Before Wind, there was Creation
((Chapter Edited))
Summary: Harry Potter, who ate a test product from Fred and George, ends up going terribly wrong when they conclude that they had added wrong ingredients, which resultes in the gift of Psychometry for Harry, (the Psychic ability of recieving visions and feelings through objects you touch.) Draco Malfoy, on the other hand, is growing and changing his views and mind in ways both light and dark. BUT...Is there a bigger force at work here? Can Harry's ability help Draco get out of the depression he is slowly spiraling into? (HP/DM Yaoi [Boy/boy relationship. If you don't like it, DON'T READ.)
How sad to see a father with money and no joy. The man studied economics, but never studied happiness.
--Jim Rohn
Harry Potter had stayed for about twenty minutes longer, trying to regain some of his poise and sanity back. The vision of Salazar mercilessly killing his son made Harry break out in a sweat and shook him so much that it left a deep imbedded memory in him. The fear in the vision- the terror that Harry could feel from Kato was so immense that it left him slightly immobile for awhile, leaving him to replay the vision over and over in his head.
It was like a distant memory- it was on the brink of remembering, but too important to forget.
The air was getting stuffy, like something had swept through the room, trying its best to cleanse the visitors of their presence. So Harry, being as uncomfortable as he was, stood up without much balance, and sauntered clumsily over to the mirror.
A 'whoosh' was heard as Harry passed from the mirror into his own dorm room. 'Wicked!' Harry thought to himself. He would have to ask Fred and George about that later.
When he looked behind him, the mirror was gone, leaving the normal dorm wall left for him to stare at. He'd already missed his first class, so Harry stalked down into the Common Room, got his books ready for Double Potions and left out of the Portrait, who kept scolding, "And what excuse do YOU have to be out of class, young man?"
Ignoring the ongoing ramblings of the Pink Lady's Portrait, he sprinted down the hall as fast as he could, knowing he might be late. He only had six minutes to get to the dungeons, and that wasn't very long considering the size of the school.
'Almost there...Almost there!' He kept chanting to himself, until something- or someone, ran into him as he turned the corner.
"Oomfh!" He heard across from him, as all of his and the person's books went sprawling across the floor. Harry muttered a quick 'Sorry', while he also heard a 'Sorry' from the other person, albeit very softly. Looking up to hand the persons books to them, his eyes widened in realization.
Standing before him was Draco Malfoy. Draco plastered a scowl on his face, trying to hide his former apology.
As Harry held the books in his calloused hands, a vision ran through his head quickly.
Draco sat in his victorian styled room in the Malfoy Manor, glancing over the material he would have for the oncoming year. One of the books looked extremely new, with gold lettering grazing the front. As he was intensely concentrating on an article in the book labeled 'Turning the tables-Death Eaters and Aurors' , a baritone voice was heard shouting from the stairs.
"Draco! Hurry up; get down here!" Draco's eyes filled with fear. He gulped and held his throat, which had dark purple bruises on it. "C-coming father!" He yelled down to him. He got his cloak out of his closet, and put it on around his slim shoulders.
As he arrived to the middle of the staircase, book still in hand, his father walked steadily up to him, and gripped him by the back of his neck. Lucius used his cane with the basilisk head to steer Draco to the family room. Draco obeyed as his father forced him to sit down.
"Now Draco- I know how much you want to be a Death Eater," Lucius proclaimed. At this, Draco gulped inaudibly. "I have constructed lessons for you, here at the Manor..." Draco's eyes widened slightly.
After this, the visions sped up, flashing through Harry's head faster. Draco killing ... crying softly on his silk pillow at night in his room while he tried to concentrate on homework ... the pain and horror in his eyes when casting 'Avada Kadavra.'
"Give me that!" Draco Malfoy yelled, snatching the book from Harry, whom looked extremely stunned. To Draco, this looked more than odd. One moment, his enemy was offering him a book. The next, he was holding the book out and his eyes glazed over. His body started shaking like he was having a seizure, and it stopped- just abruptly came to a halt.
Draco eyed Harry cautiously before snatching up the rest of his books on the floor, and continuing on his way to Double Potions.
Harry was having a more difficult time returning to reality. He stood up, his knees feeling like jello, and scraped the few books he needed up off of the polished floor. Harry now started thinking something awfully weird was going on. Something extremely weird.
