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Chapter 13
Stolen
When Draco entered the Dreamscape this time he found himself within the garden immediately without having to search for it. He wasn't about to complain, it let him have that much more time with his Monimos, something he wasn't about to waste.
He quickly strode through the beautiful garden, mindless of the exotic surroundings in his single-mindedness to reach the prince.
He'd just rounded a line of rosebushes when he abruptly found himself with an armful of his Monimos.
"You're here!" The other boy crowed, his voice muffled in Draco's neck. "I thought you weren't coming. You're always here when I fall asleep, but you weren't here this time." He sounded on the verge of being hysteric.
"I'm sorry, I'm here now though so calm down." He rubbed the other boys back in a soothing gesture, making a mental note to think over the boy's odd words later.
After a few moments the trembling ceased, and Draco was able to lead the other boy to a nearby bench where the strange boy preceded to sit in his lap.
Draco, though pleased, couldn't help but find the boy's sudden touchy attitude a bit odd. They'd only met once before, shouldn't they be going a bit…slower?
Not one to complain, Draco wrapped his arms around the boys waist and decided now was a good time to start prying information from the prince perched comfortably on his lap. "How about we get to know each other a little better?" He asked conversationally, his mind already working out a way to ask if the boy was a muggle or not. Hopefully not, he was already knee deep in trouble as soon as his father found out he had broken the barriers on his magic.
"Well, I guess so." The other boy spoke, settling against his chest.
Draco's hand lifted to sift through the prince's hair, "Where do you go to school?" That seemed a safe question.
The boy paused for a minute before answering slowly, "I go to boarding school, actually, what about you?"
Draco smiled, "Same, I end up spending most of the year in Scotland because of it."
"Scotland isn't that bad a place." The boy said, his voice sounding amused.
"True," Draco acquiesced, "But one get's tired of the cold every once in a while. So just how far will I have to go to find you if I'm in Scotland most of the year?"
The boy's head sank back, and he looked up at Draco. The young Malfoy was surprised to find himself lost in a sea of emerald, "actually, not far. My school is in Scotland as well."
Draco's eyebrows raised, "Oh really?" This couldn't be a simple coincidence, this boy had to be magical. "So, if I said I wanted to meet up with you in the real world, do you think you could sneak out or maybe I could sneak in?"
The other boy stiffened for a moment, "I'd probably have to do the sneaking, my school isn't exactly…easy to find."
Definitely a Hogwarts student, otherwise there wouldn't have been a problem with him sneaking in, and it would have probably been the safer choice.
His thoughts were cut short as the dream world started to slip away and he could hear the other boy's in his dorm. "I have to go now." He said, standing up carefully, making sure the boy on his lap was standing firmly, before letting go completely..
"But you just got here!" Harry was at a loss as the other figure started to disappear. This wasn't supposed to happen, it was always Harry who left first. Had he said something wrong? Did his dream partner not want him anymore?
A gentle hand cupped Harry's cheek, "Don't worry, I'll be looking for you."
With those lonely words still handing in the air, the other figure faded from existence, leaving Harry alone in the garden.
He wasn't at all sure what had gone wrong, but he resigned himself to another day of school and loneliness. He was just starting to fade into the waking world as well, when a hand wrapped around his wrist, pulling him back into his garden.
Harry looked behind him at the person holding him back, confusion in his bottle-green eyes, "I thought you left."
The figure that had only moments ago disappeared, smiled at him, "I had to make a quick trip, but I'm back now." There was a pause before he continued, "How would you like to stay with me forever?"
Harry's eyes widened in surprise, "Really?" He asked hopefully, his voice breathless with longing. The other figure simply nodded. Harry, grinning broadly, leapt at the phantom, who caught him easily, "I don't ever have to leave again?"
The soft whisper of "Never." Had his heart soaring.
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Something was wrong with Harry.
Ron had been waking the boy up so they could get ready for the day, Harry had even sat up and looked directly at him.
Then his still sleep fogged eyes had gone completely blank and he'd simply…passed out. That was the only way Ron could explain it. One minute he'd been sitting up and the next he'd slumped back onto the bed in a dead faint. His head had hit the headboard heavily, but he didn't even grunt in pain. His eyes stared unseeingly above him and his breathing was shallow.
A few minutes later he started to shiver madly, his teeth chattering loudly in the silence of the room.
"Neville, go find Hermione, Dean go alert a professor. Seamus and I are going to get him to the Hospital wing." Ron's barked orders seemed to unfreeze his friends and they all leapt into action. Ron hoped Harry would be ok.
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Draco had been awake for a few minutes when it struck; the sudden onslaught of images had Draco on his knees. The bustle of early morning was forgotten as he was pulled roughly into a vision.
