Title: Before Wind, there was Creation
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.)
All of my Thanks goes to::::
Feye Morgan - Ya, it was kinda hard to get Hagrid's accent down -_- But thank you so much for staying with my story =) I greatly appreciate it. I really, truly do.
Creamy Mimi - I'm so glad you like my story! *Blushes* Also, thanks for the compliment. I appreciate it ^_^
**"And all of these were [Keres] were making a grisly fight over one man, glaring horribly at each other with eyes full of anger, and making an equal fight of it with claws and bold hands." -Shield of Heracles 261**
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Harry Potter sat in the darkness of the lion-symboled Common Room, the glow of the fire casting off of his haunted features. He was tired of it. Of everything. It was all just so complicated. He thought that when he came back to Hogwarts, he would face Voldemort off again. It would all be so simple- he would escape, as usual, with the help of the wise wizard, Dumbledore, and he would go back to the Dursley's where he would be again cooped up in his room, eating stale toasted bread and sweet, yet bitter tasting water-
But no. It just had to be different *this* time. He now had a persons' life in his unstable hands, and he didn't know if he could really handle it. He was half angry at Kato for putting him up to the deathly task, but then he was also peevish at himself for being so naive as to jump into a problem not even of his own, head first.
His breath was labored, and the darkness consumed his surroundings even more.
It was odd- When Harry had woken up about three hours before dawn, he had noticed a magnificently beautiful ring sitting on the bright red comforter. Ruby was its main color, shaped like the sun, with emerald points surrounding it, like green grass below. Harry hadn't known how it had gotten there- maybe Ron gave it to him as a gift to appologize?
~'No...Ron couldn't afford this.'~ Harry thought with doubt. He then utterly regreted it afterwards. Ron was his friend! His best friend! He couldn't doubt him, whether it was from him, or not.
Harry took a couple of seconds to breath and calm himself, before letting himself drift back to his thoughts. Draco Malfoy was one of them. Harry had a ton of questions; What truly makes him so- mean? Why did he have those bruises on his neck? How did he *really* act toward his friend that got murdered? Most of all, was the summer so bad for him to have made Draco actually want to perform suicide?
It was unthinkable- and Harry had a hard time understanding it; but he knew he had seen it with his own eyes. It was terrorizing, but he had saw it, nevertheless. Every stuttered, dark word...
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~~*Black wings.....fangs....screaches....everywhere. They were everywhere! Surrounding him.....stalking him.
Enclosing around his doomed body, red eyes blaring into his soul....
biting-
clawing- Closer, they were getting so much more closer to consume him-
reaching for his swelled, swift heart-*~~
Draco shot straight up in his sweat covered bed, his breaths terribly labored and wheezing. Tears were seen sliding slowly down his cheeks in horror, and he held his aching head in his trembling hands. It was all too much- they kept coming after him. The past few nights, they had been after him. The creatures that kept haunting his dreams kept appearing, time after antagonizing time-
Draco reached up towards his mother's locket. It was still there, and he sighed in relief. After Draco had rocked himself to a calmed state, he saw the ring. Emerald encircled in a body of small, dainty rubies. It was beautiful, so beautiful. There was something about it that was so much more different than objects his father had bought for him.
It slid fluently onto his clammy finger, and he felt a strange power come through him. Like an ache- a pull in the depths of his unconcience mind. It wasn't strong, but it was strong enough to notice its everlasting presence.
Draco dragged himself weakly out of his curtains, feeling the frigid chill cut into his feet through to his feeble knees. He shivered slightly and crept to the awaiting Slytherin showers.
The heat from the shower soothed his fears as well as his muscle pains, and when he stepped out, he was once again surprised at the cold that drifted through the air like a knife. He pulled on some faded baggy gray jeans, and a white muscle shirt that fit his form. His father hadn't known about his muggle clothes, and he wasn't about to alert him to his change, either.
He pulled his Slytherin robes on, and sighed tiredly, rubbing the sleepiness from his eyes. He gathered his things for Double Potions, and carried everything into the Common Room. The low room was just as chilly as the dorms, and Draco decided to change that. He hated being so cold- it reminded him of killing...and Death.
"Incendio." He mutteres half-heartedly, pointing his wand at the fireplace. A large fire erupted, and the heat slowly, but surely, drifted through the cold commons. He laid back, relaxing into the plush contents of his, and only his, chair.
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Potions had went pretty quick for everyone. Surprisingly, Snape had mysteriously not tooken any points from the Gryffindors (which was later a huge subject to talk upon), and the Slytherin's were intensely bored since their Head of House wasn't performing any entertainment. Though every time someone tried to fall asleep, Snape would use an assortment of basic spells to wake them up. 'Wingardium Leviosa', which dropped a book on Harry's head, 'Sonorus', which was used to yell in Crabbe and Goyle's ears, and amazingly he had used 'Rictusempra' on Draco, making him giggle his head off. This, in turn, only made things worse, as everyone in the class had burst out laughing at the almighty-Malfoy's girlish laugh.
After class was dismissed, most headed to Divination. The only reason many students hadn't dropped the subject was it was extremely easy to take- Hermione took it because that would be one more class that would 'benefit her in the future', as much as she hated it.
