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 results in the gift of Psychometry for Harry, (the Psychic ability of receiving 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.)
Thanks so far goes to:
Creamy Mimi- thank you for reading the first two chapters of my story! I really appreciate it. I also feel for Draco too sighs poor Draky.
How can you just walk away from me, when all I can do is watch you leave? Cause we've shared the laughter and the pain, and even shared the tears. You're the only one who really knew me at all. I wish I could just make you turn around and see me cry. There's so much I need to say to you, so many reasons why you're the only one who really knew me at all.
Kato hovered closer to Harry, who was holding his breath as the ghost inched toward him. Short, honey-blonde hair at shoulder length swayed with his ethereal body, which was clothed in his black dying robes. The light luminating off of his body lit up the dark corridor leading to the Gryffindor tower.
"Do you remember the blood, Harry? Do you remember the blood?" He repeated, his eyes deathly empty and gray. Harry nodded mutely, not sure whether to run or to wait and listen to his words.
"Salazar...he was such an evil man. I hated him. He was my father, yet I hated him." His eyes flickered with sudden emotion, but died somewhere within the air.
"I'm sorry, but I don't think I know your name." Harry asked meekly, afraid of the ghost's response. He was mysteriously intimidating, but he looked about 16 or 17, around Harry's age. The ghost glanced up at him sadly, and sighed.
"Kato Slytherin, son of Salazar Slytherin. I think you know who I am, do you not?" He looked up to Harry, his eyes haunting him. A chill crept up his spine, and he closed his eyes as the memory came back. "Y-yes...I...I remember you." He confirmed, looking to the stone ground.
Harry let an uncomfortable silence pass, and he let out a sigh. "You died a terrible death. You deserved better, you know. It was wrong, what..." At this, Harry choked as Kato's death relished his memory yet again. Yet, he continued. "What your father did. He shouldn't have killed you because you - you loved someone." He stuttered slightly, toeing the few dirt clods that littered the hall, which had been tracked in by the Quidditch players.
"Don't feel pity for me!" He yelled, his voice shaky with emotion. "I hate pity..." He muttered. Harry was slightly shaken at the ghost's offended nature. Harry looked into the haunted eyes. The ghost came closer, and whispered eerily into his ear, "You have to save him...please...save him." Many things were expressed in that phrase: Hope, Love, Desire, and most of all, a desperate need to renew what he could not have. His life.
Harry choked again, his brows scrunching in confusion. "But who-"
"You'll know in time...think about it." He suggested, smirking. He then dissipated, along with the humidity that swirled throughout the air. "Remember, Harry..." It echoed, an after affect of his spirit that had been just a foot away.
"Do you reckon Harry's turned into a girl, yet?" Fred asked George, surrounded by the smell of moist grass and Quidditch goals.
"Eeh, I doubt it. I really don't think we did that one right, Fred." George said, frowning and shaking his head in disappointment.
A long silence passed while the twins idly pulled out blades of grass.
"Fred, George, what in bloody hell did you do to me?! What was in that stupid candy of yours?" Harry yelled, his face a flushed red.
He was met with a blank look from the Weasleys. "What are you talking about, Harry?" They both asked at the same time, tilting their head to the side. Harry sighed in frustration.
"What the hell was in that candy? What did you put in it?" He asked, forcing some calm in the boiling current.
"Uum, Well, there was chips of snail shell, Boca Boca juice, Tanica, Articficial Flavoring, Wormwood-" George stopped counting when Harry interrupted suddenly.
"Wait ... Wormwood ... Didn't Snape say something about...? Hold on, I have to go to the library. I'll be right back." He blurted out, standing up and sprinting toward the big oak doors of Hogwarts.
Hermione paced the Gryffindor Common Room, Ron watching every step. "Ron, I just don't get it. Is Harry ignoring us or something? Do you think we did anything?" She asked with shaking worry.
"Hermione, I don't think Harry's ignoring us. You're thinking too much. You always do." He suggested smiling. He stood up and wandered behind Hermione when she had stopped pacing, and he wrapped his arms around her middle, leaning his freckled chin on her shoulder. Hermione sighed. "Maybe you're right. I'm probably thinking too much." She turned around suddenly, accidentally unraveling Ron's arms that were, before, lovingly wrapped around her. "Ron, this is serious. How are we going to tell Harry that we're...we're-" Ron interrupted. "together?" He suggested questioningly.
