Chapter 3

Hermione sighed and closed the leather-back book (called A Wizard Psyche). So far she'd found nothing about a wizard's mind in pain when talking. Of course she'd found other interesting fact such as: when a wizard/witch's magic is expanding so does their mind. She stood up to leave, as she did her eyes caught sight of a black hard-back book named "Origins of Magic." It looked interesting. She drew out the book, sat down and begun to read, though knowing that the book would not help her in her 'quest.'

xXx

"What, I don't think I heard right. You just spoke in third person. And why are you so... bubbly?" asked Draco.

Harry, if it was indeed him, giggled, "Well I guess I was speaking in third person but then I wasn't 'cause I'm not really Harry. I'm way different from the Harry you know; in fact the Harry you know is sleeping right now. I could get him if you want." There was a pause. "Oh I can't get him for you but someone else wants to speak to you. He says he'll explain everything to you. Okay bye, bye Dray-Ray."

Draco blushed. No one had called him Dray-Ray since 7 years ago, and that had been his mother.

"What wait I don't understand."

Harry waved goodbye. Then his eyes glowed, the air crackled with magic. Draco took a step back. The person standing in front of him was definitely not Harry. Power radiated from every pore on Harry's (whoever these was) body. The colour of his eyes changed to a darker colour. He blinked. A wind swept through the clearing. Draco was scared.

"Don't be scared, Draco." His voice was laced with power but yet soft, soothing and reassuring.

"Who are you?"

"I am Harry, a part of Harry, yet not Harry."

Draco cocked an eyebrow in confusion.

"I will explain about myself later. But now I need to answer those questions on your mind"

"Er... what is this place? Harry- well whoever that was- told me that he created this place, but that's impossible... isn't it?"

Harry smiled. "He was right and wrong. He didn't create this place, well he helped. I really created this place."

"But that's impossible. There's no magic strong enough to create this place, not even Dumbledore's. And besides Dumbledore would know if magic was used near the school."

Harry smiled again, "I warded this place, obviously. And yes my magic is strong enough to create this place. Well I wouldn't say my magic, because I am Harry's magic. Don't interrupt. This place was created to help Harry to calm his expanding mind as he merges with me. See, Harry is supposed to be stronger than Voldermort so that he can defeat him. And that means he has to properly merge with me, his magic."

"What, you say you're his magic. But how can you talk like you're a living person. People say magic is alive but they don't mean it in this way."

Harry frowned, "Well that because they don't know what magic is. Magic isn't innate but you are born with it. Magic isn't passed down through blood like people think, if it was there would be no squibs. You won't understand unless I tell you from the beginning."

"The beginning? The beginning of what?"

"The beginning of all magic. The truth about where purebloods, half-bloods and Muggle-born get there magic from. You might was to take a seat." Harry hand gestured to the right.

There was a bench that hadn't been there a second ago.

Draco sat down.

"Magic isn't magic. It's more like a side effect of humans being... 'vessel' for my people – the faeries. We faeries, the higher faeries, live in a realm apart from this one.

"Many centuries ago, I think 2 millennia ago, a little girl named Thyme Gryffindor – yes the ancestor of Godric Gryffindor and later the Potters- yes the Harry is Gryffindor's last descendant- from a small tribe of outcasts, found a book instructing on how to gain unbelievable power. She performed the ritual, thinking it was a joke. But instead the ritual worked and she unwittingly pulled out a faerie from it's world and it took home inside her mind. This faerie was me. At first she noticed nothing wrong but then as time passed she found out about the things she could do : moving a rock by just thinking about it. She told her best friend, who just happened to be a Malfoy, and she also took the ritual thus gaining her own faerie. The two friends called their new abilities magic. Tyhme's best friend, named Meave, soon realised that Tyhme's magic was stronger than her own and got jealous. For some reason she told a boy, Caesarea Slytherin, about the ritual meaning he took the ritual and gained his own magic. He then in turn told the whole community who then performed the ritual and gained their magic. And that was the start of the magical community. You're thinking at the moment that if the first wizards and witches had to perform rituals to get their magic, how come wizards and witches now have magic without performing the ritual."

Draco was startled but didn't show it, " yes, yes I am."

"Blood was a crucial part of the ritual so this meant that the faerie and the host are bound by blood. This means that when host has a baby the ritual is automatically performed because the blood bond from the parent is passed on to baby. But because the faerie already has a host and cannot leave so instead it calls another faerie from it's realm to inhabit the child."

"So why do squibs don't have magic and why are there Mud-bloods when they have no wizard parents?"

"Some humans aren't as strong as other, this means that the faerie will die if it dared to go into the human's mind they'd die. And that violates the ritual's purpose so the child doesn't get magic. Muggle-born are... strange. See whenever a wizard child gets born and the faerie comes into this world, the faerie's passage sometime, rarely, opens a sort of portal. This enables some other faerie to come through into this world, and of course, the faerie cannot inhabit a wizard so it has to choose a Muggle. But one faerie doesn't just come through from a portal, about five come through. So, basically, when 1 in 50 wizard children are born, 5 muggle babies get the ability to practise magic."

