Journey Chapter 4: Allies in the Wasteland

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I saw Harry giving the dark man the once-over, so I was resentful off the bat. My eyes narrowed, and my arms crossed defensively.

"Another prophecy, huh?" I hissed. "Harry you've certainly got your hands full."

Harry only looked at me funny.

Water churned around legs darkened by the sun. The siren's skin was as dark as night, but he had a gorgeous golden undertone to his flesh.

"Welcome, young kings."

"Kings?" Harry asked, drawing his eyes back up to the man's face with some reluctance. He only smiled, using all his perfectly white teeth. It was eerie, really, the white against his skin made him seem ethereal.

"You are wizards from your far away place, are you not?"

"Yes," Harry and I told him unanimously.

"And you are in love."

The way he said it, it was a statement. We only blushed, and I avoided Harry's eyes. I assume he did the same. The man smiled again, sending shivers down my spine. He laughed, a truly musical sound that left us enchanted.

"I see it's true, now isn't it?" He was close to us now. Leaning into both out faces he continued. "You will one day rule Cantani. The island will be yours."

I could see the facts ticking into place in Harry's brain. The way his eyes shifted upward and his lips pursed made me want to giggle.

And Malfoy's don't giggle.

"Dumbledore left us," Harry said, to me this time. "Do you think this is why?"

I shrugged, still holding back my laughter.

"The old wizard you speak of? I know his way. He would've asked me to look after you myself."

"Who are you, exactly?" I asked him. I was still upset about the looks Harry was giving him.

"Horanto." The name sounded as if it were coaxed from his lips by the wind, so soft and light. "Our land is in great need of you. They told me you would come, but I had started to doubt…"

He glanced behind him at the others.

"What's wrong with Cantani?" Harry questioned, frowning. His eyes still drifted around the perfect body of Horanto.

The siren's eyes darkened immediately. "The dark ones."

Harry's look was pressing, but it appeared Horanto wanted to say no more on the topic.

"You need shelter, someplace to stay. Please, let me take you." Horonto grabbed our hands and we padded after him.

"Dammit, Harry. You don't need to check him out all the time. Not…" I whispered furiously. We both knew the end to my sentence was, 'in front of me.'

"Checking him out?" Harry yowled, clueless.

I rolled my eyes and raised my eyebrow simultaneously; an old trick Blaise had taught me. I was surprised to find Harry rolling his green eyes back at me. But he grew serious quickly again, and quickened his pace after Horanto.

"I wasn't flirting, Draco. I was analyzing." He looked around him, with a little bit of horror and a little bit of wonder reflected in his face.

"I dreamed this. Horanto, this beach. All of it."

I gasped, searching for any sign of a joke.

"Even you."

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