It was like the day with Professor Trelawney when he'd broken through the spells holding his gift in check. Images flooded his mind, he was spun from one scene to another. All had one main focal point, a boy. A boy with messy black hair, pale skin with a single oddly shaped scar, and the most pure emerald eyes ever to grace a human face.
It was the same eyes that plagued his dreams, the same eyes that lay in his arch rival's head. Though at the moment that didn't seem to be all that important. What was important was that Draco was being pulled further and further into the possessive clutch of the Sight.
This was dangerous. The power flowing around him had a lethargic effect on him. It made him want to sit back and watch the scene's unfold before him. The temptation of simply staying and watching time slip bye was extreme. It would be so simple, and no one could blame him for wanting to know what the future held.
But he couldn't do that. As much as he wanted to, he had something he had to do. His Monimos was in trouble.
It took great effort to pull himself back away from the enticing call of the future, but he managed it. He found himself on the floor of his dorm gasping for break like a merman out of water. His dorm mates stood around him; Crabb and Goyle looked at a loss for what to do. Theo was kneeling next to him rubbing his back and offering him a glass of water. The only person not in the circle around him was Blaise, who sat on his bed watching Draco with an amused expression.
Draco sent the boy a glare, then preceded to ignore him. Actually, he preceded to ignore the rest of his year mates, not even bothering to drink the glass of water held out to him before he dashed out the door.
He ignored the other Slytherin's calls as he darted through the entrance into the hall and up the stairs leading to the main hall. Only one thought was on his mind as he made his way through the halls. His Monimos needed him. The image of the boy in the infirmary kept playing through his mind, followed by the shadow that stalked him.
It had yet to sink in that the boy he'd seen in his visions was Harry Potter, all he knew was that that boy needed him.
The hospital wing was in a panic when Draco arrived, yet when he stepped into the room everyone froze, as if he'd pressed 'pause'. Draco ignored the looks he was getting from Snape, Dumbledore, and Madam Pomphrey as he focused on the figure in the bed. Weasley and granger were glaring at him suspiciously, but he ignored that too. None of them were important.
What was important was the boy apparently sleeping on the bed. "What happened?" He demanded authoratively as he swept towards the boy.
Weasley stepped in front of him, "Why don't you tell us, ferret." He hissed, "You're probably the one who did this to him."
Draco glared coldly at the redhead, before smoothly brushing passed him as if he weren't there at all.
"Mr. Malfoy, this does not concern you, I must ask you to return to your dormitory." The Headmaster interrupted this time.
Draco sent him a quelling look then turned to his godfather and repeated his question, "what happened."
The Professor narrowed his eyes at the boy suspiciously, but Draco ignored that as well and continued to stare at him expectantly. At last the older man gave in, "We don't know much, only that he passed out shortly after waking up. He's not responding to anything we do, only shivering and arching off the bed as if in pain."
Nodding Draco looked at the young Potter heir, the magic surrounding him was astounding, and left Draco almost breathless is amazement. Yet, this outpour of wild magic also worried him greatly. Something was very wrong here.
He ignored everyone else in the room as he crossed to stand beside the boys head, his eyes sweeping over the sleeping figure searchingly. Potter seemed to be sleeping fitfully, his expression a mix between pain and peace, an odd combination to be sure. His inky hair was plastered to his damp face, his skin was clammy and had prominent gooseflesh. But what concerned Draco the most was Potter's flickering.
Potter's appearance seemed to be very unstable, changing between the ethereal creature Draco has spied a few times and the normal everyday boy that Draco was beginning to think was merely a mask.
"What's wrong with him?" Granger gasped, and Draco glanced behind him to see her staring with wide eyes at her slumbering best friend.
Draco snorted, "He's been cursed, what does it look like?" Out of the corner of his eye he saw his godfather flinch, but dismissed it as unimportant.
Granger's eyes flicked between the blond Slytherin and his sleeping rival, "Well, I know that…but…why is he…" She gestured vaguely at the motionless figure, her expression confused and concerned.
Draco looked back at the flickering boy in curiosity, before his eyes settled on the muggle born, "Why is he…what?" He asked, wondering if it was possible she saw it too.
Granger met his eyes for a split second before looking away again, obviously uncomfortable, "He's….changing." She admitted in a strangled voice, "One minute he looks like Harry, then he looks completely different, like something out of some fantastic novel." A moment later she's focused her eyes back on Draco with a determined fire, "Is this part of the curse? Could the curse that's keeping him asleep be…changing him?"
Draco tore his eyes from the girl and focused back on Potter, "No, his change has nothing to do with the curse." He admitted.
"What do you mean, my boy?" The Headmaster asked, leaning closer.
Draco sent a Malfoy sneer in the old man's direction, "This change happened at least a week ago, if not more. The curse was administered much more recently."