"So if all wizards get their magic from faeries, how come some wizards are more powerful than other?" Draco was very interesting in this theory of magic. He called it a theory for he was not sure if Potter was crazy or not.

"Magic is magic; it's more the ability to manipulate energy. For one some people are more naturally adept at manipulating energy. Per se, if a muggle scientist, one who studies energy, gains a faerie, this muggle scientist would make a very powerful wizard for he knows what he can do with energy. A faerie has different powers to other faeries, and a faerie can be more powerful than other faerie. Look at me, Voldermort or Dumbledore. Also a wizard's power can be determined by how much power of the faerie he can tap into. Merlin could tap into around 45 of my father's power. And my father is very powerful. Dumbledore taps into about 70 of his weak faerie. Hence his power. Godric tapped into 100 of my power as did the other founders, but none of them were a match for Merlin. Voldermort taps into 50 of my brother's power. At this-"

Draco interrupted, "Did you just say your brother lives in Voldermort?"

Harry sighed, "Yes. My twin brother to be exact. Cliché, isn't it? Any way as I was saying before I got interrupted, at this point in time Harry can tap into 20 of my power," Draco was about to snort, " and considering I am a stronger faerie than all other faeries – apart from my brother and my father and my mother- that is somewhat more powerful than the average wizard. The average wizard or witch, by the way, can tap into only 30 of an average faerie. You, by the way, can tap into 40 of your way-above-average faerie's power. Thought you wanted to know.

"So why don't other people's faerie talk like you do?"

Harry looked offended, "All faeries can talk. If that's what you mean?"

"No. I meant... talk to other people."

Harry smiled, "Well see, like I told you before, Harry is merging with me. So this gives me the ability to some what control his body."

"Okay. I can understand that. But what's with this place and that other personality?"

"Harry's mind is expanding. But his mind isn't ready for this change. So his mind... hurts. He gets seizures every so often. Every time he talks he is using his mind a lot more than he should be doing, that's why he's so quiet. He created the other personality as a means of escape. Broke off a part of mind to escape the pain. This place is like the other personality, so it soothes him. This place is the only place he can truly be himself. He can't stop the process."

"So does it hurt him by me being here?" Draco had already hurt Harry enough.

"No. You are the only person who came be here without it harming Harry. In fact it helps that you're here."

Draco was relieved but at the same time worried, "What?" he asked softly.

"Your faerie is..." a red tinge came over Harry's cheeks, "is... com... compatible with ...me"

"My faerie is female?" he asked dryly

"No," the blush intensified.

"Then how... oh..."

There was an uncomfortable silence.

"I didn't think... from when you first told me about..."

"Yes. Faerie are very much like humans, excluding the wars and mind-controlling curiosity."

"Does this mean..." Draco blushed.

"No. We are different beings, faeries cannot influence humans."

Another bout of deafening silence. Harry then cleared his throat, breaking the silence.

"Because of this, you must come here every night."

"Why?" Draco didn't like to be ordered around.

"Because with you being here, it heals him. His mind is breaking. If he goes on like this, he will die."

Draco didn't talk for a while. Then he stood up,

"I have to go," he turned around and walked away without looking back.

Harry sighed.

oXo

Draco took his place in between Blaise Zabini and Pansy Parkinson. He was well aware of Harry's eyes on him, but he couldn't care less about one boy. Especially the boy the Dark Lord wanted to kill. The Dark Lord. He had sent Draco on an assignment, more like a death sentence. An assignment that would prove impossible. He sighed.

"Where were you last night, Draco?" asked Blaise.

"No where you need to know."

Pansy turned her head towards him but didn't speak.

"Everyone said you were chasing Potter around. What did he do or say to you?" Blaise was being somewhat protective.

"Nothing."

"Blaise leave him be," said Pansy.

Draco smiled at Pansy. She was a good friend. Yes many people thought that she was a slut, she was in a manner of speaking, but she had her good side. She was clever, always knowing what to say to Draco, whenever he wanted alone-time...etc. But there was that stage where she was infatuated with him, primarily because he was rich. But altogether she was good. He wasn't saying that Blaise was a bad friend but then neither was he the best-est of friends. He was naïve at times, which was what pissed Draco off mostly. He was also very good at blackmailing- way better than Draco or anyone in the Slytherin house. And he could be way, way too protective. Seriously, he allowed no one to get close to Draco for the fear they might hurt him. Draco was always annoyed- annoyed in his world meaning 'I'll kill you'- at these times, saying things like "Blaise I'm not your fragile china doll,' or 'I'm the Ice Prince, I don't get hurt easily.' Of course this wasn't true (at times), Draco could be as fragile as a china doll, for example when he found out his father only cared about him because he could be killed by Voldermort instead of himself, in other words: his father thought him expendable.