'I hope this is the last one...' He thought to himself darkly, remembering the past two he'd had in the same hour. Both dark, both depressing, and both involving killing. 'Just what cheers up my day.' Harry thought as he walked swiftly to the Dungeons.
"Five points from Gryffindor for being late, Mr. Potter!" Snape proclaimed, as Harry sat down in his seat between Ron and Hermione. Harry didn't bother shrinking down in his seat; everyone had become used to the points that Snape took daily.
A few of the Slytherins started to snicker. 'Right on schedule.' He thought, smiling grimly to himself.
Snape brought out a salmon colored, thick potion in a large vial. "Everyone, take a look. This potion is the key to making any person lie whenever someone asks a question. If they ask the person their name, they lie. If they ask them how their Childhood was, they lie!" Snape was now huffing in frustration. Harry winced slightly at that. He knew that Snape had a bad childhood due to the marauders and a broken home.
"Today, we are going to learn about the ingredients of this extremely difficult potion. Open your texts to page 749, and read the first five paragraphs - No, Longbottom, not that page! The next one! The - Finally! You get something right." Snape mumbled while towering over the clumsy boy. Malfoy's snickers could be heard across the room, causing Harry to glance over. He had an odd looking quill that had a pink light at the tip of it.
'Stupid little git- finds this amusing when people pick on others. He probably loved killing those muggles...' Harry thought. He had been thinking that for awhile now, because Malfoy acted as if nothing bad had happened over the summer. Harry was doubtful that it had happened at all.
The lesson flew by. "Next time, we will make this potion. Now get out of my class!" Everyone scatted at the rude dismissal.
Ron, Hermione, and Harry walked out in a line as they normally did, when Malfoy came straight up behind Harry, and asked, "Hey, Potter, have a crush on Bulstrode? You were looking at her the whole time!" Draco cackled in amusement,
"No, Malfoy, I don't have a crush on Bulstrode! Your stupid Head of House is as boring as a snail trying to run a hampster wheel! The floor was more interesting!" He retorted back, anger welling in his chest.
Malfoy smirked more, amused that he was pushing the golden-boys buttons. "Well, at least I have a brain when it comes to class! As you admitted yourself, you find the boring old ground more interesting and educational than learning a simple equation. You probably have so much fun staring at the ground, don't you, Potter?" He snorted, and then chuckled, a slight smirk covering his face.
Harry was through. His face was pink with frustration, and he was ready to quit the argument. But not without the last word. "Yeah, well you probably had fun torturing those Muggles..." He mumbled, regretting it just at it had spilled from his lips. 'Oh...shit.' Harry thought urgently, as he turned to walk away from Malfoy. 'He doesn't know that I know that!' He scolded himself in embarrassment.
Something tight grabbed his arm in a swift motion, and he was turned to face his rival once again.
"WHAT...did you say to me Potter?!" Malfoy hissed angrily. Harry knew he'd hit a chord.
"You heard me..." Harry whispered, his eyes narrowing. At that, Malfoy's eyes widened in slight fear and shock. 'How did he...how did he know?!' Malfoy thought in confusion.
Hermione and Ron were yelling at Malfoy to keep his hands to himself and to get off of Harry's arm, but neither were attentive enough to listen to their sudden squabblings.
Letting go of Harry's arm, Draco turned to walk away from the Potions classroom, when he announced over his shoulder, "And never- I repeat, NEVER...mention my home life again, Potter! Or it will be the end of you..." He spat with as much venom and menace he could muster.
'However the stupid wanker knew it, he had better not mention it to anyone- not even mention it to me.' He thought darkly, coursing over the events of the summer. He HAD killed muggles - but if he hadn't, he was deathly afraid of what his father might do. His father was his life - his dreams and his hope. And over the summer, Draco realized he didn't want to be exactly like his father.He wanted to have his strength, his prowess, and his passion. Everything that made a more than stable person is the things his father had. And Draco wanted all of that.
Draco had to admit to himself, he didn't like killing. He HATED it! More than anything, he hated it. Because he knew that everyone hid their feelings in his family, and when those Muggles screamed out for mercy and sobbed while whispering sweetly and singing soothing songs to their screaming children, he - Draco Malfoy – watched while he whispered the killing curse. And he killed them. And he watched as they all screeched in pain and loss. Mothers, children, fathers; it became too much. Almost every night, Draco would have nightmares of those people he had killed. And it was many. So many.
