-1Alrighty, here's the real chapter you people have waited for. Good news-I've found my notebook for this story! Oh and sorry about that last not-chapter, it's grammar and spelling and everything was atrocious, I know. It was done in a total of five minutes.

AN: I will add a few things from HPB, but only a few things, like the Horcruxes (easy way to explain some things.)


Chapter 12

Summer would be ending soon, the trio knew that. Soon they would start their fourth year at Hogwarts, they looked forward to the much anticipated year. Although they would miss the relaxed atmosphere of the manor during the summer. They had come to enjoy their summer breaks between the school years more than anything else just because they could spend time in each others company.

Before this summer ended though, they would get a treat, well to Draco and Harry it was a treat, Hermione not so much. They would be attending the Quidditch World Cup and they had seats in the top box.

Harry laid out the clothes he would wear tomorrow when they arrived at the game. He couldn't wait for the next day though if it kept raining as it had been for the past few weeks he wondered how interesting the game would be.

Outside his window the storm still raged as it had for the past few hours, he looked out the dark window to see a light figure moving in the rain, he gave a chuckle at his friends antics. Few from Hogwarts would believe that the Malfoy heir enjoyed staying out in the wind and rain like a child at times. Harry knew that it was due to the veela genes he had inherited, but he couldn't help but find amusement in the joy Draco found in his little tradition.

Harry turned back to his room and seeing a pile of books sighed. With a few movements of his wand the books and other school supplies were settled in his trunk nicely, ready to go. The lid closed with another flick and he fell back on his bed lazily.


Outside in the rain Draco stood, eyes closed, face turned up to the sky. Around him the wind blew harshly, pulling at his clothes and hair. He slowly brought the wind under his control, marveling still at the power he could feel running through him.

Earlier in the summer his mother had realized that he had inherited more than just his looks from his veela blood, the Malfoy lady had taken to training him to bend the wind element to his control, always stressing that he had to keep only a light hold on the power, not to strong-it would lash back out at him if he did-yet not to weak or it would escape him.

Though he was not be a full-blood like his grandfather had been and as rare as it was in a quarter veela, he had the power over wind just like the full and half-blooded veela did. After the two months of training he had gotten much better at bending the chaotic winds to his will. It only took a few moments now, far from the days he had spent just trying to get the wind to cut a leaf in half, soon he would be able to have the winds at his beck and call completely.

The wind funneled around him, not enough to cause a tornado, but just enough to keep it from pushing at him. It fought his control, but relented after a few moments. He let it go, satisfied with the results of his training. Now he had to get inside, the storm looked as if it was getting ready to peak again.

He made it back to the Manor, a little more soaked than he would have liked to be, but a simple drying spell took care of that problem nicely. He shed his outer robe calling a house elf to take it to be cleaned. He pushed back his hair behind his ears, having grown it out to his shoulders during the summer. The length annoyed him when it wasn't tied back, but he had lost the ribbon holding it back in the storm.

Hermione peaked down the main stairs hearing him come in. She had begun the change into woman-hood this summer, much like he and Harry were changing as they grew older. She had filled out her body a bit more and if Draco had been so inclined towards the more delicate sex he would have chosen her. Her hair was pulled back into a simple braid at the moment. He wondered how many heads she would be turning when the trio returned to Hogwarts, not to mention at the Quidditch World Cup the next day. He and Harry would have had their hands full beating off suitors if they weren't sure that Hermione could pull it off herself, not that they wouldn't already be acting in the 'overprotective brother' state.

"Done finally?" She crossed her arms and leaned against the wall. "You've been out there for two hours, have you even thought about what's going to happen this year?"

"Of course I have!" Draco stamped up the stairs, pouting slightly. "I just-why you?"

Hermione stared at him. "You know why, I'm his heir. I must be tested, if the Death Eaters are to follow me they need to know that I am strong and this is the best way."

Draco put a hand on her shoulder. "You are strong enough already, I can see it, Harry can see it. If any of them question your power then they are idiots."

"Your right, but I'll still go through with the tournament." She grinned. "It sounds like fun."

Draco shook his head giving a short chuckle. "You and Harry both. If he wasn't so set on Cedric," a dark look crossed his face at the name, "he would jump at the chance to compete."

"Come on Draco, he won't always be with Cedric, that boy is just too-too… blah." It was amusing to hear her say something so common. He quirked his lips in a smile. "I know you don't like it, and I sure don't like it, but we will keep Harry happy. He's been acting strange since Tom started the meetings again."

They both were worried about the youngest of them. Harry nowadays was always tense around Tom, a far cry from his old hero-worship of the man. It had started after the first meeting Tom had called during their Winter break. Neither of them had been able to find why he was acting the way he was avoiding Tom, but they were determined to find out.

They walked down the hall, stopping at Hermione's room. "Goodnight Draco. We'll see if Harry tells us anything tomorrow."

Draco nodded. "Night." He turned to his room, opening the door. He looked at the door that connected his and Harry's room, light shined from under it. He went to it, wondering if Harry had just left the light on and was already asleep, he did that occasionally.

He knocked softly. Though muffled, Harry's voice came through the door. "Come in."

He turned the handle and stepped into the room. Harry lay on the bed an arm thrown over his face to block the light from the ceiling. Draco sat on the bed waiting for Harry to speak.

"What do you want?" Harry lifted his arm, one green eye gazing dully at him.