As Harry, Hermione, and Ron walked into the incense filled room, they sat down noticing most of the Slytherin's wanting to fall asleep. Trelawney mysteriously appeared in the room, her mystical eyes grazing over the unsuspecting students. "Welcome...My students. Today, we will try to get in touch with the old spirits of this school. You will watch me, and then- do it yourself." She smiled slyly, and walked toward her chair, the Patil twins eyes glued to the mysterious witch.
"Closer. Come close, all of you. And listen." She said smiling, signaling for both houses to surround her. They did just so, the Slytherins keeping as far separated from the Gryffindor's as they could get.
Trelawney hummed for a few minutes, making her students very confused. The twins, however, closed their eyes along with her.
"Aha!" She exclaimed, making most of the teens jump. "I see-" She hesitated, but continued. "I see one of the founders- brunette...no, *wait*! Blonde..blonde hair. Salazar Slytherin."
Harry's eyes widened. 'No way-' He thought to himself. 'Please Kato, don't get in contact with her. Please don't get in contact with her.' He begged, his eyes showing every bit of how nervous he was.
"Aaah....it's..." She waited, her brows scrunched in concentration. Lavendar and Parvarti held their breath in tense waiting. "It's- his son!" She exclaimed, making most of the student's gasp in wonder. Harry, however, groaned, causing a few students to look at him in offense.
Glancing apologetically at them, he waited for the necromancer's words calmly, yet just as nervous as before.
Draco, on the other hand, was watching in attention more apt than both twins together. He had heard the Doondakug's comment on Kato Slytherin, and he wanted to know so much more.
Trelawney then hummed mysteriously, and gasped. "Ah! I see a- a mirror! It's a mirror! It's really important, he says. Wait- he's saying more." She waited, and the room was oppressively quiet. Not one student was heard breathing- not one heart beating.
"He's showing me two rings." At this, she looked extremely confused as the vision took its own course, showing more and more gaps that she didn't understand.
"The rings- one more emerald...one more ruby. They are somehow- somehow *binded* he's saying." Trelawney then looked over-excited about something, and she hummed even more.
"I see two students. Two of them somewhere in this room...." At this, her eyes snapped open in horror, making all of the students jump out of their seats. "He tells me not to reveal the students. But I had another vision, not relating to the spirit-" She stopped and looked straight into Draco's eyes. People slowly turned to where the Professor's eyes rested, and they all held their breath for her revelation.
"Asclepios is after you! The Keres drive and peck away at you slowly....ever so...slowly," Her eyes were glazing over, and it was like her voice wasn't even hers. She then continued, "Chiron summons you." She stated, her eyes widening. Most people were on the brink of madness. They had never heard their Diviniation teacher talk this wierdly before.
The teacher turned to Harry, and the students shifted their gaze. "Chiron asks you to come, also. Trees are all around. Go there! He's demanding it!" She yelled in madness, making the students even more confused. Lavendar was starting to water up. She was immensly worried about her teacher, and she didn't know what was going on in the woman's head.
Hermione and Ron glanced at each other. They knew at that moment that Harry hadn't been telling them anything for the past week, and they whispered to each other, promising themselves to find out the mystery.
"Apollo....he whisperes something about 'The Prophecies!'" She screamed hysterically. Her eyes looked dead, and suddenly, infront of all of the shocked students piercing gaze-
She collapsed in her chair. They class was deadly quiet, but soon after, went into horrendous chaos.
They whispered harshly about what the professor had just revealed, and Draco and Harry kept glancing at each other- they both knew they were somehow involved in this. After all, they *did* both recieve a ring that morning, and they both noticed the opposite-jeweled rings on each other's fingers.
Lavendar and Parvarti went down the ladder, and toward the Hospital Wing, while many of the students tried to revive their fallen Professor from her faint using hankerchiefs, fans, and wind-blowing charms that some of them had learned from their parents.
Draco didn't know what to do, so he tried his best to relax and force his eyes to close form the madness around him.
"What's going on, Harry? You haven't told us anything! Please- I don't want you getting hurt." Hermione said, heartfelt. Ron nodded along with her statement, and gulped a few times as feelings of guilt washed over him.
Harry licked his lips, and closed his exhausted eyes. "Look- I'm sorry you guys. I'll tell you what happened, ok." Harry looked around, making sure no one was listening, and continued. "The day before I- uhh- found out you both were going out, Fred and George tested one of their new products on me. I found out that it contained Wormwood in it, which causes Psychic abilities, calls spirits, protection, and love. When I had fainted from the candy, they took me to a hidden room that was sealed off by the Founder's themselves. The candy was *supposed* to turn me into a girl-" At this, Ron snickered, but Harry rolled his eyes.
"But I didn't. They had made it wrong. They left me there, and I had a vision of Kato- who's Salazar Slytherin's son- being murdered. *By his father*." He announced heavily. "Well, the way you get to the mirror is you have a horn that summons the mirror. You go through it, and you get there. Somehow, Malfoy got involved in all of this, because Kato told me I had to save him-" At this, Ron interrupted.