"And how do you know this, my boy." Another glare was shot in the headmaster's direction, but he was otherwise ignored.
Draco's hand seemed inexplicably drawn to the boy and he lightly brushed a strand of damp bangs from the sleeping figure's forehead. The tip of one of his fingers lightly caressed the skin of Harry's forehead by accented. The contact was brief, but it was enough to cause a violent reaction.
Potter arched off the bed, a strange keening sound pouring from his lips. His eyes were clenched tightly, and he pushed his head into Draco's hand more firmly. The Magic sliding sinuously around the sleeping boy pulsed and danced before settling back to encase the Griffindor's still form once more. As Potter slumped back onto the mattress the his features seemed to melt away, blending together until the Harry everyone was so familiar with was no more. In his place lay a beautiful, exotic boy with ebony hair, ivory skin with silvery markings all down the side of his face, and a very prominent horn rising proudly between his bangs effectively masking the scar that had made the boy famous.
Granger gasped.
Weasley swore.
Professor McGonagall sat down heavily on a nearby bed.
Professor Snape arched an eyebrow.
Dumbledore looked grave.
Madam Pomphrey simply clucked her tongue impatiently.
And Draco…Draco was floored. He couldn't ignore it any longer. His magic had recognized his other half and sung happily through his veins with the knowledge. This mesmerizing boy belonged to him.
It was a sobering thought, even more so when the brunette's identity sunk through his thick skull. Harry Potter was his Monimos.
"What the bloody heck just happened?" Weasley barked, effectively brining everyone back to their senses.
"Yes, Draco, would you care to explain what just happened?" Professor Snape's silky voice snaked towards him, causing him to stiffen. There was no going back, and no lying.
"I imagine that his magic is fighting whatever curse has been placed on him. It most likely was making that glamour of his unstable which would explain the flickering, and when I touched him and his magic recognized mine as 'safe' it broke the glamour completely unable to sustain it, or simply overwhelmed by the combination of our magic. Possibly both."
"What do you mean recognize your magic as 'safe'?" Granger asked.
The redhead snorted, "Safe, yeah right. You're a Death Eater, there's nothing 'safe' about you. Especially not where Harry's concerned."
Draco sneered at the unpleasant boy, "I'm more safe to him then you are Weasley, Death Eater or no."
"Why would you concern yourself with Harry anyway, you hate him." Granger continued wisely.
Draco turned his attention to her, "I do not hate Potter, I do not believe I am capable of hating him." He admitted with an unpleasant expression, not at all happy with that fact.
"Liar!" Of course, this was the imbecile Weasley.
"Draco…" his godfather said warningly.
Said boy ignored him, his fingers idly tracing the soft skin of Harry's lifeless hand. "Even I am incapable of hating the other half of my soul." His eyes locked with Weasley's, "And I am not lying." If there was one way to insult a Seer, that was it. Not only did it go against their very magic, but Seer's were incapable of Lying. Twist the truth…sure, but outright lying was impossible. Not that anyone here knew that, except Snape, it was still a major insult.
Another gasp sounded, and Dumbledore was frowning outright by now. Snape looked none too pleased with this idea either.
"Are you saying your soul mates?" Granger asked skeptically.
Draco snorted again, "Not likely. It's complicated, Granger. I'm not sure even you would be able to understand the complexities of my and Potter's relationship."
"Try me." She challenged.
Draco smirked in amusement, "To put it most simply, Potter will be my anchor. Without him I would not survive long without loosing myself in my magic."
"And what about Harry? What does he get out of this….arrangement."
Draco shrugged, unconcerned. "That's not something I've ever really needed to know, I've never bothered looking it up." He confessed.
"Why would you loose yourself in your magic without him? Your magic can't be that unstable. And why Harry?"
Draco glared over at her, "It is none of your business, Granger. There is no reason for you to be sticking your nose in my personal affairs."
Professor Snape seemed to understand what was happening, finally. The only thing that really surprised Draco was that it took the man this long to figure it out, he was Draco's godfather after all, and, therefore, more knowledgeable then most about Draco and his brother's gifts.
This also meant he knew about Draco's binding. That he allowed it to happen left Draco slightly angry at the man. "You've done well enough without him until now, that can't possibly have changed."
Draco sent a cold look in the older man's direction, "Again this is none of your concern. This is between Potter and myself until a time we should decide to inform anyone."
"And does Harry even know about this?"
He fixed them all with a hard expression, "Enough with the twenty questions, leave. You can return later."
"Wait!" Weasley shouted, outraged, "You can't kick us out."
"You'd be surprised." Draco drawled, but Granger interrupted him.
"But what's wrong with him? And why does he look like that? What are we going to do?" she seemed rather frantic.
