff was fine, a little chatty but that was normal. Ravenclaw was the same as well. Now Slytherin, the same as usual.
Her eyes gazed over to a small group at the end of the table. They had just burst into laughter at a joke that apparently Goyle had said. The headmistress raised her eyebrows, was the boy really intelligent to make a funny joke?
Then she remembered what Allen said. Crabbe and Goyle were geniuses, they tried to get low grades but passed the years anyway. She frowned slightly, realizing it was true, through all her time teaching them they were horrible, but when they took their exams they improved so much that she thought they were cheating. But she always had anti-cheating spells on her tests so then…
Sighing, she shook her head and looked at the person in between them. In a way, she felt like she was in Dumbledore's shoes. He had to keep the secret of the prophecy from Harry until it was too late, and she had to keep the secret of the reason why Allen came to Hogwarts until the right time.
But then this came up. Now the boy needed more protection than the usual. Of all the children they could have chosen they had to choose him!
"Are you going to eat you're porridge?" Professor Sinistra asked, startling McGonagall. She turned to her and noticed the hungry glint in her eye as she stared at the porridge, "well if you're n-"
McGonagall dipped her spoon slowly in her porridge and raised it to her mouth, eating it leisurely and reveling at the stricken and embarrassed look on Sinistra. The professor turned away and attacked her next victim, good look Sprout.
Turning back to the Slytherin table she spotted Allen spitting out his pumpkin juice and laughing at another joke Goyle made.
-
"Come on wake up, wake up!" Agradartha said sharply, clapping her hands loudly. Ron groaned in protest and turned in his bed only to fall hard on the floor. Agredartha froze for a second and tried not to laugh.
"Wha's goin' on?" Ginny asked sleepily, rubbing her eyes as she stepped out of her bedroom.
"Draco's just had a dream, he's beginning to figure it out!" she answered excitedly, throwing Ron his uniform, "we've got to get to him, watch over him for a bit and see if he's remembering anything else, we've got to be as discreetly close to him as possible without him noticing-especially Brian, those two are rarely found separate."
"Who's remembering?" Hermione asked, stepping out of her own bedroom.
"Draco-RON WAKE UP!" for the redhead had fallen back to sleep under the stack of clothes that Agredartha threw at him.
"What about Harry?"
"He's getting dreams but he's trying not to think about it much," was the answer. She ran into her bedroom and threw out their uniforms to them, "get dressed breakfast is about to start!"
"Why won't he?" Ginny asked, frowning in confusion.
"Because he's afraid," she joined them, "he thinks he's been having such a wonderful life that this is trying to break his peace. You know what, I think he knows who he is but doesn't want to believe it, yep!"
The three Gryffindors stared at her blankly, she seemed so hyper and excited it was scary.
"Pansy wake up you're boyfriend's starting to remember!" she banged on the door.
It creaked open and said girl's face peered through. "I have a boyfriend?" she asked sleepily.
-
"Are you feeling any better," Brian asked cautiously as he walked with Calvin to the cafeteria.
"Hm? Oh! No, I'm…fine," he looked away, a light blush on his cheeks, "you don't have to worry about me."
"Then what was the…vision about?"
The blond didn't answer so Brian didn't ask again, he was about to change the subject when he finally spoke. "Do you remember when you first played the guitar?"
The raven head looked at him oddly. "Er…yeah, I was thirteen, Archie taught me, why?"
"Can you really remember it?"
"Of course, it was only a few years ago. He brought his guitar to my house and asked if he could teach me. It was kind of confusing at first but I got the hang of it, he's better than I am though."
"What about meeting him? How did you meet him?" they entered the cafeteria and sat on the farthest table.
"We met on the train when we were on our way to Stonewall High, we had to transfer three years later, why are you asking me this?" he grabbed a piece of toast and a butter knife.
"What did he look like?" he didn't seem hungry; in fact he looked very pale.
"He was red haired, had a few frec…kles…" he stopped in his description when he realized who he was describing, "he looked a lot like that guy in the train station a few months ago actually."
"You remember that?"
"Well, sort of, they reminded me a lot about some people here. Like that red haired girl, she looks like her," he pointed at the doors where a blond girl stepped through with a small group behind her.
"Do you remember your real parents?" Calvin asked, ignoring the group that just entered.
"What are you talking about? My parents are my real parents," he blinked, trying not to confuse himself, "I know I said I might have been adopted but...honestly Calvin what the hell are you getting at?"
"Nothing," he poured himself a cup of orange juice.
"Nothing? You practically gave me an interview!"
Calvin reacted by dropping his cup, it crashed on the table and spilled orange juice all over the table. He ran a hand over his face shakily before just resting his forehead on his palm. Brian grabbed a napkin and tried to wipe up the mess.
