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AU: This chapter was actually incredibly hard to write, which might tell you a thing or two about what's due to happen at this point in the story. It's pretty much all angst from here. Best of luck, readers. (There's not too much angst in this chapter; this chapter is more about shock than angst)
That Christmas, Herculen spent the majority of his time with Snape. Draco was told by his father to spend time with Crabbe and Theo, and so Draco begrudgingly ignored Snape and focussed his attention on Crabbe, who was thrilled. Theo, on the other hand, pretty much ignored both Draco and Crabbe. This annoyed Draco to no end, considering he wanted to be Theo's friend and couldn't care less about Crabbe, however by the end of the night, both boys had given him rather nice presents, and Theo had told Draco that he'd be visiting in the near future. Draco was very glad, and told Theo so.
"I hope we'll be friends at Hogwarts," Draco told Theo honestly. Theo merely raised an eyebrow, before he followed his father to the floo and disappeared.
"Bye Malfoy!" Crabbe called over to Draco, and then he too disappeared into the floo. Draco simply frowned after him, glad that he was gone.
Draco then wandered toward Snape and Herculen, who were seated by the fireside having a nice chat over warm tea. Herculen was laughing softly when Draco approached, seating himself on the couch.
"Hello little brother," Herculen smiled at Draco. "Guess what I found out? You'll be coming to stay at Hogwarts for a few days with Snape and I at the end of this school year because mother and father have to go on an important trip to Bulgaria!"
"Really?" Draco's eyes widened. "I get to go be a Hogwarts?"
"Only for a few days," Snape clarified. "And one of those days I'll be busy, so your father is coming up with plans of who will be caring for you. I believe he wants the headmaster to do it."
"Who's the headmaster?" Draco asked, and Herculen laughed lightly.
"Why, Dumbledore of course! You know that, Draco."
Draco didn't know that, however he simply nodded, happy to please his brother.
"Well," Snape stood up. "It's getting late, so I should be going. Merry Christmas Draco, here is your gift."
Snape stood, handing Draco a small green present, and then he left the brothers by the fireside.
"It'll be fun showing you Hogwarts. You'll be there next year, after all, you're lucky to get to see it early. Maybe I can even convince Professor Snape to allow you to practice riding your broom in the stadium! Oh, I just can't wait; it'll be too too fun."
Narcissa walked by a few minutes later to check on the boys, and she reminded them about their bedtime before wishing them both a very merry christmas. She then sat in an armchair, just as Lucius too came by to wish both his sons a goodnight. He patted both Herculen and Draco on the head, before he settled in the armchair across from his wife and closed his eyes peacefully.
The brothers gazed at the fire, falling into a comradery silence. Draco tore open his present to find a golden dragon inside. Under it was an instruction sheet that said that the dragon would breathe fire on command and was to be used to light a fire under a caldron. Draco gently stroked the dragon statue, and it seemed to almost purr. Gently, Draco also closed his eyes and allowed himself to be warmed by the flickering fire, his brother beside him. Security suddenly flooded Draco's veins because here he was in his manor, surrounded by family, and for the first Christmas he truly felt like he truly belonged.
The new year seemed to flash by. Draco counted the days until he would get to go to Hogwarts, his calendar containing more Xs than one could count. Lucius constantly reminded him that this was a privilege offered to very few and that Draco must take advantage of it.
"The only reason you get this privilege is because of a very important meeting in Bulgaria that your mother and I must attend, and we don't feel comfortable leaving you and your brother in the hands of house elves for several days."
Draco's pureblood training sessions became longer and more intense. Lucius constantly quizzed Draco on how to act and what to say. He also took his son out broom riding, making sure Draco wouldn't lose control again.
Theo came to visit regularly, his times with Draco consisting mostly of potion leaning. Draco was glad to have a friend that was just as smart and pure-blooded as him, and he frequently offered to do things for Theo, after all anything was worth being this boy's friend.
At long last, Draco packed his bags and was ready to go to Hogwarts. His mother hugged him goodbye, and Draco almost walked out the door, when Lucius caught him by the arm and shook his head.
Pulling Draco off to the side, Lucius knelt down so that he was the same height as his son. Then, taking a deep breath, Lucius began to talk.