Four times a week he had had his lessons, and his lessons ALWAYS involved those cursed words. 'Avada Kadavra..' Like a chilling chant that swelled his night terrors, and screamed during those times his thoughts wandered.
He wished he could just die. He never got enough sleep- he was haunted by the many nightmares. Haunted by the imaginary screams in the dark of his dorm room when everything was silent. He could hear them...and they were everywhere.
"Harry, want to play some chess? Pleeeease?" Harry could hear from Ron's own bed. Ron had been having cases of Insomnia, and usually went to bed around 11:30, nearly midnight, and every night, since a week ago, he had been begging Harry to play something. Anything! It was driving him personally bonkers.
"Ron, please! Will you shut up!?" He hissed, trying not to offend his friend any more than he had in the past.
"Just one! Please? Only one, Harry!" He begged, a little louder.
"Be quiet, Ron, you'll wake everyone up!" Harry replied, extreme annoyance tugging his soft spoken voice. A defeated sigh came from the bed beside his, and he knew he had won. 'Finally I can get some sleep...'
He sighed loudly and smiled. The day had been pretty rough.
But as peace settled around the Boy-Who-Lived, a sudden jerk awoke him from his pitfall into slumber. Harry looked around startled, and didn't see anything - not one thing.
The humid feeling came back yet again, startling Harry into an extreme awareness. He reached for his wand under the bed, muttered 'Lumos', and still saw nothing. Nothing at all. 'Strange..' He thought. He remembered feeling that humidity in the room Fred and George had took him to. 'Nox...' He muttered sleepily, and noisily clattered his wand onto the side table beside his bed.
A sudden snoring came from the other side of his bed. Courtesies of Neville, of course. Harry smiled mockingly as he sat up in bed. 'There is absolutely NO way in hell I am going to go to sleep tonight...' He thought to himself idiotically. He rolled out of his bed and stumbled through the curtains as he scouted for his invisibility cloak noiselessly.
Harry knocked into the wall, almost knocking a whole table over. After righting the would-have-been mess, he took the silvery cloak out of his trunk and pulled it over his shivering shoulders. The humidity wasn't present anymore, but had been replaced by a great chill; Harry's teeth were pointing that out quite well.
As he snuck out of the Fat Lady's Portrait waking her up slightly, he raced down the hall, not knowing where to go. 'You could go to the kitchens...' He told himself. When he decided to, he headed toward and under the Great Hall.
'Oh, hell...' He muttered. Right in there were some sleeping house elves and some fully active. But that wasn't what surprised him. What really surprised him was Crabbe and Goyle, Malfoy's hug-buddies, huddled in the middle of the room taking up most of the space. They were eating a large, chocolate cake that looked like it would probably have been used for a past Halloween party. At that, Harry grimaced and decided against going to the kitchens tonight. He shuddered at the thought of the gigantic hulks figuring out he was in the same room with them. Instead, he decided to go to the Astronomy tower, where it was quiet, and the pitch black night was clear.
He was surprised when he saw Draco Malfoy, the third git to the trio of dumb-nuts, sitting on one of the sills singing a soft melody to himself. Harry didn't want to reveal himself, afraid that it might have very dire consequences.
"Flying higher, step to step
to see what life can do.
Feeling better, sailing lighter,
Shouldn't time be strewn?
Lest the mighty mountain breaks,
and sees its years are few.
Call of the pearly dove,
Sheath the sword in duel."
The song ended and by the last word, his voice had cracked, and he was sobbing into his knees, rocking back and forth. Harry was dumbfounded. He had seen this in his vision, but this - seeing it for his own eyes...This was...
This was pathetic. And sad, Harry had to admit. At first, he thought seeing the day Malfoy cry would be a phenomenal day! But to his displeasure, it wasn't. It was just pathetic.
Harry didn't know whether to feel grieved and sorrowful, or tell himself that the git deserved it. He just didn't know. There were so many things that Malfoy had done to him - to his friends! How on earth could he trial himself to this burden?!