"Harry… you've been acting… different ever since last Christmas. It had something to do with the meeting Tom called. At least that's what Hermione and I have concluded." His worry was shown clearly, both on his face and in his voice.

"Heh… you two are to smart for your own good." Harry sat up quickly. His eyes caught Draco's. "I have a question."

"Yeah?"

"Are we on the right side of this war? Are we really? I know Dumbledore is a manipulative bastard, but is Tom any better?"

Draco was taken aback. How could he ask such a thing? He couldn't seriously be thinking about-

"I'm not saying that I would go to Dumbledore, Draco. No, never. I told you that remember?" Draco did remember, but still… Harry stood and attempted to put an arm around Draco's shoulder. "I just-"

Harry was cut off as he stumbled back onto the bed and curled into a ball as if in great pain. He chocked back a scream so as not to worry Draco more, not that it was helping.

"Harry! What's wrong?" Draco tried to grab his shoulders but Harry only swatted his arms away from him. His pain filled eyes looked at Draco unseeingly.

Come Severus. Harry hissed, his eyes flashed red for a moment, Draco reeled back. Blood-red eyes, just like Tom's.

"Snap out of it." He tried to shake his friend out of the vision, but his head only lolled forward.

Harry looked up, eyes a muddied color. "Severus… you have made the potion? Good." It was not Harry's voice that spoke, but that of Tom. "Wormtail, you will help Severus when the time for the plan to go into motion. Do not disappoint me."

Moments later Harry fell back, his eyes returning to their bright green color. Draco leaned over him to check him for any damage, at least physical wise. The only affect from the vision he could see was that Harry's scar had become inflamed. "Is it over?"

Harry turned his head away. "For now. He might call them again later, with everyone else."

"What-what was that anyway?" Draco moved back to give Harry some room to sit up.

"A meeting. Voldemort called one." Harry reached onto the bedside table where a notebook and quill sat. He turned to a page and quickly jotted down a few lines. "It's the 45th one he's called since Winter."

Draco was confused at the use of the name 'Voldemort.' He had never heard Harry call Tom by that name, never had anyone used that name, it was Tom or my Lord, never Voldemort. He stared at Harry before voicing his confusion.

Harry looked at him, green eyes filled with confusion. "You haven't noticed?"

"Noticed what?" Draco asked. What was he supposed to have noticed? Besides the way Harry had been acting, nothing seemed out of place.

Harry bit the inside of his lip debating over what he should tell the blonde. He would eventually tell both him and Hermione, but if they hadn't noticed anything wrong then maybe it was him who was crazy.

No. He had seen the inside of Tom's mind, of Voldemort's mind. What he knew was the truth and Draco should know that.

"Tom… he, during his first reign he used a lot of dark magic, and not just the Unforgivables. He was trying to obtain immortality and one of the spells he used split his soul into pieces, seven, if I remember right, six of them were put into objects, Horcruxes, the seventh stayed with him. That's how he regained his body after he killed my parents, one of the Horcruxes was his old diary, he only needed to get the life force of another living thing to activate the soul and the remnant piece of his soul gained a body."

Draco nodded at the information, but what did it have to do with anything?

"Over the years, he's collected four others, the fifth is missing. His soul is incomplete, and that made his mind snap just like it did in the first war. The muggles would call it Split Personality Disorder, but this was caused by dark magic, there is Tom, the one who saved me, the main personality, but then there is Voldemort-Lord Voldemort, the embodiment of every dark spell Tom used, a sadistic being with no care for life."

"So Tom's insane?" Draco had heard of the difference between the Tom he knew and the Tom of the first war from his parents, but he hadn't given thought that the were practically separate beings. He wrapped an arm around Harry in comfort.

"Pretty much." Harry sighed and hugged his knees to his chest. "Voldemort has grown more powerful with every spell Tom uses, at Winter he finally was able to free him self from his trap in Tom's mind, he hurt everyone. He used Crucio to torture the other Death Eaters, including Lucius and Severus, who had done nothing. His meetings are horrible."

Draco held Harry for a few moments before speaking again. "How bad do they get?"

Harry gave a tight smile. " Not too bad, yet. Tom's been able to keep control most of the time. I worry that Voldemort will gain complete control though, right now he can only take a few moments away from Tom. He's getting stronger though, I don't know if there is a way to stop him…" Harry shuddered as a feeling of cold hatred passed through him. "Stay with me… please."

Draco nodded as Harry gasped in pain as the call was sent for the Death Eaters. He moved Harry a little to get into a more comfortable position, leaning against the headboard, Harry laying against him. Harry's face twisted in pain eyes clouding over, then closing

After a few long moments Harry opened his mouth in a silent scream, Draco held him closer, fearing for his friend. Why was Harry at the meeting he wondered, he didn't think Harry had any clairvoyant powers. He shook his head, now was not the time, he refused to think about it anymore at that moment as Harry arched in pain. He would worry over him right now, later he would think about the reasons for his pain. Now was time for comforting.

That night Draco slept holding Harry in his arms, falling asleep after making sure that Harry wasn't in anymore pain when it had seemed the vision had ended.


I had meant to finish this like a month ago, as you can see that turned out well. On a semi-bright note, this story is a year old-sad I know, it's been a year and it's not finished, oh well. Again, I apologize for the last interlude thing, but it had to be done.