"Now," Lucius commanded, "Don't make trouble for Severus, and stick close to your brother. Your mother and I will collect you in three days time. On the second day, Snape is very busy, so I have arranged for you to be taken care of by Headmaster Dumbledore. This is a grand opportunity for you to see the school and explore. Don't waste this chance. Now, we will aparate. Keep in mind that, in general, no one can aparate to or from Hogwarts. They are making a special exception today for us, but don't try it when you go to school here. Come."
Taking his son's hand, Lucius expertly aparated them, and then Draco's mouth dropped. Oh, he had heard all about Hogwarts from his brother of course, but now he stood in front of the gigantic castle, and he could scarcely suck in a breath.
"It's beautiful," he murmured.
"Well, I wouldn't say that. It's hardly as beautiful as the private schools, however you shall be attending here nevertheless."
Draco and his father stood for several more moments, before his gaze traveled to other scenery around him. Off in one direction stretched a shimmering lake, and in the other direction was a foreboding expanse of trees.
"What's that?" Draco asked, pointing, and a frown suddenly took over Lucius's face.
"That, Draco, is the Forbidden Forest. It's very dangerous; don't even think about going in there."
"Why?"
"Why?" Lucius spat. "Why do you think? Because it's dangerous, you could get hurt, and because I said so. Come," Lucius yanked his son's hand and Draco scurried to follow his father, lest his arm be yanked out of its socket.
Father and son marched toward the castle, and then to the large closed doors. After a moment, Lucius rapped on them impatiently. Tapping his foot, he waited until they were pulled upon by a hunched, dirty little man whose eyes widened.
"Mr Malfoy! Your son and Professor Snape are expecting you-"
"Yes yes, lead me to them," Lucius interrupted, shaking his black gloved hand impatiently in the air, and the hunched man quickly lead the way down a wooded hall. Lucius's walking cane made soft taps against the wooden floor, but besides their soft footstep, there were no other sounds that Draco could hear.
They hadn't gotten far when a grey haired man stopped them in their tracks, motioning for the group to stop.
"Albus Dumbledore," the man nodded at the Malfoy's and their guide.
"I know who you are," Lucius inclined his head slightly.
"Yes, well your son may not. Welcome to Hogwarts, Draco," the man nodded at the small blonde, whose eyes traveled to his father's face before silently nodding back. "Now, these are unusual circumstances, and so I am allowing your children to remain here for the allotted time as long as Professor Snape cares for them. And, of course, I will be caring for them the day that Snape must attend some mandatory meetings. I do hope a habit won't be made of this because Professor Snape does have a summer to be getting to."
"I don't believe he minds," Lucius replied shortly. "Now, if we may be on our way, I shall get out of your hair."
"Yes of course. Filch, lead then straight to the Slytherin common room. Your son is there, waiting. I'm sure he's very anxious to see his father again," Dumbledore smiled.
"Good. He should be. Come, Draco."
Draco was then yanked away, glancing back to see Dumbledore give him a smile and a wink before turning and walking his own way.
The group walked down flights of stairs until they arrived in what seemed to be the cellar. Snape was waiting at the bottom of the stairs, and he lead the group to a room that reminded Draco vaguely of his father's private sitting room at home. Seated upon a coach was Herculen, and he smiled over at his father and brother.
"Hello," he declared, standing. "Glad you've made it. What do you think, father? Rather like you remember it?"
Lucius surveyed the room, his eyes taking in each and every nook and cranny. A tiny smile graced his lips, and he nodded.
"It's good to be back," he murmured. After a moment, however, he snapped back into reality and turned to Snape with a brief nod.
"I trust you can care for the boys, except for the day when you're busy?" he asked Snape, who nodded.
"Yes, of course. I'm sorry that I cannot be with them that day as well, however there is nothing I can do to change it,"
"I understand," Lucius shook his head. "Don't worry yourself about it, old friend. Narcissa and I will collect the boys in three days. I don't know what time we'll be here, but hopefully before nightfall."
Draco left his father to talk to Snape, while he approached his brother, his eyes traveling the room.
"This will be your common room next year, I'm sure," Herculen told his brother. "We'll be here together. Won't it be fun? It's absolutely thrilling that it's almost your time to be attending school here. Come on, let me show you around the dungeons."
"The dungeons?" Draco asked.
"Yes, Slytherin is in the dungeons, Gryffindor is in the tower, Ravenclaw is in another tower, and I'm honestly not quite sure where Hufflepuff is, though I've heard it's underground or something. We'll explore later, Snape says he'll take us all over, and I want to show you some things too. Snape says we may even get to ride our brooms a bit, but not too high."