"And you believed him?! You bloody fool! The ghost is a Slytherin, Harry! Salazars' son!" Harry then glared at Ron, making him shut up.
"Ron, you don't understand! He loved someone! He loved a Muggle! He wasn't at all Slytherin at heart. He wasn't and *isn't* like his father, Ron." He stressed, trying ot get the point into his friends thick skull. Harry sighed, as a look of relization then struck on the red-haired teens face.
"Well, now *I'm* confused, and don't know what's going on. So I'm not going to say anything else. But if I find something out..." Harry hesitated. "I- I'll try to tell you, ok?" He asked in respect, getting a nod from both Ron and Hermione.
Hermione looked at Harry in worry, and sighed. "Just- be careful. Remember what Malfoy's done to us. Just- remember, ok?" She asked, her eyes pleading. Harry nodded in understanding, and broke with his friends as Professor McGonagall walked into the room, dismissing the flustered students. They walked out immensely grateful, as the strict woman hovered Trelawney out of the smoky room and to the Hospital Wing.
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The library had more attendants than usual after Trelawney's revelation. They were all eager to learn about the things she had talked about- Keres, Apollo, and Asclepios in particular.
Draco was there for a *very* good reason, though. He was directly involved with the mythical beasts and gods. In which way, he wasn't sure at all.
He pulled out a tattered red hard-backed book, and flipped it open silently. A breeze blew as he opened the book, and he knew that Madame Pince had probably added a charm to it to add extra...'spice'.
** "The Keres are warrior deimons of the Battlefield, resembling death by battle, accidents, or murder. They work with the Fates [Moirai] whom measure the day a man is born to the day he will die. The deimons mostly crave blood and feast upon it after shredding the souls of the Mortally wounded free, but sending them to Hades.
The Keres in, and of themselves can't rule over men- they are controlled by Zeus and other gods that are able to control whether it can stop or go on. The Keres look like fanged and taloned women dressed in bloody garments.
It is said that Witches are able to summon the Keres to do their bidding. They have to be begged also, however. Only then will they come and strike down their enemies-"**
Draco slammed the book shut, causing another gust of wind. Students startingly looked toward him, their eyes glaring. He sighed, and put the book away. He took out another book, a pitch-black book that had gold lettering on it. It reminded him of one of his class text books.
Draco flipped through to the Index, and hurriedly looked up 'Asclepios'. He then found the article on page 623, and sat down to read.
**"Asclepios:: God of Medicine and Healing
Parents:: Apollo [God of Divination and Prophecy] / Koronis
History:: As a mortal, the god Asclepios learned healing from a Centaur named Chiron. Asclepios learns the ability of healing so well, that he starts raising people from the dead [which is against the law of the Gods- for a mortal to be able to have that power]. Zues strikes him down with a thunderbolt, killing him. Apollo gets angry at Zeus for killing his son, and he destroys the Kyklopes, whom made the thunderbolt that Zeus had struck down his son with. Later, Asclepios is raised from the dead by the Moirai (Fates) from Hades, and is apotheosized as a god. His appearance is said to look like a bearded man with a serpent intwined staff."**
Draco closes that book softly, not wanting any more attention, and continued to search the Library for a 'Prophecy' that Apollo could have made relating in any way to him. He couldn't find *anything*, so he headed out of the Library and towards the Dungeons.
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Harry was fuming by the time he got to the Gryffindor Common Room. He slammed his dorm room open, and took the small horn from out of his trunk.
'Hum', it sounded lightly, summoning the Mirror that lead to the ghosts room.
Harry walked through, hearing the now-familiar 'whoosh' sound, and sat on the hard, green couch. ~'Where the hell *are* you, Kato?!'~ He growled in his head, his lips scowling.
It was a few minutes before Kato appeared slowly in the room, a body part appearing one by one. Kato bit his lip, and looked to the ground. Harry stood up in anger.
"What the fuck was that about, Kato?! Huh!? You just probably got the press on me, now! If they believe Trelawney, I'm doomed- Draco's doomed!" He shouted in frustration.
Kato just stared in surprise at him. "What!?" Harry asked, his eyes looking accusingly toward the innocent ghost.
"You- you called him 'Draco'." Kato's eyes widened. He knew that the ring had something to do with this.
"No I didn't, Kato! What, are you *lying* to me, now?" He growled, his look was that of a malicious beast ready to leap and shred its prey to pieces.
Kato looked to the ground. "No...you really *did* call him Draco. Calm down. Think back to what you said." He suggested, trying to sooth the nerves of the upset teen.
After a few minutes of tense silence, Harry's eyes grow wide. "Oh my god....I called- I did call him that!" He then frowned. "Shit...I'm so sorry, Kato!" He apologized, looking extremely guilty toward the ghost, now considered his friend.
Kato smiled sadly, and sighed. "That's ok. Don't worry about it. You have to go....Go, Harry. Now." Kato urged, staring at Harry with his haunting eyes of his.
A feeling that he hadn't felt from Kato in a long time took him over. The stuffy, heated feeling, like something was trying to push everything out of a enclosed space. Harry nodded abidingly, but before he walked through the mirror, he looked back to where Kato was sitting-
But he was gone. Sighing, Harry walked through.