"Calvin this really needs to stop you're a nervous reck!" he whispered in hushed tones. The blond just nodded and stood up rather quickly, like his chair caught fire.
"I know, I-I just need to lie down," he turned and slammed into someone, "sorry."
"Calvin!" Brian stood up as well and chased after him, "wait!"
"Is he alright!?" the person Calvin bumped into asked.
"Fantastic!" the raven head called back sarcastically.
-
'I've gone insane, I've gone insane!' Calvin thought hysterically as he exited the cafeteria, 'stupid visions, stupid fucking visions!'
"Calvin!"
He ignored the caller and continued walking on. He was crazy, he didn't belong here he belonged in a lunacy home! He needed a shrink, yeah that's right, that's exactly what he needed, a shrink! He could ask his mother for one, she knows loads of doctors.
"Calvin stop!"
"I'M NOT CALVIN!" he yelled back, facing him,
-
Brian stopped in shock; watching as the pale boy took deep shaky breaths. Had Calvin gone insane?
"I don't know who I am anymore!" the blond ranted on, taking a few steps back, his whole body was trembling.
"You're Calvin Jacobs," the raven head said slowly, his worry for his friend growing, "you live in my neighborhood, remember?"
"Yes I do," his face screwing up, promising tears, "but there's voices a-and images in my head, telling me I'm not-WHO AM I!?"
"You're Calvin Jacobs!" he grabbed him by the shoulders, shaking him slightly, "you want to be an actor and you're a good person!"
"No," he whimpered, shaking his head, "they tell me I'm not, that I'm someone else, a bad person-"
"You're not a bad person," he shook him harder, he needed to understand, he needed to, "you've been a good friend to me, that's not what a bad person does."
"Then tell me who is Draco Malfoy!" the blond yelled nastily, his eyes watering up, a headache was beginning to grow.
"I don't know who he is, and you're not him if you think you are!" he added.
"Then tell me," he pulled out of his grip and walked over to the janitors closet, wrenching the door open he pulled out a broom, "do you remember this!?"
"What's wrong with you?"Brian breathed out, not believing what he was seeing, Calvin had gone totally insane.
"All right there, Scarhead?" the blond said, taking a step towards the pale raven head, "training for the ballet, Potter?" he went on.
He took a step back. "What are you-"
"Weasley is our king! Don't you remember it Brian?" Calvin asked softly, images were exploding in his mind, his brain couldn't take the pain much longer, "don't you remember the first time you rode a broom? Harry?" He could feel himself fade away.
"I'm not Harry," Brian said, paling more.
"You chased me up in the sky in our first year," his head felt like it was frying, "wanted to knock me off my broom. You got seeker for it too," he felt so weak now; he swayed dangerously, not long now.
"Calvin what the hell ar-" he quickly grabbed him before he could fall, the broom clattered to the floor.
"You really were the best Seeker anyone's ever seen, Harry," he whispered softly before he gratefully gave into darkness.
"Wh…" Brian stared at the unconscious blond with wide eyes, he needed a doctor, and probably the best psychiatrist out there. Before he could move though, he spotted a trickle of blood pouring slowly out of Calvin's ear.
The door to the cafeteria burst open and a group walked out in conversation before spotting the door.
"Oh my god what happened to him!" gasped the girl with curly red hair.
Brian was about to answer her until he noticed something about the shape of her face, it almost resembled a pug…like the girl from his dream, except she was mean.
"He…I need to gethim to the nurse," he lifted Calvin into a better carrying position and walked past the stunned group. They looked oddly familiar… 'Calvin what's gotten into you?' he wondered worriedly, glancing down at the blonds' peaceful face.
-
"Deverick's taking over as…male nurse isn't he?" Ron muttered. The girls nodded numbly.
"I think he remembered to quickly," Ginny said.
"You think?" Pansy said sarcastically, glaring at the young girl, "I'm going after them."
"You can't they'd think you're nosing around!" Hermione nearly screamed.
"So what!? Draco's hurt!"
"Harry's there," Ron said, grabbing her wrist before she could keep walking on, "he'll make sure he'll be fine."
"But he think's he's Brian!"
"So?" he fought on, "even if he is he's still sending him to the hospital wing! If he doesn't take care of him then why would he waste his time carrying him to the nurse!"
Pansy wrenched her wrist free but didn't make a move to go to the nurse. "I was the one who took care of him," she murmured, roughly rubbing her eyes and sniffling. Everyone else stayed silent.
Well, there you have it, chappy nine, I wish I'd gotten this out sooner but the original chapter got all screwed up T.T my floppy just wouldn't cooperate (sobs)
So Calvin went a little nuts (sigh/shrug/nod) we all get a little crazy sometimes XD anyway I've noticed that I've given Draco a bunch of visions so hopefully in the next chapter I'll put in more for Harry ;)
Review please!