"Yeah..." Hermione heaved a large sigh. "I just don't want him to feel left out. You know, he hasn't had the best romantic life, and I don't want to push him away without knowing it. I'm starting to think he already knows and is probably ignoring us because he's angry." Hermione said, staring in shame at the red floor.
"Hermione, he isn't angry. Trust me. I don't think Harry's like that. He's our friend. If something was wrong, he'd come to us. Don't worry about Harry. He has enough to deal with as it is. You know how it is, don't you?" He asked her, putting most of her worry to rest.
Hermione sighed in relief. "Yeah, you're probably right." At that, Ron beamed, and muttered, "For once..."
He then encircled her waist and kissed her lightly. "Com'on. We need to get to lunch." He ordered slightly, leading Hermione out of the Common Room by her hand.
The smell from the Great Hall led all the way to the library, and Harry had to admit that he was hungry, but he had to find out exactly what Wormwood did. He knew it meant something immense in Shamanism and ancient witchcraft, for he had read a list on it in his Potion's text during 4th year. He no longer had the large, black book anymore, so he had to rely on the library's resources.
He decided on a dark brown leather book, labeled, Herbs: Uses, Meanings, and Development. Slamming it down on a grain-wood table, he scanned the 'Uses' section.
'Wormwood...wormwood...wormwood..' He chanted in his head, mouthing the herb over and over on his lips.
'Vetivert: Hex breaking, peace, luck, love, protection, exorcism
Violet: Animal guide work, wishes, peace, love, luck, lust, protection
Witches Grass: Happiness, lust, love, exorcism
Wormwood: Psychic powers, calling spirits, protection, love...'
A slight gasp came from Harry as he tapped the entry with his finger, and muttered it slightly to himself. "Wormwood...It develops Psychic powers, calls spirits, protection...love." Harry's eyes darted in confusion over the last two words. Protection and love. He hadn't really had any of that. But since Fred and George had put that in their candy, he couldn't just call it off as a hoax. He knew he had the Pychic powers, and he didn't necessarily 'call' the spirit, but a spirit had come to him.
Harry then came to a conclusion. Although Psychic powers were greatly valued in Muggle and Magical community both, it could become a problem when dealing with everyday life. And so far, the only times he had visions was when he -
A light came on in Harry's head. 'Is when I touch something...' He finished his thought in slight awe, and slammed the book shut after writing the meaning of Wormwood down on a scrap of parchment. Harry stuck it down into his robe pocket and headed for the Great Hall. Lunch was probably almost over, and he had to get something to eat before he starved.
When he arrived, something strange was happening. The stuffy, humid feeling was back, but when he asked Hermione about it, she said it must have been his imagination, because she couldn't feel a thing.
Harry looked down onto his lap, his brows scrunched in concentration. 'That must mean Kato's here...but why?' Harry asked himself, as he picked up some croissants, potatoes, sausage, and an assortment of other sides to the meal. As he almost bit into the croissant, something cold touched his back, making him jump.
"What is wrong with you today, Harry James Potter? One, you're ignoring us; two, you've hardly touched your food; and three, You're jumping like a tree frog!" Hermione announced rather loudly, attracting looks from some people at the Gryffindor table. People from other houses were looking on in curiosity.
Harry stuttered slightly and muttered, "Uh-um...I think someone threw something at my back...Like..food, or something." Harry said, blinking quickly as he told the lie. Hermione, luckily, hadn't caught on to his charade, and she turned his robe and inspected his back.
"Well, nothing's on there, so hurry up and eat. You're going to do terrible in the rest of your classes today." She scolded as she ate a part of her croissant and gulped it down with some Pumpkin Juice.
Just then, something cold touched his chin. He didn't bother flinching. He knew he would draw attention that way. Instead, he looked upwards to where the cold on his cheek was pressuring. When he did, he was looking toward the Slytherin table. 'What about the Slytherin table...?' Harry asked himself rather curiously. The pressure became rough, and an image flashed through his head.
Draco Malfoy.
Harry spit out a little of his Pumpkin Juice onto Seamus Finnigun, who asked straight away, "Harry, what was that all about?! Are you choking, or something?!" He asked in a mix of annoyance and concern.