What Harry expected to see definitely wasn't what he was seeing now. He was in the Dungeons. He looked around, his eyes trying to get used to the darkness surrounding him. When Harry noticed it was pitch-black, he lit his wand.
'Lumos!' He whispered. Suddenly, the thin beam of light from his wand pointed out a shining object right where Harry was turning the wand toward. Harry tilted his head in confusion, trying to make out the glinting object.
He picked it up, and noticed it was a locket in the shape of a star. Right when he was about to open it, his vision darkened, and silence surrounded him:
***The silence of Death hung in the air, and the aroma of ripped flesh held evenly through Draco's nose. He looked around at the barren landscape, the sun barely over the Horizen. It was getting darker, and Draco somehow knew what came after that. A deep roaring sound- like that of a herd of stampeding elephants- sounded in the distance, and his eyes widened in relization. From over the mountain, Draco could see all of them- the running, screetching monsters, coming at him at an amazing speed. He could smell the stench of blood from their garments and from their breath, and he ran, ran for his life.
As he looked behind him, he could see their blood-thirsty gaze, their scavenging hands ripping at each other, mistaking each other for Humans. Some of their faces were shredded immensly, and bone could be see poking out of some of their limbs. Draco shuddered as his weak knees failed to jump over a stick that was potruding from the dry, dusty Earth.
Then he started crying. He had dreamed this before. He knew what would happen. They ran up to him like wild dogs, ripping his arm to shreds, and clawing at his chest, ripping open his shirt. Blood was now dripping down most of his body parts as they tried in vain to reach his heart-***
Harry screamed, and he screamed. This was more horrible than any of the visions. Any of them. Harry sobbed, as he noticed that his body wasn't mutilated. He knew that it was *Draco* in the vision, not him, but he could feel everything- the claws ripping his flesh open, the creatures biting at his legs and scratching open the veins in his arms. He shuddered, and sobbed once more, holding the locket to his chest. He didn't yet know who's it was, until someone stepped out of the blank stone wall in the corridor.
Light was emitting from the persons' wand, and when they saw who was sobbing, locket in hand, they gasped. "Potter? Is- is that you?" Draco asked, not knowing if it *was* really Harry who was holding *his* mother's locket.
Harry sobbed an understandable 'yes', and he lowered his head, sniffling. Draco looked down on Harry in curiosity, and asked, "What's wrong? Did the dream team finally dump you?" He asked, smirking.
An anger filled Harry's eyes, and Draco could see it even in the pitch blackness. "No! They didn't 'dump' me, Malfoy!" He stood up quickly, but just as immediatly collapsed onto the floor. Draco caught Harry's head before it could hit the hard stone of the dungeons.
There was an uncomfortable silence. After a few minutes of contemplating, Draco decided to ask for the locket back.
"Potter- that's my locket." He stated. But Harry didn't respond. He just 'hmmd', and snuggled into Draco's lap. Draco looked on in bewilderment at his rival's behaviour.
Harry didn't care about anything right now. He didn't care about *one thing*. Because right now, all his mind thought was 'I am weak, and I'm becoming stronger,' as he held onto Draco's arms, his head on his lap. He felt like he was being held now. Being, for one time in his life, accepted.
The feeling was rudely interrupted as Draco roughly pushed Harry off of his lap, and demanded his locket back. "Potter- my locket. Give it to me!" It sounded as if there was a hint of pleading in the statement. Harry sighed in disappointment, and handed the jade-studded piece of gold back.
There was another silence, except this one was more comfortable than the last. "Malfoy, how am I going to get back to Gryffindor Tower?"
"I 'dunno, Potter. You made it here, you can make it back." He snapped scathingly.
"Malfoy, you don't understand!" Harry yelled a little too loudly, causing the corridor to echo.
"Shut *up*, Potter! Just wake the Professors and give us detention while you're at it!" He hissed sarcatically. After a moment of silence, he sighed, and mumbled a spell. Suddenly, the corridor lit up in green light. Harry looked toward the ceiling and saw many torches, now lit with the bright color. Harry smiled, but then he heard Draco gasp.
"What is it?" Harry asked, concern in his voice towards him for the first time.
"Is-is that-?" Draco didn't finish, because for the first time, he had seen one of the things that belonged to his mystery-
The Mirror stood idly on the cold stone, the two boys staring wonderingly at it. Why *had* Harry been transported to the dungeons?
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Chapter Notes:::: Wow....That was probably the most I've ever written- wait, nevermind. It is! (Atleast this chapter in *this* story, it is.) This story IS GOING SOMEWHERE! I do have a plan, so don't think I'm just writing MaGiCaL words out of my mAgIcAl fingers. There is a reason for Asclepios to be involved. *wink wink* You'll find out layta. Apollo's also very important to the plot of this story. Just saying so you won't say 'Aaah, this story is crap, let's stop reading it...'
I got most of my resources from alot of the mythology websites on the web. You can find out alot about where my story *might* be heading if you research: Keres ; Asclepios ; Apollo ; Mythology in general
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.)