Eventually Lucius seemed to grow tired of talking to Snape, and so he told both of his sons goodbye and then left the common room.
"So," Snape turned to the boys, his face as expressionless as ever. "What do you propose we do today and tomorrow?"
"Well, thinking about the time, perhaps we should explore tomorrow and ride brooms today?" Herculen suggested, and Snape shrugged.
"Remember," he cautioned. "You are not to ride your brooms very high, as I will not be going up with you, and I won't have you getting hurt under my watch."
"Don't worry," Herculen shrugged. "Come on Draco! Put your bags in that room, and then get a broomstick. We're going flying!"
Draco did as he was told, and the rest of the day was spent flying before it grew dark and the brothers went inside to eat. Finally, the brothers went to bed in the Slytherin boy's dormitory, though they spent much of the night whispering to each other.
The next day when Draco woke up, he was confused about his location, however he quickly remembered what was planned for the day, and he felt a thrill of excitement. He lept from bed to go find Herculen so they could start exploring.
Snape trailed after Herculen and Draco all day as Herculen showed his brother the portraits and moving staircases. They ate lunch and dinner in the great hall, and each time they saw another professor that hadn't yet left, Herculen greeted him or her warmly. By the end of the day, Draco's legs ached from running up and down the stairs, however he also wore an incredibly happy smile.
"Did you have a good time?" Snape asked him when he saw the look on Draco's face, and Draco nodded enthusiastically. Snape almost smiled, and then he disappeared into his private potions room.
Draco and Herculen then played wizards' chess until late when Snape emerged from the potions room to tell them to go to bed, at which point Draco made himself comfortable in a soft, green bed, eventually drifting to sleep.
The second day, Draco awoke remembering where he was, and he shivered slightly under his covers. Noticing that his brother was already awake and out of the room, Draco dressed and hurried out to the common room. Herculen was helping Snape to rearrange a bookshelf, and he smiled when Draco entered the room.
"Here he is now," Herculen told the dark haired man. "So, Draco, since we already explored the castle yesterday, Professor Snape said he'd set us up with some potions to try! You interested?"
"Of course," Draco nodded vigorously.
"Additionally, your father arranged to have Headmaster Dumbledore take care you boys, so don't even try to sneak off. Promise me you'll stay right here and work on potions," Snape's gaze leveled with the two boys.
"Oh we give you our word, don't we Draco?" Herculen nodded seriously, and Draco followed suit.
"Good, I'll return this afternoon."
Then, with a sweep of his bat black robes, Snape was gone, replaced by the elderly, white haired headmaster who stepped through the doorway with a smile.
"Hello boys," he smiled at the two Malfoys. "Professor Snape tells me that you both love potions. I will just sit right over here, please let me know if you need anything. I must say, I did enjoy brewing some rather interesting potions back when I was still a professor."
"Oh we will," Herculen promised with a smile.
"Well, let's get started!" Draco declared, eager to begin, and Herculen went about finding a potion that appeared interesting, and the two brothers created a sleeping draught while Dumbledor read a book in the corner.
When the potion was complete, Draco wanted to start brewing a hair-raising potion, however Herculen said he wanted to make tea first.
"Would you like any tea, Headmaster?" Herculen asked, and Dumbledore hesitated before saying a 'little tea might be rather nice'.
Herculen approached a counter and hurried to make tea. Once it was hot he brought two cups over for himself and Dumbledore.
"Here you go, sir," Herculen handed the headmaster a cup, and immediately a frown lined the old man's face.
"Are you sure this is my cup of tea?" Dumbledore looked hard at Herculen, his eyes seeming to pierce the boy, however Herculen didn't faulter.
"Yes, it's the one I made for you."
Drumbledore stared at Herculen for a moment more, and then he frowned before glancing at the closed door to the potions room.
"Alright," he said slowly. "However I trust you will continue working diligently on your potions, young man."
Herculen smiled and nodded, however Dumbledore continued to stare at him, until he shifted uneasily and hurried to retreat to the table where he sat beside his brother.
A few moments later, Dumbledore took a tiny sip of tea before placing it aside, and in a few moments he was sleeping soundly.
"Well, let's get started!" Draco declared, eager to begin, however his brother shifted his weight and glanced at the door cautiously. "What is it?"
"You know, this is a second year potions book," Herculen complained.
