Avery Malfoy stirred in his bed naturally having another vision. His visions came as dreams but told the future. This time around the dream centered on Trista 'Thing' Granger, she was extremely angry he could tell by her coal black eyes and Oreana's retreating form in the door in the doorway of the train compartment. His dream was disturbed before he could find out why Trista was so cross.
"Trista wait, Trista what is, no wait, Trista!" Avery mumbled attempting desperately to cling to the vision.
"Avery wake up!" Draco demanded.
"Trista!" Avery yelled rolling over in his bed to see his older brother. "Oh, hey Draco."
"Did you just say Things real name?" Draco disgusted. Avery's ears turned bright red.
"Um how much did you hear?" Avery asked hoping the older Malfoy teenager wouldn't notice the fear trickling in his voice. Ever since the brunette Malfoy had been eleven and first laid eyes on the younger muggle-born he'd been smitten. The tall, long haired brunette at captured his heart at such a young age now she wasn't just pretty, the modus iridise was a brave, competitive, athletic, smart, and protective, beautiful young woman.
"Not much just, Trista, oh hey Draco." Draco did a bad imitation of his younger brother's voice. Avery looked taken aback growling.
"I don't sound like that."
"Anyway what's wrong?" He dropped his voice. "Was it another… future dream?" Avery nodded and launched into an in depth explanation.
"Yeah, Trista was um…"
"Dead? Please tell me she was dead and how soon is her death?"
"She's not dead! Merlin Draco what do you have against her?" Avery retorted faster than appropriate.
"Never mind I don't care. Avery call me if you have an important dream such as one about me or Oreana… perhaps yourself." As his brother advanced out the door the statement left Avery to wonder.
"Why Oreana?" Fortunately Draco was too far down the hall to hear his brother's question or listen to Avery's hushed laughter as he lay back down in his pillows the old grandfather clock in the hall struck ten pm. "I better get to sleep, the train leaves at eleven, and personally I would rather not get left behind this time." Avery yawned and drifted into an uneasy sleep dreaming once again about his forbidden love.
"Avery Salazar Malfoy! Wake up, get your stuff and meet us downstairs in ten minutes!" Draco demanded yelling up the marble staircase to his younger brother.
"Alright, alright I'm up, tired but up." Avery yawned as he pulled off his plaid green pajama bottoms. He had showered the night before so he threw on a pair of dark denim jeans and a red polo shirt. Lugging his heavy trunk down the house and out to the awaiting car, Malfoy grabbed a blueberry muffin for breakfast. While Draco buckled himself in Avery threw down the back hatch and slid in beside him.
"Any interesting dreams last night little brother?" Draco nudged him reminding him once again to use a seatbelt.
"None that you would care about." Avery sneered, emphasizing care in a meaningful way. Before Draco could so much as think of a retort their father started talking from the driver's seat.
"Remember your mission boys, absolutely no distractions or mistakes." He warned.
"I still think they are too young for this Lucius." Narcissa argued turning to look at her boys. Draco rolled his eyes.
"Mother we can handle ourselves am I right little brother?" Draco sighed looking at Avery who had once again completely zoned out. "Avery!"
"What? Oh sorry, uh, yeah, sure." Avery had been thinking maybe this would be the year, Trista would finally like him. He had tried the bad boy approach and the good guy he had even against his own better judgement tried being like Draco, having to pay attention to every little detail of his appearance from head to toe but she had laughed in his face.
"We've arrived." Lucius stopped the black Ferrari at Kings cross station. As they walked through the gate of platform 9 ¾ leaving their parents behind in the car to go on some errands in London.
"Dare I ask why the train still has all of its compartments?" Avery asked eyeing the train. Draco merely shrugged. Under normal circumstances Avery would have bounded off to find Blaise but instead he was desperately trying to find Trista. Spotting her a little ways away he turned to Draco. "Hey we should look for Oreana, I'll go this way!" Avery suggested running off in Trista's direction.
"Yeah, okay, time to put this plan into action." Draco smirked as he strode away toward the train.
"Hey Trista." He began casually. Trista turned her brunette head in his direction to see who had spoken.
"Oh, hi." She glanced; sharply turning back around letting her blonde highlights hit him in the face. "Anyway back to my new spell." The younger Granger explained to Ginny.
"You invented a spell?" Avery asked in disbelief. She rolled her eyes in annoyance.
"Yes, I can talk to my sister without having to go and find her." She tapped a nearby wall in a neat square, said Hermione's full name, and snapped. The solid brick turned liquid-like in the square that Trista had formed and Hermione's bushy head appeared.
"Hello sister, showing off some more I see?" The older Granger teased.
"Totally, so you just tap out the area of the square that you wish to use, say the persons full name, and snap. Easy" Trista smiled. "Hermin's configured one too."
"Mhm, with mine you say where you would like to go, luggage cart, move your wand in a circle and point in the general direction of the location and…" in an instant the picture was blank and she appeared standing behind Avery. "Viola!" She laughed making him jump.
"Avery Salazar Malfoy!" Draco roared.
"Crap, see ya guys later, good luck with the spells and please come to my funeral." Avery bolted back to his older brother like a well-trained dog, his football form helping him get there as fast as possible. "What do you...want?" Avery huffed temporarily out of breath.
"I found Oreana, but."
"Oh good I was looking for her. I even tried asking the Mudbloods and Weaselette." The younger Malfoy interrupted his brother in the middle of his explanation mentally cringing as he insulted Trista. "So where is she?"
"Already on the train waiting for us in a compartment now get our things aboard."
"Well yes sir." The brown haired Malfoy grumbled sarcastically.
"Pardon me?" Draco rounded on his brother, fangs bared.
"Nothing, bro you ok? I think you're starting to hear things." Avery smirked as he succeeded in bringing color to Draco's pale face.
(Modus iridise- translation- : Mood Irises.)