All of my Thanks goes to::::
Feye Morgan - Ya, it was kinda hard to get Hagrid's accent down -_- But thank you so much for staying with my story =) I greatly appreciate it. I really, truly do.
Creamy Mimi - I'm so glad you like my story! *Blushes* Also, thanks for the compliment. I appreciate it ^_^
**"And all of these were [Keres] were making a grisly fight over one man, glaring horribly at each other with eyes full of anger, and making an equal fight of it with claws and bold hands." -Shield of Heracles 261**
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Harry Potter sat in the darkness of the lion-symboled Common Room, the glow of the fire casting off of his haunted features. He was tired of it. Of everything. It was all just so complicated. He thought that when he came back to Hogwarts, he would face Voldemort off again. It would all be so simple- he would escape, as usual, with the help of the wise wizard, Dumbledore, and he would go back to the Dursley's where he would be again cooped up in his room, eating stale toasted bread and sweet, yet bitter tasting water-
But no. It just had to be different *this* time. He now had a persons' life in his unstable hands, and he didn't know if he could really handle it. He was half angry at Kato for putting him up to the deathly task, but then he was also peevish at himself for being so naive as to jump into a problem not even of his own, head first.
His breath was labored, and the darkness consumed his surroundings even more.
It was odd- When Harry had woken up about three hours before dawn, he had noticed a magnificently beautiful ring sitting on the bright red comforter. Ruby was its main color, shaped like the sun, with emerald points surrounding it, like green grass below. Harry hadn't known how it had gotten there- maybe Ron gave it to him as a gift to appologize?
~'No...Ron couldn't afford this.'~ Harry thought with doubt. He then utterly regreted it afterwards. Ron was his friend! His best friend! He couldn't doubt him, whether it was from him, or not.
Harry took a couple of seconds to breath and calm himself, before letting himself drift back to his thoughts. Draco Malfoy was one of them. Harry had a ton of questions; What truly makes him so- mean? Why did he have those bruises on his neck? How did he *really* act toward his friend that got murdered? Most of all, was the summer so bad for him to have made Draco actually want to perform suicide?
It was unthinkable- and Harry had a hard time understanding it; but he knew he had seen it with his own eyes. It was terrorizing, but he had saw it, nevertheless. Every stuttered, dark word...
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~~*Black wings.....fangs....screaches....everywhere. They were everywhere! Surrounding him.....stalking him.
Enclosing around his doomed body, red eyes blaring into his soul....
biting-
clawing- Closer, they were getting so much more closer to consume him-
reaching for his swelled, swift heart-*~~
Draco shot straight up in his sweat covered bed, his breaths terribly labored and wheezing. Tears were seen sliding slowly down his cheeks in horror, and he held his aching head in his trembling hands. It was all too much- they kept coming after him. The past few nights, they had been after him. The creatures that kept haunting his dreams kept appearing, time after antagonizing time-
Draco reached up towards his mother's locket. It was still there, and he sighed in relief. After Draco had rocked himself to a calmed state, he saw the ring. Emerald encircled in a body of small, dainty rubies. It was beautiful, so beautiful. There was something about it that was so much more different than objects his father had bought for him.
It slid fluently onto his clammy finger, and he felt a strange power come through him. Like an ache- a pull in the depths of his unconcience mind. It wasn't strong, but it was strong enough to notice its everlasting presence.
Draco dragged himself weakly out of his curtains, feeling the frigid chill cut into his feet through to his feeble knees. He shivered slightly and crept to the awaiting Slytherin showers.
The heat from the shower soothed his fears as well as his muscle pains, and when he stepped out, he was once again surprised at the cold that drifted through the air like a knife. He pulled on some faded baggy gray jeans, and a white muscle shirt that fit his form. His father hadn't known about his muggle clothes, and he wasn't about to alert him to his change, either.
He pulled his Slytherin robes on, and sighed tiredly, rubbing the sleepiness from his eyes. He gathered his things for Double Potions, and carried everything into the Common Room. The low room was just as chilly as the dorms, and Draco decided to change that. He hated being so cold- it reminded him of killing...and Death.
"Incendio." He mutteres half-heartedly, pointing his wand at the fireplace. A large fire erupted, and the heat slowly, but surely, drifted through the cold commons. He laid back, relaxing into the plush contents of his, and only his, chair.
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Potions had went pretty quick for everyone. Surprisingly, Snape had mysteriously not tooken any points from the Gryffindors (which was later a huge subject to talk upon), and the Slytherin's were intensely bored since their Head of House wasn't performing any entertainment. Though every time someone tried to fall asleep, Snape would use an assortment of basic spells to wake them up. 'Wingardium Leviosa', which dropped a book on Harry's head, 'Sonorus', which was used to yell in Crabbe and Goyle's ears, and amazingly he had used 'Rictusempra' on Draco, making him giggle his head off. This, in turn, only made things worse, as everyone in the class had burst out laughing at the almighty-Malfoy's girlish laugh.
After class was dismissed, most headed to Divination. The only reason many students hadn't dropped the subject was it was extremely easy to take- Hermione took it because that would be one more class that would 'benefit her in the future', as much as she hated it.
