Draco groaned and rolled over. "Master" Draco paused to sneer, was not available. It reminded him of when he was six and wanted Luicius' attention when he was in an important meeting. The whole "run along now and play nice" thing never stopped him then and won't stop him now.
Dammit, how in the hell am I going to get into those meetings? Do I up the ante? Or do I play it safe and try to convince him otherwise.
Mulling over this prospects in his brain, he itched his leg and distractedly looked up from his lunch. The mirror, responding with a jovial compliment, pictured a one Draco Malfoy in all of his glory.
Because Voldemort insisted that his "angel" be dressed in black twenty four hours a day, Draco was sporting an expensive black silk dressing robe with fine dragon stitching on the sleeves. The dragons moved lazily about the fine fabric, only briefly sprouting thread flames when the fabric was jostled unnecessarily. The iceberg eyes held a piercing intensity that only few could stand up to, but it was this closed shuttered expression that bothered Draco the most. This mask of indifference, this cold calm manner, reminded him too much of school and the thought that he would have to wear it twenty four hours a day bothered him. It bothered him a lot.
I mean, what's the point of this? I signed myself up for this but merlin, what have I gotten myself into? I don't even know if the Scaly Wonder is even into boys. He just might be into torture. How am I supposed to grin and bear that? Not even I am that sadistic. But then again…we are talking about Voldemort, now aren't we?
I wonder who the Link is. I know I've already failed in the "Keeping Your Identity Secret" department, but I really wonder who it is. HmmMmMmm..
Draco continued to putter about thinking about his plans and an idea strikes him. He forcefully pushes back against the small string of magic he feels attached to his tattoo. He loved the green dragon, with the silver eyes.
(flashback)
"Mr. Malfoy, you do understand and realize that this will be quite a perilous journey, do you not?" Dumbledore looked at him with a yielding but strong severity in his eyes.
Draco chewed his lip nervously for a moment and looked around the familiar Hogwarts room. The portraits, the chairs, even the quiet but dignified phoenix. This is Hogwarts authority at its core. He imagined how many people have passed through these doors, sat in these chairs and talked about their problems. He was getting rather lost in his emotions and thoughts, but the matter at hand brought him back with a screeching halt. He stopped avoiding the question, straightening his back and clearing his face of all worries. A trace of annoyance slipped into his determined stance.
"Of course I know what it entails Dumbledore. I am a grown man, of legal age. I know what is required of me, and I am offended that you do not think I can handle the job. What's more, I can't stand the fact that even though I have decided to change sides, with your full grace, that you nor anyone else is giving me the respect I deserve. It is not easy to put myself in this predicament and I'd appreciate it if I can be able to rely on your … protections while I am doing my work."
Surprise flashed briefly into the old wizard's eyes but he admired the gumption of this young blond aristocrat.
"Now Draco, I understand your feelings and I cannot thank your enough for your help in this matter. You will need to keep the upmost secrecy between you and your Link. That is to say, no exchanging names, no showing your identity, and no prying into the other's mind. Through dreaming, it will happen at first, but when the other becomes used to the link, they will consciously be able to refer and deflect information, thoughts, images and ideas. You will need to keep a steady level of Occlumency to allow for the less, let's say pleasant parts of your pshyce. The link is not traceable, only to your chosen Link. As I mentioned before, the wording itself is simple, but it is rather complex. Are you sure you want to do this?"
The two met eyes for a while, and Dumbledore, finding what he was searching for, nodded slowly. "Let us go to the Room of Requirement."
The walk through the school was silent, and tense. The atmosphere was addictive and Draco's adrenaline went into overdrive. He was excited, worried, scaried, nervous, and a thousand other things that he didn't normally allow himself to feel. It was like he was on the edge of a cliff, and he was about to close his eyes and step off the edge. He was making history.
But do you really want the glory? The fame? Is it really worth it? Aren't you afraid to get burned? You could die for this thing you believe in so much.
Draco walked on determinedly. It was worth it. It was worth it to die for his family. Even the father that had so brutally betrayed him today when he acquiesced the permission to make Draco Voldemort's sex slave.
They haven't given him much choice, really. The sent him into the room, told him what's what, and sent him out again as they celebrated with champagne. It was only after, when Voldemort met him in Draco's suite, did Draco realize he was pinned by the threat of death. Not for him, but for his family. The only thing he cared about more in the world.
Draco, in the present, shook his head for about the billionth time today as he stopped at the room. Dumbledore opened the handle slowly, and Draco stepped in. It was a simple room, with a fireplace, dark obsidian wood, and a huge circular clearing, obviously for spellwork. It was comforting in a way, when he saw the simple but large pieces of chalk designed for invoking safety and accuracy. The wall sconces with dark red glass spread a ominous splash of soft red light. The only brightness, besides the fire and the walls, came from a single bright lantern directly dead center over the ring. Everything shone softly, the dark wood creating gleaming surfaces and small pockets of darkness in the corners of the room. Other than that, there was a small table with chocolate, some restorative potions, and a few sandwhiches and drinks.
Draco immeadiately headed for the sandwhiches, realizing he was famished. He, after two days, decided to go light. He was still slightly amazed by that fact and was almost proud of himself for being able to be so flexible and less fixed into his Malfoy veneer.
He was surprised as he ate almost three sandwiches and he admitted to himself he was eating because he was so damned nervous. He was taking a big risk…Maybe I should be obliviated, so if the Voldemort tries anything then I'll be safe. I'll be safe.
