Oh look! Chapter 5! This time, its long! I'm pretty proud of myself! Oh, and guys, I love the reviews! They make me giggle and want to write more! So this time, I've given some pretty huge hints! Even a NAME! *LeGasp* No way! Lol, anyways, I hope you all enjoy the latest instalment!
Disclaimer: I do not make any claims on anything but the idea for this story... and a couple of my OC characters that will eventually be brought in to this story.
Warnings: There will be HPDM slash. As in BoyxBoy love. Don't like it, don't read it. Also, I will be adding a couple (one in the least) OC characters to this story, But rest assured, none will be Mary Sues or Gary Sues, okay? Oh, and some things in the later chapters could be taken as incest (Not between close relatives!!! Ewww! More like cousins). It's not really incest, but some people might take it as incest.
"Draco, darling, you know I adore you, but," Pansy Parkinson said to her blond counterpart, "studying? Must we? And during the summer, no less, is it really necessary?"
Draco rubbed tiredly at his temples, fighting his oncoming headache.
"Pans, for the millionth time, yes, it is crucial!" he exclaimed, glaring at the witch in front of him.
"Alright," Pansy said hesitantly, "I see that this is obviously very important to you, but it might be easier, if you tell me what exactly I'm supposed to be looking out for."
"I can't tell if I don't even know, okay Pans?" he answered her. Pansy nodded her head, damning Snape for not being more obvious with his hints. Honestly, the book was practically entirely highlighted.
The duo was lying on Draco's large, canopy bed, on their stomachs. They were flipping through the pages of the large book that Severus had left Draco.
Pansy had taken in Draco's sleep-deprived looks with concern as soon as she had arrived. The blond was never one to let himself go. Yes, he still looked absolutely gorgeous, but the dark circles under his eyes were becoming glaringly obvious, and, as she glanced up from the old, mouldy pages, to take a look at her friend, she couldn't help but feel sympathetic towards him. She studied the wizard as he flipped through the pages, eyes skimming the texts. His forehead was creased in concentration, and he looked so vulnerable at that moment that Pansy just couldn't take it anymore.
"Dee, hunny, you look absolutely dreadful," the girl started, steadfastly ignoring the death glare being sent her way, "Go get some sleep, and I'll see what I can find in the book, mmkay?"
Draco sent her a suspicious look. "Why would you do that?"
Pansy sent the blond a look, and he quelled his suspicion. Under her powerful gaze, he slowly became sheepish, and his face softened.
"Alright," the blond said finally, "but only for a bit. And, if you see anything interesting, just wake me up."
With that, the fair-haired boy crawled under his comforter, and fell in to a quick sleep.
*
"Draco! C'mon! Hurry up!" The boy pulling at his arm yanked him through the dense forest.
"I... I don't think that we should be doing this! Mummy said we weren't to pass the forest's edge!" younger-Draco exclaimed, frightfully rushing through the trees.
All of a sudden the forest was behind the two young boys, and they were in a field. Long, wild wheat was billowing in the winds. Up ahead was an old-fashioned, gothic church.
Ding-dong, ding-dong.
*
Pansy sighed tiredly. She let her head fall heavily on the mattress. She banged her head on the bed several times. The movements shook the bed, and the book, which had been teetering over the edge of Draco's impossibly large bed, lost its balance, and fell onto the floor.
The book landed with a loud thud, and Pansy sighed, and rolled off the bed to pursue it.
Now, Pansy Parkinson had never been one to be overly superstitious. This was probably due to the fact that if she was superstitious, she would probably believe in karma. And, considering all the lies and manipulations she had done in her reasonably short life, her karma would be anything but good.
But when she noticed that the book a fallen open at a page she had not see before, and which was entirely highlighted.
She held her breath, and sent a silent prayer to every deity she knew of.
She slowly brought the book up to read.
*
The church was quite big. It had pointed windows, and dark walls. The windows were stain glass, and a large, round window filtered purple light from the disappearing sun. Crows were nestled on the roof and in every tiny crack in the walls. Their sharp cries pierced the otherwise deadly silent field. The old, cracked bells were chiming softly across the field, as if they were sending a warning to all those surrounding.