As Harry, Hermione, and Ron walked into the incense filled room, they sat down noticing most of the Slytherin's wanting to fall asleep. Trelawney mysteriously appeared in the room, her mystical eyes grazing over the unsuspecting students. "Welcome...My students. Today, we will try to get in touch with the old spirits of this school. You will watch me, and then- do it yourself." She smiled slyly, and walked toward her chair, the Patil twins eyes glued to the mysterious witch.
"Closer. Come close, all of you. And listen." She said smiling, signaling for both houses to surround her. They did just so, the Slytherins keeping as far separated from the Gryffindor's as they could get.
Trelawney hummed for a few minutes, making her students very confused. The twins, however, closed their eyes along with her.
"Aha!" She exclaimed, making most of the teens jump. "I see-" She hesitated, but continued. "I see one of the founders- brunette...no, *wait*! Blonde..blonde hair. Salazar Slytherin."
Harry's eyes widened. 'No way-' He thought to himself. 'Please Kato, don't get in contact with her. Please don't get in contact with her.' He begged, his eyes showing every bit of how nervous he was.
"Aaah....it's..." She waited, her brows scrunched in concentration. Lavendar and Parvarti held their breath in tense waiting. "It's- his son!" She exclaimed, making most of the student's gasp in wonder. Harry, however, groaned, causing a few students to look at him in offense.
Glancing apologetically at them, he waited for the necromancer's words calmly, yet just as nervous as before.
Draco, on the other hand, was watching in attention more apt than both twins together. He had heard the Doondakug's comment on Kato Slytherin, and he wanted to know so much more.
Trelawney then hummed mysteriously, and gasped. "Ah! I see a- a mirror! It's a mirror! It's really important, he says. Wait- he's saying more." She waited, and the room was oppressively quiet. Not one student was heard breathing- not one heart beating.
"He's showing me two rings." At this, she looked extremely confused as the vision took its own course, showing more and more gaps that she didn't understand.
"The rings- one more emerald...one more ruby. They are somehow- somehow *binded* he's saying." Trelawney then looked over-excited about something, and she hummed even more.
"I see two students. Two of them somewhere in this room...." At this, her eyes snapped open in horror, making all of the students jump out of their seats. "He tells me not to reveal the students. But I had another vision, not relating to the spirit-" She stopped and looked straight into Draco's eyes. People slowly turned to where the Professor's eyes rested, and they all held their breath for her revelation.
"Asclepios is after you! The Keres drive and peck away at you slowly....ever so...slowly," Her eyes were glazing over, and it was like her voice wasn't even hers. She then continued, "Chiron summons you." She stated, her eyes widening. Most people were on the brink of madness. They had never heard their Diviniation teacher talk this wierdly before.
The teacher turned to Harry, and the students shifted their gaze. "Chiron asks you to come, also. Trees are all around. Go there! He's demanding it!" She yelled in madness, making the students even more confused. Lavendar was starting to water up. She was immensly worried about her teacher, and she didn't know what was going on in the woman's head.
Hermione and Ron glanced at each other. They knew at that moment that Harry hadn't been telling them anything for the past week, and they whispered to each other, promising themselves to find out the mystery.
"Apollo....he whisperes something about 'The Prophecies!'" She screamed hysterically. Her eyes looked dead, and suddenly, infront of all of the shocked students piercing gaze-
She collapsed in her chair. They class was deadly quiet, but soon after, went into horrendous chaos.
They whispered harshly about what the professor had just revealed, and Draco and Harry kept glancing at each other- they both knew they were somehow involved in this. After all, they *did* both recieve a ring that morning, and they both noticed the opposite-jeweled rings on each other's fingers.
Lavendar and Parvarti went down the ladder, and toward the Hospital Wing, while many of the students tried to revive their fallen Professor from her faint using hankerchiefs, fans, and wind-blowing charms that some of them had learned from their parents.
Draco didn't know what to do, so he tried his best to relax and force his eyes to close form the madness around him.
"What's going on, Harry? You haven't told us anything! Please- I don't want you getting hurt." Hermione said, heartfelt. Ron nodded along with her statement, and gulped a few times as feelings of guilt washed over him.
Harry licked his lips, and closed his exhausted eyes. "Look- I'm sorry you guys. I'll tell you what happened, ok." Harry looked around, making sure no one was listening, and continued. "The day before I- uhh- found out you both were going out, Fred and George tested one of their new products on me. I found out that it contained Wormwood in it, which causes Psychic abilities, calls spirits, protection, and love. When I had fainted from the candy, they took me to a hidden room that was sealed off by the Founder's themselves. The candy was *supposed* to turn me into a girl-" At this, Ron snickered, but Harry rolled his eyes.
"But I didn't. They had made it wrong. They left me there, and I had a vision of Kato- who's Salazar Slytherin's son- being murdered. *By his father*." He announced heavily. "Well, the way you get to the mirror is you have a horn that summons the mirror. You go through it, and you get there. Somehow, Malfoy got involved in all of this, because Kato told me I had to save him-" At this, Ron interrupted.