"Well, that's okay. I only know one third year potion anyway, and I hardly even know any second year potions!" The 10 year old told his older brother. However, Herculen's eyes were bored and he fairly glared at the potions book.
"You know what would be fun," Herculen told his little brother queitly. "Would be to do some more exploring!"
"Well, we explored the whole castle yesterday," Draco trailed off, confused by the wild glint in his brother's eyes.
"Oh we did," Herculen nodded. "However, we didn't explore outside of the the castle."
"What do you mean?" Draco asked.
"You know, I've always wanted to explore down around the lake, say. And I have hardly ever gone near the forest."
"But we're supposed to stay in here and make potions!"
"Oh pishposh, Draco. That's no problem," Herculen laughed out loud. "I know plenty of spells that would solve that problem."
"But Dumbledore would notice if we we're gone," Draco glanced over at the sleeping headmaster.
Herculen laughed again, and told his brother to stand up. After that Herculen swished his wand with a flick of his wrist. Two boys faded into view, sitting on a bench and diligently working on potions. Draco stared, amazed, at the two boys identical to him and his brother. Walking over, Draco tried to touch one, however his hand went right through as if the boy was made of smoke.
"See," Herculen grinned. "It's not as if it's hard to get around the rules. Besides, I put our sleeping draught in the headmaster's tea! Even if he does wake up soon, he'll see us working. It won't be a problem. Come on Draco!"
"Wait," Draco cried, "We can't just leave! What about, what about if Snape finds out we are gone! We'll get in so much trouble!"
"Pish posh, he won't know we're gone! Come on, don't be such a stickler, little brother. Do something daring for once in your life. Don't be such a coward."
"Well, well where do you plan to go again?" Draco asked uneasily.
"Oh I don't know, just around outside, maybe to the lake. Come on! Let's hurry so we have more time before he wakes up."
Herculen marched over to the door and glared at his brother to hurry up. Uneasily, Draco followed his brother, throwing a final look at the potions room before the brothers tried to open the door, only to find it locked.
"Funny, it wasn't locked before. The old coot must have locked it wordlessly! Come on, there's a secret tunnel over here."
Herculen hurried over to a table, and then he knelt down to push in a bit of wall, which made another bit of wall swing out. He urged Draco inside before shutting the door softly. The boys now stood in a much taller secret passageway lined with black, shining stone.
"Come," Herculen told his very uneasy little brother, and then hurried to the end of the tunnel, where he slowly pushed open a door.
Throwing a look both ways, Herculen hurried through the door, which was a painting on the otherside, and finally he and his brother arrived at the front door. Yanking it open, they slipped through and escaped from the virtually empty castle out into the warm summer air.
"We made it," Herculen declared. "Now, where should we go!"
"You said we'd go to the lake," Draco told his brother, who nodded slowly.
"Yes, I did say that, didn't I? Well, we could, I suppose, however there are other places."
"Like where?" Draco asked, confused. Following his brother's gaze, he realized that his brother had a very different location in his mind: The Forbidden Forest.
"What? No! We can't go in there, father said it was forbidden!"
"Oh father, he's a bit of a stickler too. Just too uptight if you ask me. Sometimes he just gets so bothersome. Come on, Draco, it'll be fun! We needn't stay for long, I just want to see what it looks like in there. None of the Slytherins ever go; spineless cowards, the lot of them. Of course, I'm not one for the kind of stupidity those brave gryffindors boast, but some people need to grow a backbone."
"What if we get lost?" Draco stammered.
"I'll leave a trail of magic to follow back. We can't get lost. Besides, the forest isn't school grounds. We can just apparate back to the edge. Come on, Draco."
Draco watched as his brother marched toward the forest, and with a sigh, Draco hurried to catch up with him.
'It'll be fun,' he told himself.
Stepping into the forest, Draco immediately noticed a difference in how far he could see. The forest was dark beyond belief, but Herculen's eyes seemed to light up.
"Spooky," he whispered. "Come on."
He lead his brother further into the forest, over logs and through bushes, and Draco was presently surprised when he heard a bird singing in one of the trees. Birds singing seemed to make the dark place a little less terrifying. Actually the farther they walked, the less terrifying it got. Nothing popped out at the brothers, and the birds continued to sing merrily. The further they went, the colder it got, and suddenly Draco noticed drifts of snow on the ground. Herculen said it was because this part of the forest never really warmed up. Soon the boys had entered a ghostly, snowy wonderland still icy despite the summer outside the forest.