Leave, they said, leave this place. Leave now.
Draco wanted to be anywhere but there.
"It's fantastic!" The dark haired boy cried happily, "Let's go in!"
"No, we should go back... c'mon Reg, let's go back, please!" Desperation was sinking in. They couldn't go further! Something bad would happen.
"Don't worry Draco! I'll be here, so you don't have to worry!"
But, what about you?
*
Chapter 43: Ancestral Wards
Not much has been verified when it comes to the ancient familial Wards of the older pureblood families because of the differences in their casting, or the inconsistency of the magicks at work. All we have to go on, this author notes, is the ancient texts of the forefathers of these great esteemed families. It is very hard to come to any certain conclusion at this time with such nonexistent proof. But, as it is with all spells of certain natures, there are many consistencies that can be noted. To read more, turn to pages 560 through 580.
Pansy smirked. Maybe she would start believing in miracles.
She quickly turned to page 560.
*
The old, wooden doors were huge and heavy. The made a huge creaking noise as they opened on rusty hinges.
Soon enough though, Draco's arm was being tugged through a dark hallway.
The floor was made of cobblestones, but the church was obviously uncared for, and both boys were tripping over the broken holes in the floor.
The purple light that was filtering through the windows was slowly disappearing, and through it all the bells rang their musical warnings louder and louder.
"Hurry up Draco..."
"Draco, hurry up!"
"Draco! DRACO!"
*
Draco woke to Pansy's face glaring impatiently above him.
"Draco, for Morgan's sake, get up you lazy arse! I have something to show you; it's important!"
With that she sent him one more impatient look, and walked out of the room. Draco scurried after her quickly.
*
Draco followed Pansy out into the West Library, which was closest to Draco's room. Severus's book was lying open on a polished table. The blond took a seat across from Pansy, who was already sitting, waiting for Draco's attention.
"What did you find, Pans?" the blond asked eagerly.
"Something you might find interesting..." Pansy pushed the book under Draco's nose, and motioned with a finger for him to read one of the entries.
After several minutes of reading, Draco lifted his gaze from the book to Pansy, grey eyes shining in confusion.
"I don't understand,"
Pansy sighed. "Don't you get it? It says, that in the prolonged absence of the 'Ruling Lord of the Manor'" she said, using two fingers to make quotation marks on either side of her head, "all Wards and Magicks bound to the family are transferred to the Heir apparent. That would be you." She gazed pointedly at Draco.
"While that explains why and how I could open the passageway to that closed up room without a proper password, it still doesn't explain the dreams, or visions, or whatever the bloody hell they are," the fair wizard exclaimed in frustrated voice.
"Maybe it does, though," Pansy said mysteriously, "I found something else out about Wards."
"What? Come on now, Pansy, I'm desperate. Just spill," the grey eyed boy said in a defeated voice.
"These "visions", as you call them, could actually be Warded Memories."
"Warded Memories?" Draco asked, intrigued by the sudden theory.
"Yes!" Pansy exclaimed excitedly, "The author writes in great detail about the binding of memories through runes and symbols. He says that the binder has to use a great deal of power to make the wards permanent or else they could fall apart. So you see, if, hypothetically speaking, of course, your father was the one to bind these "Warded Memories" then he could have used the power of the Manor's Ancestral Wards as a sort of "backup" and locked them away. But seeing as he's been absent, as the book says, for a prolonged absence, the Wards are beginning to be transferred to you, and his bindings are loosening. Once the power from the Ancestral Wards is gone, then the "Warded Memories" become temporary, and begin to chip away, till finally, they disappear, and you remember everything they don't want you to."
Draco was, for once in his life, speechless. Pansy waited patiently for him to take it all in.
"So you're saying," Draco said slowly, once the shock had worn off, "that my family has been inside my brain to make me forget something. That they magically warded my own memories?"
Draco began to laugh, and laugh, and laugh. Pansy just waited till the hysteria passed.
Once Draco let out a final hoarse laugh, the room became almost unbearably silent.
"What," Draco said softly, whispering his words, "what could be so bad, that they thought I needed to forget, forever?"
For that question, Pansy had no answer.
SOOOOOO.....
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