Before Draco was able to answer a spark of magic connected Draco and his Monimos for a brief instant. It was enough of an anchor for Draco to See. It wasn't clear, just a bunch of images flashing through his mind, much like what had happened when his gift had been unblocked.
Milk colored eyes slipped back into silver as Draco refocused on the normal plane again. "Like I said before, Potter is under a curse." When he said this he shot an accusing glare in Snapes direction, "His magic is fighting it, but it's a complicated spell with many layers. Attempting to break the spell would be completely useless." At the blank looks most people gave him at that he continued with an aggravated sigh, "Potter is immune to spells and potions. If you don't believe me ask Professor Snape or Madam Pomphrey, they'll verify that for me. As for why he looks like that?" Another look was shot at the bewitching boy, "That I do not know, you'd have to ask him."
"Why do you even care?" Weasley snapped. "and how do you know all that anyway?"
Draco glared at him, "Who said I did?" He snipped back. "Enough with the questions, I've asked you all to leave already, don't make me force the point."
"Why-"
Draco cut the professor off, "Potter's magic is unstable at the moment, he's fighting a loosing battle and all you are doing is serving to aggravate and distract his magic from the more important task of reviving him."
Another annoying question popped up, "Well, why do you get to stay?"
Draco felt the inexplicable urge to bang his head against a wall, "I answered this already as well, his magic recognizes mine and is he is now drawing strength from me. If I leave it will take him twice as long to recover then if I were to remain here. That is if he was strong enough to break it on his own anyway. The curse seems to be draining his magic at a startling pace."
He then proceeded to ignore everyone in the room, his shoulders and back tense until everyone had finally left the room (Weasley protesting the entire way).
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When shadows had stretched across the landscape and night draped the wizarding school an unwelcome intruder was making his way through Hogwarts halls. Getting inside the castle was as easy as it always was and the young man contemplated stopping by the Slytherin Dungeons for a quick…visit…with his Monimos.
The idea was discarded almost as soon as it had come, Hunter was here on business. This was reinforced by the two unconscious bodies floating along behind him, blood dripping steadily on the stone floor marking his path.
He almost left them in the great hall to be discovered at breakfast the next morning, but changed his mind a moment later. He was glad he did, too, when he finally found his newest prey.
His brother sat in a chair next to the bed Harry Potter was resting in. Draco looked exhausted, and his brows were furrowed, even in his sleep. "Oh, yesss." Hunter hissed, his eyes practically sparkling with amusement. What a lovely little present to leave his sibling.
He cast a quick cloaking spell over the room and another spell to assure him that Draco would not be waking up until morning. Then he levitated the young Prince off the bed to hover next to the tall blond.
Next he moved the two hostages above the bed, conjuring two ropes by which to hang them. The ropes twined around their already bloody wrists then connected with the ceiling.
When that was done he looked down at his prize. The boy was beyond beautiful, and he felt the urge to touch his creamy flesh. Not one to ignore his urges, he trailed one finger down the boy's face, neck, chest…until he was lightly caressing the boy's side. A wicked smile stole onto his face and he moved to his brother's side.
"Once again I have stepped between you and your future. You shall never see your Monimos again, and even if you do, know that you will never own him. He is mine, now and forever. You will never win, little Dragon." Draco tossed in his sleep, and Hunter pulled away from the younger's ear to smirk down at the Slytherin.
Before leaving completely he decided he'd leave a little message for Hogwarts, and his brother. He would have loved to use the Prince's blood to leave the message, but Voldemort had specifically ordered him not to be harmed. So he substituted the boy's blood for that of the two victims strung above the hospital bed Potter had previously inhabited.
Casting one last look around the room, he removed the spells protecting him, and vanished with his prize.
He'd set the ball rolling, now it wouldn't be long before Voldemort would be out of his way, and with any luck, so too would his father and brother.
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"Dear child, wake up. Darling daughter, we are in need of your assistance, please wake up." A small blond girl sleeping inside the castle stirred and slowly pulled herself from sleep's clutches.
"Mother?" she whispered into the night, not sure if she was hearing correctly.
"Yes my darling, it is me. I'm sorry to have disturbed your rest, but you're needed. The Prince is in grave danger. You must wake his protector or all is lost."
"I'm not sure what you mean, mother." The girl admitted, though she obediently climbed out of her bed and pulled a robe over her night clothes.
"There's no time to explain, darling. You must hurry. Go to the infirmary, the Prince's Guardian should be there. Go quickly, there isn't a moment to loose."
Before leaving the room the blond girl moved to the window and glanced down at the forest sleeping below. At the edge of the forest was a gathering of crystal-like figures. Unicorns shifted in the shadows, uneasy now that their Prince had been stolen.
"Bring him to us, we will guide him from there. Now go!"
Spinning on her heel, the girl flew from the room, her mother's words still echoing in her mind, urging her faster. Time was of the essence.
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