They must have been walking and exploring for several hours when Draco finally brought spoke of the bird's singing to his brother.
"So," Draco asked after a while. "Why do they call it forbidden anyway? It doesn't seem so bad to me, actually. It's cold, but it's not as bad as I thought it'd be."
"No it isn't," Herculen agreed. "It's just because too many people listen to rumors and can't stand believing that just because something is dark doesn't doesn't mean it's totally evil. Of course, there are stories about the creatures that live in here."
"What do you mean?" Draco asked, hurrying to catch up with his brother.
"Let's stop for a minute to eat, then I'll tell you," Herculen replied. The two blonde boys sat upon a rotting log and Herculen conjured two sandwiches, one of which he handed his brother.
"There's lots of stories about the Forbidden Forest. I've heard that by day, it's not terribly bad. However, by night it is crawling with vampires, werewolves, and other even more terrifying creatures, or so they say. Students used to disappear in here, usually at night. What makes it truly awful? Normally vampires are nightly creatures, but in this dark, they can travel in mid day, too. And creatures in here are bigger. There are spiders, Draco, as big as a bear. There are rats so big they could swallow you in a single gulp. Boo!"
Draco jumped into the air as his brother leaped forward, a loud shout coming from his lips. Draco tumbled off the log with a short cry, trembling wildly.
Herculean began to laugh. He helped his brother back onto the log as he cackled wildly.
"Oh Draco, you're too easy to scare. Come on, it's okay, little brother! I didn't mean to really scare you! Are you okay?"
Draco's bottom lip quivered, but he nodded.
"Why are we in here, again?" Draco trembled.
"Oh come on, those are just stories. I bet they tell them so kids don't get lost and then teachers have to trek around for hours to find them. We can't get lost, though. Come on, let's-"
Herculen stopped talking, suddenly when an unusual rustle from nearby was heard. Placing a finger upon his lips, he looked around quickly. Suddenly, the brothers heard a footstep crunch in some nearby dead leafs.
Jumping, Draco made to run off, but his brother held him firmly in place.
"Stay here," his brother commanded in a whisper. "Don't move a muscle. Running doesn't do any good. Don't move Draco, I'll be right back."
Standing silently, Herculen sneaked away into the forest. Moments later, he disappeared past a bush.
Nervously, Draco played with his hands, swallowing and glancing around the slight clearing he was seated in. Suddenly the air felt colder, and the darkness seemed to press in on Draco. A sound to Draco's left made his head spin, but nothing was there. Then he heard a footstep in back of him.
"Herculen?" Draco turned slowly, his voice shaking, and then he screamed.
Within seconds, the dark cloaked being that had moments ago been looming in back of the boy, had leaped upon Draco, tearing at his shirt with claw-like nails and snarling with long teeth that Draco recognised as fangs.
"Help!" Draco screamed, but he received a slap across the face from one of the clawed hands leaving long, red tracks. Slowly, blood began to dot the snow red.
"Get away from my brother!" Came a scream from across the clearing, and the fangs that had, a moment ago, been preparing to sink into his neck, were now snarling at Herculen whose pointed wand was trained on the vampire. Herculen's voice was dangerous. "Get away from him."
The dark being struck Draco on the head before leaping and running for the other boy. Draco moaned, and his eyelids fluttered softly closed.
Draco may have only been unconscious for a minute when a strangled groan awoke him from his short reprieve.
Struggling to sit up, Draco's eyes traveled to the left, and then he shook his head in horror.
The dark cloaked vampire was bent over his comatose brother, it's face buried in Herculen's neck.
"No, get away!" Draco cried, and for a moment, the vampire looked up, licking it's red lips slowly.
Draco gasped for breath and tried to stand, but his head throbbed, and he was back on the ground panting for breath within seconds. The vampire again busied itself with the elder boy.
Shaking, Draco scanned the clearing for anything that might help, and his eyes located a small rock within reach of his hand. Draco struggled to throw it at the vampire, and though it didn't reach it's mark, the vampire snarled and rushed at Draco.
Crying, Draco tried to scoot away backwards, but he was getting nowhere fast.
The vampire was mere inches from Draco's neck, and it slammed Draco's head into the ground once more, causing Draco to whimper loudly, when there was an enraged shout.
A green light lit the forest, and the vampire shot across the clearing, slumping against a nearby tree. It's vacant eyes fluttered before staring into space.
