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The Unicorn Prince

Chapter 6: a lifetime of Potter

When Draco had removed the glamour that had hidden his eyes almost his whole life, something inside him gave way. Spells, potions, and other enchantments that had been woven around him without his knowledge disintegrated within seconds leaving him feeling surprisingly light.

As Draco was hit by the full force of his suppressed powers his eyes glowed milky white and he fell to his knees under the pressure.

Years of ignored visions and dreams assailed him within moments. Images of a little black haired boy crying in a small dark closet, clutching his broken arm switched to a waspish woman yelling shrilly about breakfast. The same little boy was running through a park with a terrified look on his face, his eyes darting around for a hiding place as a pack of much larger boys chased after him, yelling and laughing loudly. A boy sat in a clothing shop looking nervously around at a blond boy the same age. A mirror. A stone. A snake and notebook. Fist fights; wizard duels. A giant Grim-like dog, a murderer. A dragon and a graveyard. More and more pictures flooded into him leaving him panting on the floor.

He felt sick as he watched an innocent man sent through the veil, knowing he could have prevented it if he had had his powers in full.

His mind was reeling from the enormity of what he'd just witnessed. He'd been having dreams and visions of Harry Potter most of his life and had never even known it. That was the thing, though, he hadn't known. His father hadn't wanted him to know. And he was paying for that now. He wouldn't let it happen again, though, not after this taste of freedom and power; not after having felt so whole and light.

Draco wasn't looking forward to his fathers reaction when he found out, but he would deal with that later. For now he would focus on gaining control over his new powers and finding out what those strange dreams were about.

He felt a delicate hand on his shoulder and looked up through bleary eyes at the professor. "How long?" She asked softly with a note of understanding and sympathy in her voice.

Draco closed his eyes as he answered, "My whole life."

"I see. It will get easier, you won't have anymore rushes like that, but your first few visions will leave you weak and with a mountain of a headache." She informed him, "But it will pass, and the pain and weakness will stop once your body has adjusted to your powers.

Draco nodded as he opened his eyes again. His vision was now clear, but everything looked weird. He frowned slightly at the faint shimmer in the room. He chose to ignore it for the moment and focused on his reason for being there in the first place. "So, do you know what those dreams are about?"

"As a matter of fact, I do." She said, turning and walking to her desk. As she opened one of the drawers and riffled through it she continued her explanation, "You're seeking out your Monimos."

"My what?"

"Your Monimos, your stabilizer. Without them, you could very easily get lost in your magic. If you ever do get lost in a trance or other such pull, it's near impossible to get you out. The only person with even the slightest chance to bring you back is your Monimos, but even their options are limited."

Draco was frowning now, "So, I would need to find this Monimos if I wanted to start training?" He didn't want to wait, but if it was as dangerous as she made it out to be, he really had no choice.

"Oh, no. If you want to train, I'll help you. I can stabilize you to a point, and you' be able to begin training. We won't go very deep, but it's a start." When she stood up, she had an armful of books. "I want you to read all of these. A couple are the journals of past Seers, such as Cassandra. And one was a study done by Merlin." Draco took the books, greatly relieved to finally find some material.

Draco nodded to her gratefully. "I'll be back soon to ask questions and begin training." He paused before saying, "Please don't tell anyone, this cannot get back to my father."

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"Death Eaters!" Someone shouted from down the street. Harry's eyes immediately focused in that direction. He had to do something! People everywhere were panicking, running scared amidst the cruel laughter and randomly cast spells.

If Harry didn't do something fast, someone would get hurt. Determined to stop the Death Eaters, Harry started towards them, his wand drawn and at the ready.

He didn't get more then three steps before he felt an arm slide around his waist and a hand clasp over his mouth as he was yanked backwards.

The world around him became topsy-turvy and he felt the familiar tug behind his naval that identified a portkey. All those sensations, combined with the magic of the portkey had Harry feeling sick to his stomach as his horn 'hummed' and the silvery spots pulsed and prickled like a thousand red-hot needles.

Harry's eyes were clenched tightly shut as the magic faded and he could feel the ground firmly beneath his feet. His kidnapper had released him and stepped back, giving Harry room to pull himself together.

A second later the boy's eyes snapped open and he spun around to face his assailant. It was Snape, and he looked bored. "What do you think you were doing? Take me back, I have to stop them!"

Snape's eyes narrowed, "You do not need to do any such thing, Potter, the aurors will do that just fine on their own."

" But its my job!" Harry shot back stubbornly.

"It is not your job to stop anyone, Potter. You are still underage, still in school. You don't know half of the spells those Death Eaters know." Snape reminded him harshly.

It didn't change anything. Harry still felt it was his duty to be there. He had to protect them, it was his job!

