Chapter 6: Draconis Undertale

| D's POV |

"You had one job!"

He kicked me once more in the stomach and I remained silent.

"How can you be such a fuck up of a son?!"

My father continued to beat me as I lay on the floor, eyes closed. This will be over soon. It has to. I never asked to be apart of this. I never wanted to do anything with him. I hate my father. He took away my childhood by training me to be a soldier. I was not allowed to have fun. I was never given the chance to make friends, just acquaintances and allies. I hate this life of mine. It's not fair Lucius Malfoy dictates my life and I am sick of it. Ever since my mother died, he has gone crazy for pursuing power. He will fight whoever to get his way. He believes he is always right. It's disgusting.

He slammed the door and I slowly sat up against the wall, wiping the blood off my mouth.

"Fuck him," I spat out and stood up, ignoring the way the world was spinning around me.

I have to get out of here.

Those were my last thoughts before jumping out the window and catapulting into the waves of the cold Pacific Ocean.

| H's POV |

"They will aim to round up all the human civilians first in the major cities," Blaise explained, "New York City, Toronto, London, Paris, Detroit, Moscow, Vancouver, Seattle, Tokyo, Shanghai, Seoul, and so on. They won't see us coming but we have to plan accordingly."

Tom questioned. "What are you suggesting?"

"We have to group everyone able to fight and split between the continents. North America, South America, Europe, Asia, Africa," he answered, "We'll have to evenly divide the power."

"Solid. I have to fight beside Hermione, our powers are most effective when together," he interjected.

Blaise looked irritated but sighed. "Fine. You'll be with Hermione. I'll go with Theo. I will group up with the Slytherins in Europe. You take Hermione to America and collect the undercover agents. The enemy will strike in one week. Every minute counts. We will stay in contact with these devices. They are similar to phones but they can only call and send messages as well as signals for help or retreat."

He handed out a small black flip phone to everyone.

"Best of luck everyone," Blaise locked eyes with Tom, "if she gets hurt in any way, I will personally hurt you."

"Understood."

"Okay, good luck!" Theo said and the two of them began to walk away.

"He's so overprotective of you," Tom shook his head.

"Yeah. I mean, he's been with all of my reincarnations anyway," I laughed.

"Not all of them," he said with a smirk, "not one at least."

"Oh?"

"I would know because I courted one reincarnation prior to meeting you," Tom said, "everyone else presumed you were dead."

"How come?"

"Because you ceased contact with everyone. It was because you were extremely depressed and I helped you regain your happiness. At first I was in it just to see how powerful you really were... but then, I fell in love somehow. Something I tend to not feel at all," his eyes began to have a soft glow to them as Tom reminisced that time.

"What was I like?"

"Absolutely stunning. Elegant. Refined. Intelligent. Stubborn. Loyal. You always knew how to make me smile," Tom answered.

"I see."

"Let's start the flight to America, it'll be approximately fifteen hours. I'll fly first then you will," he handed me an aviator mask.

I put it on and grinned.

"Let's do it!"

| D's POV |

I swam through the busy crowds of New York City and tried not to gag at the stench of the concrete jungle. Humans are nasty. Unlike us elves that are incessantly clean and refined beings. The humans around me were talking loudly, wrapped in layers of their garments. I tried to blend in with a black winter coat, blue jeans, black sneakers. I hid my elf ears with a long winter hat. It's not that I was cold; I needed to camouflage. Snowflakes danced in the wind and white painted over the endless skyscrapers of the city. Lights sparkled from businesses and buildings and Christmas decor was littered everywhere. I suppose if somebody saw my ears, I could argue that I work for Santa Clause.

What am I supposed to be looking for anyway?

Someone not human?

I shook my head. That'd be difficult because they're most likely also disguised as a human being. Great.

I felt a tap on my shoulder and I turned around.

A man with green eyes and big glasses smiled, his messy hair almost covering his eyes. He held his hand out.

"Hello! I am Harry Potter. Pleasure to meet you," he grabbed my hand and shook it.

A handshake? Is that what humans do?

"Hello. Draco. Draco Malfoy," I offered a small nod.

"I have many things to talk to you about," Harry said in a hushed tone, "it needs to be somewhere more private though. Please follow me."

I raised my eyebrow and followed him in the crowd to a quaint cafe. He sat down and I took the chair across from him.

"I know you're not human," Harry said, "neither am I. There is grave danger approaching Earth and we must try to stop it."

I scoffed. "What? Why do you say that?"

"The sky turned red yesterday! How did you miss that?"

Ah, I was being beaten up by my father then. That would explain why I don't know about it.

"I was busy then," I muttered.

"Anyway, I have managed to get in contact with Tom Riddle and he will be arriving here in a few hours or less."

Tom Riddle. That name sounded very familiar.

"Okay."

"He will organize us all in this country to prepare us for the war next week."

"Wait, war?!"

"Yes. There is an enemy travelling towards us as we speak that can cause mass extermination unless we do something to stop it!" Harry insisted. "Do you know of anyone else who can fight?"

"No. I don't," I frowned, thinking of my father, "who is Tom Riddle?"

"He's the leader of a rogue organization that is active globally of non-human members outcasted from Heaven or Hell. He is an extremely powerful individual and I would advise to remain on his good side," he explained, "he is half grim reaper half human. Tom can predict deaths accurately as well as take lives easily. He can control ghosts and spirits as well as communicate to his ancestors."

"Real scary, Potter," I said sarcastically, "what is this ghost dude supposed to do? How are we supposed to stop something that can destroy all of us?"

"He will have a plan," Harry adjusted his glasses and looked out the window with a hopeful expression, "he has to."

A/N: Thanks for the read and as always please kindly leave a review! Maybe if I get enough, the next chapter will be longer than usual hmm