"Whatever Parkinson," Blaise was openly gay.

He was the sort of person who didn't care of what people thought, knowing well about the lowering prejudice against homosexual purebloods. Draco himself wasn't gay, though he was bi. But he tended to fall towards his own gender. Blaise had repeatedly teased him saying that he was bi simply because he was scared of what people were going to say about him. Draco usually slapped him and say 'Shut up, bitch.' Blaise was right; he did care about what people thought about him. He had cared very much about his reputation. But now he just didn't know what to do. He remembered who had brought this sudden change on him. He turned his head towards the Gryffindor table only to find three pairs of eyes glared daggers at him. The eyes belonged to none other than Granger, Weasel and the Weaselette. Normally he would sneered at them but now seeing the silent figure that drooped his head, he blushed and turned away. Of course Blaise being the bastard he was noticed this.

"Oh my gosh, Draco's blushing!"

Draco groaned, stood up an walked out of the Great Hall without touching his food. He wasn't curious about why the Weasel, Granger and the Weaselette (suddenly he despised her a lot more than he used to) all glared at him, he already knew. Ha- Potter had told them of the night before and probably said Draco had hurt him or something equally despicable. Perfect. He had, to some degree, believed what Potter had said last night. He had wanted to believe, it would have been a chance to be friends with him. But it was just too hard to believe it all, the existence of faeries and Harry's mind splitting. It was all too much.

"Malfoy?" a soft and very recognizable voice said behind him.

He turned around, wand in hand. Harry's eyes widened and he took a step back.

"Oh it's just you," he re-pocketed his wand and waited for Potter to say: 'What I ain't good enough to use your wand on me?' He didn't say it.

"Do you want me to die?"

Draco was taken aback by Potter's unexpected question.

"No." This was true, even before yesterday he would have still answered the same.

"So why didn't you stay? Why don't you believe me? I know it's a bit far-fetched but it's true. I am dieing, Draco. And you don't care. I know we don't have much of a friendship and that you hate me and that we're rivals, but … but-" his eyes sparkled with tears. Draco was unwillingly drawn to his eyes, those emerald eyes, the ones that he was used to. This was Harry Potter, the Potter that he had teased mercilessly for 5 years. If what he had said yesterday was true then Potter was in pain.

"I didn't stay because…" he didn't have a reason for not staying, "I don't believe you because I can't. It would take a lot for me to believe that. Yes we don't have that much of a friendship, hell we don't even have a friendship, we're rivals. What would people say if we suddenly become friends?"

"That's what's it all about, isn't it. That's why we're rivals, the worst of enemies. You care too much about what people think about you. You-" tears were running freely down his cheeks now.

"Of course I do, if I didn't… If what you said yesterday was true then you should be in pain. But you don't seem to be in pain."

"I am in pain. In more pain than you can imagine. But I'm ready to feel pain to die, to save those I care about. Those who aren't dead yet. If I die, if you don't help me, Voldermort wins. He'll destroy everything I hold dear. And I don't want that to happen anymore."

Draco didn't know what to react to, the fact that Harry was more caring than anyone he knew or that the boy had just reminded him of his 'impossible' task. He looked down again, the boy was crying. Draco lifted a finger to wipe his tears when he saw the Weasel, his girlfriend and sister racing towards them. They reached Harry. Draco took a step back, what he hell where they gonna say when they found out that Harry was crying.

"Harry are you alright?" asked the girls at once, wiping the tears away from his eyes.

Ron punched Draco in the chest, hard.

"What the hell did you do to Harry, Ferret?"

"Ron, do not resort to violence."

"Well I don't care. Yesterday he did something to him to make hi not talk to us and just sit there and sulk; now he made him cry. Harry never cries unless it's something painful."

Draco took another step back. He had been wrong at assuming Harry. The boy had not told his friends about the night before, nor had he lied about anything. Damn it. He couldn't do anything right.

Hermione glared at Draco, "Malfoy what did you do to Harry. Why is he crying?"

Draco found himself unable to answer.

"Don't worry, 'Mione. He didn't do anything," Potter added emphasis on the 'anything' implying two different things.

The golden trio, plus extra luggage called Ginny, turned around and walked away. Draco turned and walked the other way, hand clutching his forehead. Why was he always so wrong. It was like he could get nothing right. Deep in thought, he didn't notice Pansy come up behind him.

"What's wrong? And don't say nothing because I know when something's wrong."

"Well...," he paused, "I can't exactly yell you..."

"Fine," Pansy knew when not to annoy Draco, "well come on. Potions."

Erm... well that's that. I wanted to make it longer but then it would take a longer time. Well I updated in les than two months. Yea me. As you can see I hate Ginny. Please people review. I beseech thee. Next chapter will come up soon.