"And you believed him?! You bloody fool! The ghost is a Slytherin, Harry! Salazars' son!" Harry then glared at Ron, making him shut up.
"Ron, you don't understand! He loved someone! He loved a Muggle! He wasn't at all Slytherin at heart. He wasn't and *isn't* like his father, Ron." He stressed, trying ot get the point into his friends thick skull. Harry sighed, as a look of relization then struck on the red-haired teens face.
"Well, now *I'm* confused, and don't know what's going on. So I'm not going to say anything else. But if I find something out..." Harry hesitated. "I- I'll try to tell you, ok?" He asked in respect, getting a nod from both Ron and Hermione.
Hermione looked at Harry in worry, and sighed. "Just- be careful. Remember what Malfoy's done to us. Just- remember, ok?" She asked, her eyes pleading. Harry nodded in understanding, and broke with his friends as Professor McGonagall walked into the room, dismissing the flustered students. They walked out immensely grateful, as the strict woman hovered Trelawney out of the smoky room and to the Hospital Wing.
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The library had more attendants than usual after Trelawney's revelation. They were all eager to learn about the things she had talked about- Keres, Apollo, and Asclepios in particular.
Draco was there for a *very* good reason, though. He was directly involved with the mythical beasts and gods. In which way, he wasn't sure at all.
He pulled out a tattered red hard-backed book, and flipped it open silently. A breeze blew as he opened the book, and he knew that Madame Pince had probably added a charm to it to add extra...'spice'.
** "The Keres are warrior deimons of the Battlefield, resembling death by battle, accidents, or murder. They work with the Fates [Moirai] whom measure the day a man is born to the day he will die. The deimons mostly crave blood and feast upon it after shredding the souls of the Mortally wounded free, but sending them to Hades.
The Keres in, and of themselves can't rule over men- they are controlled by Zeus and other gods that are able to control whether it can stop or go on. The Keres look like fanged and taloned women dressed in bloody garments.
It is said that Witches are able to summon the Keres to do their bidding. They have to be begged also, however. Only then will they come and strike down their enemies-"**
Draco slammed the book shut, causing another gust of wind. Students startingly looked toward him, their eyes glaring. He sighed, and put the book away. He took out another book, a pitch-black book that had gold lettering on it. It reminded him of one of his class text books.
Draco flipped through to the Index, and hurriedly looked up 'Asclepios'. He then found the article on page 623, and sat down to read.
**"Asclepios:: God of Medicine and Healing
Parents:: Apollo [God of Divination and Prophecy] / Koronis
History:: As a mortal, the god Asclepios learned healing from a Centaur named Chiron. Asclepios learns the ability of healing so well, that he starts raising people from the dead [which is against the law of the Gods- for a mortal to be able to have that power]. Zues strikes him down with a thunderbolt, killing him. Apollo gets angry at Zeus for killing his son, and he destroys the Kyklopes, whom made the thunderbolt that Zeus had struck down his son with. Later, Asclepios is raised from the dead by the Moirai (Fates) from Hades, and is apotheosized as a god. His appearance is said to look like a bearded man with a serpent intwined staff."**
Draco closes that book softly, not wanting any more attention, and continued to search the Library for a 'Prophecy' that Apollo could have made relating in any way to him. He couldn't find *anything*, so he headed out of the Library and towards the Dungeons.
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Harry was fuming by the time he got to the Gryffindor Common Room. He slammed his dorm room open, and took the small horn from out of his trunk.
'Hum', it sounded lightly, summoning the Mirror that lead to the ghosts room.
Harry walked through, hearing the now-familiar 'whoosh' sound, and sat on the hard, green couch. ~'Where the hell *are* you, Kato?!'~ He growled in his head, his lips scowling.
It was a few minutes before Kato appeared slowly in the room, a body part appearing one by one. Kato bit his lip, and looked to the ground. Harry stood up in anger.
"What the fuck was that about, Kato?! Huh!? You just probably got the press on me, now! If they believe Trelawney, I'm doomed- Draco's doomed!" He shouted in frustration.
Kato just stared in surprise at him. "What!?" Harry asked, his eyes looking accusingly toward the innocent ghost.
"You- you called him 'Draco'." Kato's eyes widened. He knew that the ring had something to do with this.
"No I didn't, Kato! What, are you *lying* to me, now?" He growled, his look was that of a malicious beast ready to leap and shred its prey to pieces.
Kato looked to the ground. "No...you really *did* call him Draco. Calm down. Think back to what you said." He suggested, trying to sooth the nerves of the upset teen.
After a few minutes of tense silence, Harry's eyes grow wide. "Oh my god....I called- I did call him that!" He then frowned. "Shit...I'm so sorry, Kato!" He apologized, looking extremely guilty toward the ghost, now considered his friend.
Kato smiled sadly, and sighed. "That's ok. Don't worry about it. You have to go....Go, Harry. Now." Kato urged, staring at Harry with his haunting eyes of his.
A feeling that he hadn't felt from Kato in a long time took him over. The stuffy, heated feeling, like something was trying to push everything out of a enclosed space. Harry nodded abidingly, but before he walked through the mirror, he looked back to where Kato was sitting-
But he was gone. Sighing, Harry walked through.