Harry started coughing fakely and nodded at what Seamus had said. "Choked..." Harry muttered, and coughed again, as Seamus cleaned the splatters of the carrot colored juice off of his robes.
"My, Harry, you're rather distracted today." Ron admitted, slathering his second serving of potatoes in gravy.
Harry nodded. "Yeah, I have a lot of things on my mind, Ron." He said, looking over to his best friend. Ron glanced at him and mumbled near his ear, "You know, Hermione thinks you're ignoring us. You aren't, are you?" He asked, slightly afraid that Harry might have been angry with both him and his girlfriend.
"Mad? Ron, why would I be mad?" Harry asked curiously. Ron shrugged in response. "I dunno. Hermione keeps suggesting that you are."
"Well, I'm not." Harry confirmed, eating a piece of shrimp. Harry stopped eating when he saw what his two best friends were doing. Under the table, they were holding hands. His fork clattered onto his plate, making Ron glance at him curiously.
"Ron?" Harry asked again. He was going to confirm this 'thing' that was going on between his friends that they obviously couldn't tell him about.
"Yes, Harry?" Ron asked, concern in his crystal eyes. Harry waited a while to think of his words.
"Do you - I mean...Okay. Are you going out with Hermione?" He asked quietly, trying not to alert the other noisy Gryffindors around the trio.
"Yeah, I am." Ron admitted a little too quickly. Harry nodded mutely, his eyes glazed over. 'So. They kept this from me...' Harry thought rather crossly. Harry looked toward Ron with a look of confusion and sadness. "Ron, I'm...I think I'm going to go to the Common Room." Harry admitted, standing up to leave. Ron also tried to stand up but Harry put a hand between them. "No, Ron. I need some time to myself. Please?" He pleaded, melancholy in his green eyes. Ron sighed, and sat back down beside Hermione.
When Harry arrived at the Common room, he saw Fred and George curled up on the couch reading a book. Harry read the title and said, "You know, I really don't think you two should make any more candy." He said in accusation.
"Don't worry, Harry. Because of this experience, we aren't going to mess anything up next time." Fred said, both him and George nodding in confirmation.
Harry sighed. "Wormwood causes psychic powers, calls spirits, protection, and love... " He said, his voice level and downcast. He then added, "I've been suffering from psychic visions for the past day and a half. And they're all dark. Kato Slytherin, he -"
The twins then looked at him, suddenly alert. "Wait, you know his name?" They asked, their brows scrunched in confusion and wonderment.
"Uhhm...Yes. He told me." Harry admitted, feeling scrutinized under their gaze. Fred and George both looked at each other mysteriously. "Harry...He hasn't ever told anyone his name. He's never even told the headmaster," George said in a rather creepy voice. "Have you...did he talk to you, Harry?" Fred asked, his eyes narrowing like he was trying to solve a mystery novel.
"Uh, Yeah, he did." Harry said, looking into both twins cerulean eyes.
Fred and George both looked at each other again, and asked, "What happened?" Harry had no choice but to tell them. They were the only ones that knew about the unknown ghost, and he had to tell someone.
"He talked to me...I mean, I think it was yesterday night. I met him in the hall, and he told me that his name was Kato Slytherin. He then told me that I had to 'help him'," Harry quoted. "unfortunately, I'm not sure who it is I have to help. But I-" Harry debated whether he should tell them.
"I think I have a pretty good idea who it is." He finished, his eyes glazing over.
Fred and George looked at each other again. "Who?" They asked, waiting in anticipation. They were literally holding their breath.
"I-" he paused, "I can't tell." He finished, closing his eyes in defeat. Both Fred and George started breathing again. "Why not, Harry?"
"Because I can't!" He exploded, his eyes snapping open. He saw the twins shrink back. "I- I have to borrow something, you guys. Can you lend that horn to me...Just once? Please? I need it." He asked.
Fred sighed, and picked the small horn from out of his pocket. "Here, Harry. Be careful with it. That's the only way we can get to 'the room'." He said, leaning back in the crimson colored chair. Harry looked at the gold horn, about 4 inches wide, 5 inches long. "Thank's...Both of you." He nodded to each. "Um, how do you use this thing?" He asked, fingering the object over to get the feel of it.
"You just blow and the mirror will show up on the nearest wall." Fred substituted, waving at the wall that Harry was leaning against. Harry immediately stood up off of the wall and took in a small breath. As he blew the horn, a low 'rum' erupted, and a mirror about six feet high erupted from the wall. Harry turned around and grinned at the twins, waved, and stepped through the mirror.