Draco again tried to stand, but his limbs gave out on him, and he collapsed into a sobbing heap. He looked up to see a dark cloaked man running toward him, and Draco sobbed harder, trying to push himself away. It was a few moments later when he realised the dark cloaked man was Snape.
"Draco," Snape's voice was breathless as he knelt beside his godchild, surveying the bleeding marks marring Draco's face. "Draco did it bite you?"
"No, but, but Herculen," Draco sobbed and the color further drained from Snape's face. Standing, Snape turned to look at the edge of the clearing.
"Don't move Draco, I'll be right back," Snape promised, but Draco grabbed at his robes desperately. "It's alright, I'll be right over here. I need to go see Herculen."
Snape gently disconnected himself from the child and ran to kneel beside Herculen's side. The sight he found made his stomach churn.
The vampire must have found the boys some time ago, for it was clear that it had been feeding on Herculen for a significant amount of time. He was paler than any child Snape had ever seen, and a red river ran from a gash on the boy's neck. His breath was swallow, but at least he was breathing, for the moment.
Quivering wand hovering over the boy, Snape's mind numbly worked over what he would do.
'Think,' Snape screamed at himself, 'He has but minutes, think!'
Conjuring a soft gauze, Snape wrapped it around the boy's neck and muttered a spell to make the bleeding stop. Hesitantly, Snape surveyed the body. A few moments later, a second person entered the clearing, glancing at Draco and his brother. In a moment, Dumbledore knelt beside the whimpering Draco.
"Will my brother be okay?" Draco asked Dumbledor immediately. Dumbledor's eyes grew dark as he surveyed Draco. The small blonde had a concussion and several other superficial wound that would need treated before they could get infected. Dumbledore then turned to look at Herculen, he face turned slightly so that Draco could no longer see the headmaster's expression.
"We can hope that he will pull through. We must not ignore the fact that, should he pull through, he may not be the same. It is," Dumbledor paused, "It is difficult to lose a sibling. We must hope with all our hearts that it is not yet time for Herculen to depart this world."
Turning back to Draco, the blonde was shocked to see a saddened look upon the old man's face. In the short time Draco had known the headmaster, he had not seen an expression even close to the deep sadness that lined the old man's face for but a moment before it was replaced by an expression far less readable.
"Please try to help my brother," Draco begged, but in return he only received a sigh.
"We will all do our very best," Draco was told, and then the elderly man waved his wand, Draco suddenly growing sleepy. Things suddenly became foggy, and Draco could only pick up parts of conversations.
"I'll stay-" that was Dumbledore.
"If anything happens, you'll-" that was Snape.
Draco then heard whispering, before Snape sounded angry.
"Remember-"
"-and you understand that his father-"
"-you must, Severus!"
"I'm sorry."
"He was a foolish child, and-"
"-too weak to apparate-"
"Bring her-"
"-and when she does-"
Suddenly Draco felt arms underneath him, and his eyes fluttered open to see his godfather. Snape grunted as he lifted Draco into the air, and then took off running through the forest. After what seemed an eternity, they arrived at the castle, and Snape hurried inside. He ran toward the infirmary where he lay Draco on his side upon a crisp white bed.
"I must depart, but a nice lady will look after you," Snape promised, and then he disappeared.
A thin older woman approached to tell him that a healer would be going to see his brother, and that she would be looking after him until the healer came back. She fussed over his back, which had become raw and bloody due to being slammed upon the ground, and then she turned to lay him upon his back, which made him wince.
"My brother," Draco gasped out. "A vampire got my brother! He, he-" Draco dissolved into a fit of tears, and the woman's expression softened.
"Here," the woman handed Draco a little round candy. After a moment, he took the candy, chewing it slowly. A few moments later, Draco's eyes fluttered, and then they drifted shut.
AU: Please review and tell me what you think! Your reviews are so nice and inspire me to continue.
Also, my friend FanofRandomThings is writing a story called One way leads to diamonds: the tale of Thrandius. It's about Thranduil, however it's a crossover with Harry Potter, and will eventually be about Lucius. If you have any interest in Thranduil, Lucius, the Hobbit, or Harry Potter, I recommend you check that out. :)
Also, my friend made an awesome Harry Potter thing on Youtube where she matched characters with songs, and I think the songs are pretty accurate. It'd be cool if you could check that out. Here's the link (first type in youtube in the url bar then the link, you can't put full links on ff):
watch?v=6MjH9PBDrgo.