Harry blinked, thinking back over those thoughts. Since when did he feel honor bound to protect people? Sure, people (Snape) claimed he had a hero complex, but that was more a moral thing and most of his adventures had been either set up or accidental. Harry may be a Gryffindor, but he was also a Slytherin (as much as he hated to admit it.) and as such did not go looking for trouble.

So why did he now feel honor bound to go back and fight? He'd never felt this overwhelming urge to …well…protect people, before.

It didn't make sense, and Harry would bet his wand it had something to do with the stupid unicorn problem of his (what didn't).

Breathing huffily, Harry ignored his professor and the compelling feeling telling him he had to apparate back to the street immediately; which was completely ridiculous as he was back at Hogwarts and, as Hermione was always reminding them, you can't apparate at Hogwarts.

Whatever. He was irritated, and hungry. As he could do nothing about his first problem, he chose to solve his second complaint.

Ron and Hermione were already in the Great Hall talking to Dean and Seamus as Neville watched. Harry sat in the seat opposite Ron and started piling food onto his plate.

He glanced up as the conversation around him halted. He raised an eyebrow at his dorm mates, who were all staring at him quite openly.

"What are you wearing?" Ron asked at the same time Seamus queried, "Is that dragon hide?" he sounded rather impressed.

At Seamus' question Ron's jaw dropped and it was Hermione's turn to question him. "I thought you were sick? Did you go see Madam Pomphrey? You really shouldn't have skipped classes if you weren't sick." She chastised.

"Well, I wasn't sick, really." Harry admitted. Three of his friend looked ready to object, so Harry quickly continued. "But I did go see Madam Pomphrey. I'm sorry I didn't tell you guys, but it was kind of embarrassing." At his friends expectant faces he reluctantly elaborated. "I have a unique allergy to the material my clothes were made of. Unfortunately the potion Snape made to fix it wasn't affective."

"So, you needed new clothing, that I can understand. What I don't understand is why you had to get something so obviously expensive." Hermione berated him, "I know you're not exactly poor, but you're no Malfoy either, you might need that money later on in life."

"I know, Hermione, you don't have to lecture me about it. I didn't have much choice in the matter."

Hermione's eyes narrowed when he talked back, but she ignored it, latching onto his words instead, "What do you mean you didn't have much choice? You can't expect me to believe the shop owner forced you to buy that ridiculous outfit."

Harry sighed in exasperation, "For one I picked out the outfit and I happen to like it, and for another thing, I don't have a choice. Don't worry, the shop owner was nothing but sweet, it's not her fault I'm allergic to normal fabrics."

"You mean to tell me you couldn't find anything cheaper than dragon hide?" Hermione asked in disbelief.

Harry nodded, "That's exactly what I'm saying."

"How odd." She murmured to herself, finally letting him off the hook.

Harry chose to go back to his food. He paused with an apple slice halfway to his mouth when he noticed the other boys still staring at him (and in Ron's case, his plate)

"Is that all your eating?" Neville asked softly, his voice betraying his surprise.

Harry glanced down at his plate and noticed that it was filled with fruits, vegetables, and pastries. Not a slice of meat graced his plate.

"Yeah mate, why don't you have some chicken, it's your favorite." Ron asked, holding the tray out to Harry.

Harry glanced down at the offering and scrunched his nose up as the stench of death and cooked flesh filled his nostrils, turning his stomach unpleasantly.

"No thanks." he said as he pushed the tray away firmly. Ignoring his staring companions he set about finishing his meal.

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"What is it Severus? I was in a very important meeting." Lucius asked as he emerged from the fireplace in the potion master's private chambers.

"I have discovered a slight hitch in the plan our Lord has set out for us." Snape explained seriously.

The blond arched an eyebrow, "And that would be?"

"Potter somehow formed a resistance to outside magic. Spells have no affect on him, and his body outright rejects even healing potions."

Lucius' sharp eyes fixed on his fellow Death Eater, "Is there some way around it?"

"I'm not positive. I may be able to fix a poison that will weaken his defenses and subdue his magic for a short period of time. If we time it right, Potter's body would not be able to fight my potions and your spells. By the time he's back to normal strength, it will be too late and my potion will be in his bloodstream. We could also use a magic leech so he won't be able to throw off your spells."

"Very good." Lucius purred, "The first stage of our plan is set. I'll be sending the letters out tomorrow night."

"My potion will be ready by the day after tomorrow, and the spells?" Snape demanded.

The blond sneered superiorly, "My spells will be ready on time, you have no need to concern yourself over them." A swirl of robes and a flash of emerald flame later and Malfoy was gone, leaving Snape sneering at the fire.

Yes, the plot is thickening...but I'm not sure which side Snape is on...if he is on the Light side...he's still going to go through with his plan if only because Voldi would get a bit suspitious if he didn't...I'm not sure, we'll see.

Next time: The Death Eaters plan begins, Harry finally asks Ron...and I'll try to get a bit of Harry/Draco interaction (but no promises)

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