Harry sighed in thought quietly. But although it was quiet, it had still caught the ears of Draco, and his head darted in the direction of invisible Harry in the corner of the tower. Harry looked at Draco's face, and noticed the tear tracks along his cheeks, and did a double take to where Draco sat. An unopened bottle of muggle beer and some candies from Hogsmeade sat beside him, keeping him company. 'Draco drinks? Hmm...' Harry wondered, remembering the time he had caught his cousin drinking beer in the kitchen late at night.
Draco was still sitting there staring at the spot. "What am I doing? I'm going absolutely ... Insane. Yep. My father was right." At this, Draco turned to the window, still thinking he was talking to himself. "I'm useless, pathetic, cowardly, do bad in school- mostly everything a loser is on my checklist." Draco chuckled vainly from his side of the room, and he shook his head, tsking. "Why, if my father had seen me here- crying like a lil' baby, he would probably have slapped me." After Draco said that, it reminded Harry of the first vision he had had about Salazar's son.
"Mother's a cunt. I hope she stays out of my fuckin' life." He spat, silver eyes glaring behind him. If Harry could count on this, he would say Draco actually knew he was behind him. But that was probably unlikely.
'God, why do I keep feeling that someone's listening to every damn word I say?!' Draco swore aggressively to himself. He looked back to the window and chuckled vainly yet again. "I hate mother...always trying to protect me. Says, "Oh Lucius, why are you so mean to him?" Or, "Lucius, just make sure you don't bruise him this time." Draco mocked, the female voice not sounding right with his male adolescent one. He then scoffed, and glared angrily at the starry sky.
"She thinks I'm weak. I'm not weak! That's the fuckin' reason I love my father! He has it all - fame, strength, and true ambition. But I-HATE- killing," He spat. Then, when he got over his fury, he muttered, "I love him- yet, I hate him." His face remained unreadable.
After studying his face, Harry recognized a tint of sadness; Draco continued. "Once, when I was seven, father asked why I kept going out into the gardens. Being the stupid idiot I was back then, I told him I had a new friend, and I wanted him to meet him. He agreed, unfortunately for me. I remember the lil guy," Draco paused here and genuinely smiled. The first Harry had ever, truly seen. This made Harry gape in awe and put him in an state of amazement. "he had two buck teeth, and talked kind of weird, but he was probably the best friend I've ever had." His eyes then became dark with rage.
"And the fuckin' bastard killed him. Right there in the garden, shot him down with the killing curse."
Harry gasped. This threw him for a loop. He hadn't expected the story to twist and change so suddenly. A hint of pity began to develop in his chest, but he pushed it to his stomach and ignored it best he could.
Draco shook his head pitifully and sighed. Getting up off of the ledge, he snatched the beer and candy from off the sill and walked swiftly out of the Astronomy tower.
Harry was left with one thought; That Draco wasn't all brat-and-bright like he portrayed. He really wasn't.
Draco was suspicious because he had swore he'd heard something - or someone, gasp, and he freaked himself out, thinking Peeves might have been listening. He berated himself until he got to the blank stone entrance where he entered and disappeared into his dorm bed covers.
Harry slowly stalked out of the tower, a whole new philosophy forming in his mind about his enemy. The wave of humidity washed over him again, and he was sure that in the morning, he would talk to Fred and George at breakfast, or at least whenever he could find them. He had to. He needed to.
When he was heading toward the Fat Lady's portrait, he stopped. A shimmer of white had been seen from the side of his peripheral vision, and he had swore the humid feeling had stayed with him throughout the entire walk.
Suddenly a calm, yet scared voice, called out to him.
"Harry...over here. Please come over here..." It pleaded, its' voice dreadfully mournful. The voice echoed off of the stone walls, and when Harry looked toward the voice, he was scared out of his skin by a ghost that looked exactly like Salazar's son, Kato Slytherin.
Chapter's Notes: Sorry for the cliff-hanger, but I had to do it :) By the way, the melody that Draco sung was made by me, just telling you not to sue me if you had a suspicion that it wasn't mine smiles I really hoped you liked it, and if you don't review, I'll think I did bad and never ever ever ever ever ever Takes deep breath ever ever ever ever write fanfiction for you ungrateful people again! Pouts like a three year old... Gah, no, I'll keep writing, just PLEASE Review!