What Harry expected to see definitely wasn't what he was seeing now. He was in the Dungeons. He looked around, his eyes trying to get used to the darkness surrounding him. When Harry noticed it was pitch-black, he lit his wand.
'Lumos!' He whispered. Suddenly, the thin beam of light from his wand pointed out a shining object right where Harry was turning the wand toward. Harry tilted his head in confusion, trying to make out the glinting object.
He picked it up, and noticed it was a locket in the shape of a star. Right when he was about to open it, his vision darkened, and silence surrounded him:
***The silence of Death hung in the air, and the aroma of ripped flesh held evenly through Draco's nose. He looked around at the barren landscape, the sun barely over the Horizen. It was getting darker, and Draco somehow knew what came after that. A deep roaring sound- like that of a herd of stampeding elephants- sounded in the distance, and his eyes widened in relization. From over the mountain, Draco could see all of them- the running, screetching monsters, coming at him at an amazing speed. He could smell the stench of blood from their garments and from their breath, and he ran, ran for his life.
As he looked behind him, he could see their blood-thirsty gaze, their scavenging hands ripping at each other, mistaking each other for Humans. Some of their faces were shredded immensly, and bone could be see poking out of some of their limbs. Draco shuddered as his weak knees failed to jump over a stick that was potruding from the dry, dusty Earth.
Then he started crying. He had dreamed this before. He knew what would happen. They ran up to him like wild dogs, ripping his arm to shreds, and clawing at his chest, ripping open his shirt. Blood was now dripping down most of his body parts as they tried in vain to reach his heart-***
Harry screamed, and he screamed. This was more horrible than any of the visions. Any of them. Harry sobbed, as he noticed that his body wasn't mutilated. He knew that it was *Draco* in the vision, not him, but he could feel everything- the claws ripping his flesh open, the creatures biting at his legs and scratching open the veins in his arms. He shuddered, and sobbed once more, holding the locket to his chest. He didn't yet know who's it was, until someone stepped out of the blank stone wall in the corridor.
Light was emitting from the persons' wand, and when they saw who was sobbing, locket in hand, they gasped. "Potter? Is- is that you?" Draco asked, not knowing if it *was* really Harry who was holding *his* mother's locket.
Harry sobbed an understandable 'yes', and he lowered his head, sniffling. Draco looked down on Harry in curiosity, and asked, "What's wrong? Did the dream team finally dump you?" He asked, smirking.
An anger filled Harry's eyes, and Draco could see it even in the pitch blackness. "No! They didn't 'dump' me, Malfoy!" He stood up quickly, but just as immediatly collapsed onto the floor. Draco caught Harry's head before it could hit the hard stone of the dungeons.
There was an uncomfortable silence. After a few minutes of contemplating, Draco decided to ask for the locket back.
"Potter- that's my locket." He stated. But Harry didn't respond. He just 'hmmd', and snuggled into Draco's lap. Draco looked on in bewilderment at his rival's behaviour.
Harry didn't care about anything right now. He didn't care about *one thing*. Because right now, all his mind thought was 'I am weak, and I'm becoming stronger,' as he held onto Draco's arms, his head on his lap. He felt like he was being held now. Being, for one time in his life, accepted.
The feeling was rudely interrupted as Draco roughly pushed Harry off of his lap, and demanded his locket back. "Potter- my locket. Give it to me!" It sounded as if there was a hint of pleading in the statement. Harry sighed in disappointment, and handed the jade-studded piece of gold back.
There was another silence, except this one was more comfortable than the last. "Malfoy, how am I going to get back to Gryffindor Tower?"
"I 'dunno, Potter. You made it here, you can make it back." He snapped scathingly.
"Malfoy, you don't understand!" Harry yelled a little too loudly, causing the corridor to echo.
"Shut *up*, Potter! Just wake the Professors and give us detention while you're at it!" He hissed sarcatically. After a moment of silence, he sighed, and mumbled a spell. Suddenly, the corridor lit up in green light. Harry looked toward the ceiling and saw many torches, now lit with the bright color. Harry smiled, but then he heard Draco gasp.
"What is it?" Harry asked, concern in his voice towards him for the first time.
"Is-is that-?" Draco didn't finish, because for the first time, he had seen one of the things that belonged to his mystery-
The Mirror stood idly on the cold stone, the two boys staring wonderingly at it. Why *had* Harry been transported to the dungeons?
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Chapter Notes:::: Wow....That was probably the most I've ever written- wait, nevermind. It is! (Atleast this chapter in *this* story, it is.) This story IS GOING SOMEWHERE! I do have a plan, so don't think I'm just writing MaGiCaL words out of my mAgIcAl fingers. There is a reason for Asclepios to be involved. *wink wink* You'll find out layta. Apollo's also very important to the plot of this story. Just saying so you won't say 'Aaah, this story is crap, let's stop reading it...'
I got most of my resources from alot of the mythology websites on the web. You can find out alot about where my story *might* be heading if you research: Keres ; Asclepios ; Apollo ; Mythology in general