Slightly panicky the once voracious hunger seemed to disappear in an instant. Realizing that nothing could be done to completely protect him, Draco sighed, ready to accept his fate.
He looked up from his half-eaten sandwich and watched Dumbledore diligently outlining the pentagram and spacing out his runes perfectly. Draco pulled a crisply folded parchment out of his trouser pockets.
He thought long and hard about his decision, and perusing an Old English text, he came upon a blocked drawing of a dragon from a fairy tale that he enjoyed the look of. He copied it quickly, and found that this was the design he would use. According to plan, he'd have no idea the color, only that his and his Link's favorite colors will be displayed.
It better not be bloody pink. I swear to Merlin if I have a pink tattoo I will kill someone.
Dumbledore's silence was abruptly halted and spooked Draco into the present. "Now Draco, you will stand here and utter the words on this parchment. I need you to clearly and correctly pronounce all of the words, in a steady strong voice. You need to believe all of the words, and truly feel them to the core of your being. There are dire consequences for not yielding while casting the spell. Think of that, as we prepare. It is not too late to go back and reconsider options." At that, Dumbledore looked at him sternly but smiled when he saw the boy scoff and snatch the paper out of his hands. "I guess that is a no?"
"Draco, my boy, you will need to stand at dead center, facing the direction of the wind, which is about due east. Please cast a cleansing spell and remove everything but your trousers. You need the air to be able to circulate."
As Draco studied the sheet and divested his clothing distractedly, he gnawed his lip in anxious worry. Oh bloody hell I will not submit to these bag of bricks! Draco exhaling sharply he collected himself to the point of making rational thought. It's just nerves, I'm bloody tense that's all. He proceeded to close his eyes and thoroughly wish this was all some sick nightmare and he wasn't about to risk his life and be at the mercy of someone he didn't even know. Alas, when he opened his eyes after several moments of deep breathing and calming assurances…he was still there.
Dumbledore finished and briskly made several strength barriers around the circle and along with a few other random protection spells. He looked towards Draco, and nodded that he was ready to begin. Facing east, Draco solemnly placed the sheet of paper directly in front of him, weighting it down with four heavy quartz crystals.
He took a deep breath, and started the spell.
"EGO tribuo myself ut is link , is vinculum plene. Is est pro mei quod meus link's tutela ut EGO precor vestrum , susicivus nos huic verto of vox. EGO puto plene quod funditus , ut vos Hogwarts mos servo nos ex vulnero. EGO SUBEO VOS!"
As he started to say the words, the wind started picking up around him, gently at first and then started whipping around him like a tornado. The lines that were drawn so perfectly in pristine white had turned to blood red and were pulsating like they were alive. The dark wooded floor seemed to become entirely black, almost like there was a vortex or a black hole, with the bloodied light from the walls no longer making it shine.
Dumbledore stood on two precarious line in the drawing, and it seemed as if the red was starting to creep into him, fill him almost. His downly white hair took on a more sinister gleam as the red lighting seemed to soak it, penetrate it, just as the magic at his face was beginning to. He lifted his hands and even though his eyes were mere slits, the determination and the terrifying power of the man was highly apparent.
"Draconis Malfoy , EGO expello ullus vereor quod restituo is per spes , terminatio quod diligentia. In vox ut est inpressed super mihi , EGO oro ut domus Hogwarts mos redimio is animus quod suus link una.
Permissum lemma largior fides quod fides una , quod EGO scisco placeo ostendo sum is nomen ut mihi , pro tutela utriusque animus. Permissum lemma largior fides quod fides una , quod EGO scisco placeo ostendo sum is nomen ut mihi , pro tutela utriusque animus. SUSPICIO!"
After that, the wind was blinding and Draco had to shut his eyes to prevent from the amazingly strong winds. There suddenly was a warmth at his hip, growing steadily hotter as it approached the point of him having to cry out in pain, there was an instant cooling sensation, almost a comforting hand.
He dropped to the ground, exhausted as the wind died down and he felt a distinct string tugging at his hip. He peered exhausted, panting down at the place of pain to see a green and silver eyed dragon. He smirked and thanked Merlin it wasn't pink.
A wisp of paper floated through the air, and landed in Dumbledore's outstretched hand. He looked down at the paper, registered the name, then a mad twinkling started in the old man's eyes. Most…satisfactory. Yes. I do believe this will work. Oh and Draco? I've elected not to disclose your Link's name to you. That is your, let's just say, objective along with other things."
(end flash back)
Shaking himself out of it, half wishing the old coot to die, he magically tried to tug on his end again, but it seemed as if he needed more energy. Ah well. There's always tomorrow. And went off to study more potions.
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Spell is translated by online translator…as it appears in order.
I give myself to this link, this bond completely. It is for mine and my link's protection that I beg of you, to spare us in this exchange of power. I believe completely and totally, that you, Hogwarts will protect us from harm. I SUBMIT TO YOU!
Draconis Malfoy, I banish any fear and replace it with hope, determination and diligence. In the power that is inpressed upon me, I plead that the house of Hogwarts will bind this soul and his link together.
Through this image, the link will be fixed and nutured. I ask for protections against all dectection and safety to both partners from enemies and themselves. Let them bestow faith and trust together, and I ask to please reveal this name to me, for the protection of both souls. Begin!
A/n hope you like it:D
