The Betrayer
The archery range was the perfect place to think about everything and to put things into perspective; Sebastian was a Malfoy, one of the most powerful families that ever existed in the wizarding world and he was ignoring his heritage; I mean I wish I could ignore mine, but I guess I have accepted it. When I'm not contemplating Sebastian's heritage I'm imagining him sticking his hands down my pants and working his magic, only this time his hands are replaced by his tongue...
"Hey!" I heard a yell and without thinking I shot an arrow at the person who called and luckily for him,, he deflected it before it made a place for itself in his shoulder. "Give me some warning before you try to 86 me."
I put down my bow, "I am so sorry. I wasn't really paying attention."
"I can see that since you hit everything else except the target," Sebastian said indicating the yard which sported a number of arrows and the bare target. "You seem distracted."
"Yeah I am, but more than one thing," I told him as I picked up my bow and the arrows and walked over to the holding stall to put them away. "I had a thought, but I think you're gonna be mad with me."
"I can't wait to here this suggestion," Sebastian said folding his arms and leaning on the stall post.
"I think we should go visit your grandfather," I said as Sebastian's face turned an ugly shape.
"You're right I would get mad," he said to me as he started to walk away.
"Come on," I yelled as I ran after him, "This could be the one chance you have to find out why you drained your book. To know your grandfather."
"I don't want to know him," he said to me as he picked up the pace, "my family disowned him for a reason."
"Maybe that reason is not what you think," I suggested. "I don't like my grandparents either, but I didn't drain my book. You did. You absorbed centuries of your family's magic and you are not at all worried about what that will do to you?"
Sebastian fell silent.
"I am not asking you to be his best friend," I said, "just talk to him and find out why and then you can part ways."
He stood and thought about it for a few minutes and responded with, "Fine. You need to come with me."
"Of course I will," I said smiling as Sebastian stormed away. I knew I angered him, but he needed this meeting; both of them did.
Later that day, Sebastian and I stood in front of the hospital and just took in the view. The complex sat on a hundred acres of land, it was built like a fortress and the people inside operated as if they were fighting a war; the outside of the building was made entirely from stone, it stretched as high as I could see without getting dizzy, but being in this place gave me a weird feeling.
"Are you alright?" Sebastian asked as I held my head.
"Yeah," I said brushing it off, "Are you ready?"
"No," he said sighing, grabbing my hand, and leading me to the stairs. The closer I got to the doors the worse my headache became; it went from a little headache to a full blown migraine and felt as if I had a jackhammer in my skull. The pain was so much that I fell to my knees, but refused to scream in pain. "Maybe we should go?"
"No I will be fine," I said trying to deal with the pain, "we need to do this." Sebastian linked arms with me as we entered the door and just as the symptoms appeared, they were gone. My jackhammer of a headache was completely gone and I felt as if it had never happened. This place gave me the creeps and I had no clue why. Sebastian signed in and we were escorted to the correct room.
"Don't stay too long," the nurse said, "He gets agitated the longer people stay."
"Must run in the family," I said underneath my breath and Sebastian bumped me as I snickered. We entered the room and realized it was dark and the shades were down; it was like entering a somber plot to pay our respects for dead loved ones.
"It's been awhile," he said without looking at us; he was standing by the window with his arms folded. His voice was deep, but it was hard to make out any features since it was so dark.
"Grandfather," Sebastian said folding his arms.
"You brought someone knew," he said as I became startled, "A Potter."
"I am related to the Potters," I said in a high voice, "My name is Rey."
"It is nice to meet you," he said still with his back turned. "You came for information, what do you want to know?"
I looked at Sebastian and tried to usher him to ask, but he remained silent, "Sebastian was showing me the family magic book and we noticed that it was blank. Do you have an knowledge about why it would do that?"
"The only was that book would be blank would be if someone absorbed the magic," he said, "but if anyone absorbed the magic, they would instantly die."
"Well apparently not," Sebastian said as his grandfather whipped around so fast it created a breeze. His features were still not well defined, except for his iconic blonde hair.
"Are you telling me you absorbed the magic?"
"The first time I opened the book, the magic just disappeared and I suddenly knew things I had never known before," Sebastian said as his grandfather turned around and eyed us suspiciously.
"You're telling me you opened the book and the magic just up and left the pages?"
"That's what I just said," Sebastian said sharply, but I grabbed his arm and he calmed down. His grandfather went over to a big cherry bookcase in the corner of the room and frantically looked for a book. Sebastian leaned over to me and whispered, "He is off his rocker."
"Maybe this is something important so maybe you should stop being a prick and take in his information," I said as he scowled at me, "he is part of your lineage and has immense power and knows more than you do. No matter how much you hate him, he is your ticket to understanding your power." He did not say anything, but when we looked up Draco was holding a small book in his hands. It was leather bound, looked ancient; the leather was worn and I could see multiple handprints from when it was handled by the family.
"Do you remember your father telling you stories about The One Select?" Draco asked.
"Yeah," Sebastian said as I looked confused. He elaborated, "It was a tale from long ago that one was selected to have ultimate power. The ultimate power was to be used in time of severe crisis; whoever possessed this power could absorb all the powers from all the books and use them to fight off whatever evil was present at that time. All the major Pure Blood families would be required to give this person their books so he or she could absorb the power and use it. The only tricky thing is is that many people have tried to claim they were The One Select and many people have died from power overload. That doesn't explain why I absorbed the power; I should be dead."
"Maybe you're this person who is destined to use that powerful magic?" I asked as Draco tapped on the book.
"Read it," he said. "We have dreamed and hoped that one day The One Select would come and rid the world of evil and now maybe this is your chance."
"What happens when the ultimate evil is defeated?" I asked shrugging my shoulders when Sebastian looked at me with a disapproving glance.
"The magic that is used to defeat the evil will ultimately be drained from the surviving protectors and they will die."
"Who are the protectors?" Sebastian asked as Draco turned around and walked back toward the window.
"Our grandparents," I said as Draco nodded his head. "That's why they have been alive this long."
"I'm confused," Sebastian said as I paced and spoke at the same time.
"Think about it," I said walking and talking, "Why would they be alive 500 years after Hogwarts fell? There should be no reason and they should not even be our grandparents, they should be our however many times grandparents. They are still around because their jobs aren't done yet; once The One Select does their job, there is no reason for the protectors to stay around. They will all die." Draco remained silent throughout the explanation; he knew his time was coming, but how close was he? Was Sebastian really this chosen one that was going to save the world.
"What do we do now?" Sebastian asked clutching the book in his hands.
"Find the other families," he said, "make them come to you."
"And if they don't want to?" I asked.
Draco turned around, "You make them."
