A Star In Heaven

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter in any way shape or form. I do not claim to own him or anything else that may in fact be the thought of the lovely writer Jo Rowling is, please don't sue me. I do however own all original characters in whole or in part that appear in this story. This story is not HBP compliant, though quite a few things are taken from that book; again I own nothing except for the plot and original characters. Thank you for reading! –GypsyJade

A/n: I would like to point out that anything underlined and in italics is happening in dreamland. Anything solely in italics is thought. Enjoy.

Chapter 3

The trouble with obsessions

He had a cold clammy feeling in the pit of his stomach and found it incredibly hard to swallow. Somewhere to his right, or was it his left, he wasn't sure he could tell the two apart at the moment, a grandfather clock ticked away the longest seconds of his life. His deep blue eyes followed his mother's pacing and he sighed. 'What if she doesn't come?' he hadn't seen his cousin in almost 2 years. But his fears were quelled as the grandfather clock struck midnight, and a familiar pair of liquid mercury orbs came into view and soon his cousin was materializing out of the shadows.
"Questioning me are you little dragon?" her smirk rivaled any of the older Malfoys. Her hair fell over her shoulder bright white streaks contrasting against the onyx curls framing her face.
"Never...and don't call me little I'm taller than you and have been for atleast 3 years." His voice was too tense in the attempt to try and appear normal. The girl snorted in his general direction, laying a leather messenger bag on the bed in front of him she quickly went to work.
"We do not have a lot of time,there's nothing I can do to prevent him from branding you persay." she held up a porcelain hand to stop them from inturrupting as she held up a small blue jar filled with shimmering white paste.
"The only solution that will buy us time is for my own brand upon your left forearm...do you accept me Draco Xander Malfoy? do you promise to follow me no matter who you will have to stand up against?" Draco hesitated a moment watching as she held the shimmering translucent paste above his arm. His pale blue eyes came up to meet her liquid silver ones and with a confidence he hadn't had in years he agreed.
"Yes, I do" He drew in a sharp breath as the paste was applied and his arm went numb,but as soon as the cold came and spread through it was replaced by pure heat. He was vaguely aware that his cousin was chanting and it was her fingers who were soothingly working away the pain. In a blink it was done, and there was a vague outline of a mark, one he had seen when he was younger, one he hadn't seen since his father dove head first into the Dark Lord's return and his cousin had ceased coming to their house. One he felt comfort in, even with the knowledge of the Dark Mark covering over that piece of "skin", but he knew, "that which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet".

He was marked, a carrier of the Rose, but what would that mean?

Harry woke with a start from where he lay, across the room he heard the distinct snores of his best friend, and a quick glance proved the redhead was still fast asleep. With an almost inaudible groan Harry sat up in his bed and pulled on his glasses, the images of his dream still fresh in his mind. It had been the fourth time that he had dreamt this meeting, but this had been the clearest he had seen it and as promised he would make his way downstairs to find Remus. It had taken a lot of convincing and talking with Dumbledore and Remus to get Harry to agree to step foot again in Grimmuald Place. He carefully made his way across the room and out into the hall, he didn't want to come across anyone else at this point, not when he had so much on his mind.

One of the first things he found upon stepping back into Grimmauld Place a few weeks ago was that because he wasn't a direct Black decendant but had infact inherited the house he could bypass the immense spells Mrs. Black had placed upon her portrait and remove it from the front hall. But even as he allowed a small smirk at that victory, his mind was clouded with images of bright mercury orbs and faded rose outlines. Murmurs of spells and porcelain hands, he knew, this was becoming an obsession rather quickly. But it wasn't his fault, he knew...he knew that Draco Malfoy was up to no good, and if he couldn't convince his friends by the time they all got on the Hogwarts Express, he would find out by the end of the school year. Of this, he was positive. Now all he had to do was inform his father's confidant, so where could a werewolf be at this hour of night if not in his room? The kitchen of course! Harry slowly made his way to the cozy room, he wasn't sure if it was because Mrs. Weasley spent the most time in the kitchen or if it was a change in the magic wards of the house itself that suddenly made the kitchen seem much cozier to him. In truth the whole house was slowly becoming to seem more alive, as ironic as that seemed. As suspected, Harry found Remus nursing a cup of black tea when he stepped into the room. His friend looked tired, worn, but most of all, worried. the worry lines on his face seemed deeper tonight, and Harry hesistated on letting his precense known, but he should have learned that he can't hide from a werewolf.
"I thought you might need to talk, would you like some tea Harry?" With a flick of his elegant hands Remus set another place infront of him near the warm fire in the kitchen hearth.

"How? I think you've been hanging around with Dumbledore too much" Harry tried to lighten the steady tension building in the roo, as he made his way to sit down at the place offered to him. He was happy to find he had partially succeeded, as Remus allowed a small smile to grace his face before turning his honey eyes firmly on Harry's emerald ones.
"They happen at the same intervals...your last dream was a week ago and two days prior...the one before was a week and 3 days prior" Remus trailed off as he took a sip of his almost empty saucer.
"It was so much clearer this time, she was applying a paste to his arm, and there was a mark! Right whereVoldemort marks his Death Eaters, she has the same porcelain skin as Malfoy and if it weren't for the fact that she calls his mother aunt I would think she was his sister. But those eyes...can people even have pure silver eyes Remus?" Harry was aware he was rambling somewhat, but he couldn't help but want to tell everything he saw. He wasn't so aloof however to miss the flicker of recognition that flitted through Remus' eyes when he mentioned the color.
"Yes Harry it is possible though I will say, only magical blood, pure magical blood, in it's most animalistic form has been able to produce such a trait" Remus stood and washed his cup slowly the manual way in the sink as Harry thought over this.
"I have to find out what's going on, Malfoy can't be trusted...he's up to no good I know it and I'll find out what even if it takes me all year" Harry hardly recognized the sound as it started to softly but soon he felt red with emberassment and not a little confusion at seeing Remus openly laughing at him.

"That's the problem with obsessions Harry, they latch on quickly and eventually only give you something you'd rather not have and only wish you could have left behind" This was truly a strange night.

A/n: Sorry about having such a short chapter up before but IE was messing up when I uploaded the doc and cut the rest off, it's still not terribly long but I hoped you enjoyed it. -GypsyJade

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