Draco Malfoy leafed through his mythology book, quite bored because he had read and memorized every story, knowing what had happened even in the earliest of creation. It was like his new bible.
He had been like this every night: reading his books and staying up way past midnight. He hardly slept, and he was getting severely depressed from the thoughts of his summer.
'And what I have to return to after this year...' Draco thought, frightened. He didn't want to go back. Because if he went back, it meant ...
More killing. More screaming. More nightmares, more tears.
"Gods help me..." Draco muttered, his eyes watering up in fear. He curled up on his bed, hugging his skinny knees to his chest.
A thought then popped into his head. It was a common thought, but he looked at it from a different perspective this time.
'Avada Kadavra...Avada Kadavra...' He repeated to himself, thinking of the words. Really, truly thinking about them. How could they be used?
'Can I use it on...on myself?" He asked in slight horror. He wanted to do it. So badly did he want to. Then Draco came to another thought and asked himself, "Why shouldn't I do it? If my fate is to live with these nightmares for the rest of my life, I know for sure I'll just die...from something. Azkaban, or-" Draco gulped, "Or worse...Father." He sighed, and suppressed a sob that was starting to escape from his lips.
His decision was final. He would get drunk, cast the killing curse on himself without the pain, and die. 'Just fuckin' die.' Draco cursed.
As Harry stumbled into the rather dusty and old room, the humid feeling was automatically present. Harry knew exactly what that meant.
"Kato? Kato, I need to talk to you! Please...where are you?" He pleaded, spinning to look all around himself. From the corner of his eyes, he saw a white shimmer. He sighed in relief as he saw the dead eyes and frown present.
"I have to talk to you. I think I know who I have to help, but-" Harry paused, and looked to the floor. "I don't know if I can do it." It was the first time Harry felt himself losing his confidence.
Kato smiled for the first time and said, "You can do it, Harry. You're the only one who can do it. I've seen generations, and things similar to this has happened. Here, I guess I can help you." Kato floated over to a plush, dirty green chair in the middle of the room. "Under the cushion. Please, touch it."
Harry was confused. Touch the cushion?
He lifted the cushion, and saw what the illuminated boy was talking about. Under the cushion was a half sun-shaped emerald, half moon-shaped ruby pendant. It had a pure silver chain, and gold surrounded the edges of the jewels. He gasped, and automatically picked it up, forgetting what would be coming.
Harry felt paralyzed. His vision clouded.
Kato walked through the Forbidden Forest. The dark surrounded everything, and the trees swayed eerily with the wind. Kato was extremely confident in his destination and after a few more minutes, he arrived in a glade where the sun shone through. A waterfall fell musically over the colored rocks.
Kato sat on one of the stones, on which another person sat. A girl with long, strawberry-blonde hair sat and caressed Kato's hand when he arrived. They looked into each others shining, tearful eyes and kissed passionatly, Kato's hand wiping the girl's tears away.
"I have to go, Kato ... I'm so sorry. I don't want to get you in any more trouble than you're in."
Kato shook his head wildly. "No ... No! You can't go! Don't leave me!" He sobbed into his lap.
Harry breathed, tears starting to cascade down his face. He could feel Kato's longing and deathly sadness in the event. And somehow Harry knew it was his last kiss. It was Kato Slytherin's last share of love.
"Don't cry, Harry. It was a long time ago." Kato said softly, trying to sooth the reminder of his own sadness.
Harry shook his head, and murmured, "That isn't fair...It isn't fair!" He screamed. Kato looked to the ground in despair and sighed, his ghostly fingers running over Harry's shoulder. The coldness was back, and it somehow soothed Harry now.
The tears stopped flowing after a few minutes of slight mourning, and Harry stood up. "Kato, how's this supposed to help?" He was terribly confused. Terribly.
"Go there, Harry. Go to where I showed you." He smiled with tears in his eyes, and disappeared yet again. No echo, just ... gone.
'For now, at least.' Harry thought calmly to himself.
Chapter Notes: I actually did research the meaning of Wormwood, just so you know it isn't a bunch of hog-pooey. Please please please pleeeease review!!! I'll be getting the next chapter out in a day or sooner. So, as I said in my first chapter, keep seated!!!