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Chapter One - Unexpected Consequences

Morsmordre, Borgin Galaxy.

Approx. 12.6 billion Kilometers from Earth

"Malfoy! Keep your guard up!" Theo's voice roared from Draco's left as he tucked himself into a ball, rolling out of the way of an oncoming fist. A blue streak of light passed over Draco's shoulder, singing the fabric that protected him. The boy that was after Theo disappeared from his line of sight; instead he opted to focus on the opponent that threw the ball of blue fire. Whipping his head around, Draco swiftly retrieved an arrow from his quiver and took aim. A woman stood in front of him, lengthy, unkempt black hair hung in her face. Sweat coated her forehead as her chest rose and fell with laboured breathing. She was tired, and that would be her downfall. Shaking hands pulled the arrow back from its nocking point, and his eyes locked onto hers as he inhaled slowly. You can do this.

The look of fury burned in her eyes; this was a test for all of them. Failure was not an option. She watched and waited, sending him a taunting gaze that he knew all too well. She wanted him to make the first move. Time seemed to slow down. All of the noise around them became muffled; the edges of his vision blurred, honing in on the lethal beauty. What is she waiting for? Seconds stretched into minutes - no one moved. Release. Let go, his mind commanded, but his fingers refused; the arrow stayed in place, the icy point aimed towards her arm. Maim, not kill. He wants a show. Not a bloodbath. Not yet.

"Draco!" Theo screamed. Within seconds, he felt a paralyzing pain at his side as he dropped to the ground. Looking down at the once perfectly intact hooded armour that protected him, he grimaced. Pieces of the cloth hung in strands where others were completely missing. Pale blue liquid soaked into the material as it stained his skin. Blood. The wound was larger than he had anticipated - it was intentional. She took the shot was all that kept replaying in his mind.

Another scream brought Draco out of his injury-induced haze. This time, it wasn't Theo; it was her. Her body was sprawled out, pinned to the ground by the sheer weight of his body. Blood splattered across her cheek from his barred teeth and bleeding gums as he hissed at her. A warning she knew not to take lightly. Another boy came up from behind Draco; his hand, marked with thin, crossed lines resembling thread, gripped him by his shoulders, squeezing him reassuringly. Neither knew what to say. Instead, they just looked on at the seething boy and flailing girl, both struggling for dominance.

"Theo! Let her up, it's over!" The boy looked down at Draco with frightening uncertainty. A silent conversation between them, spoken only through their eyes; This is getting out of hand. Draco watched as the boy marched over to the brawling bodies, making sure to retract his weapon of choice: a pair of deadly claws and brass knuckles. Theo was screaming something unintelligible into the girl's face. She tried to turn her head, to at least lessen the screaming, to no avail.

The other boy's hands tightened around the back of Theo's hood; with a sharp yank and an audible tearing, he was thrown on his back, cursing at the assault from behind.

"What the fuck! Did you not see what she did? She nearly knocked Malfoy's head right off his neck!" Theo spat. He turned away from the girl to look at the boy, Blaise, who extended his hand out to help him up. A look of disgust flashed in Theo's eyes as he smacked the outstretched appendage away bitterly. He struggled to get to his feet as his eyes refused to leave didn't know what to expect from either of them, and he didn't like it.

"It's over, Nott. Give it a rest. You know why she had t-" Before Blaise could finish his sentence, a high pitched shriek emitted from the girl as she withdrew her weapon again- this time, she wasn't waiting. Her legs propelled her forward as she ran towards Draco, who still sat crouched on his knees, clutching his wounded side; without hesitation, he withdrew an arrow and slid it through the bow string. Once it was lined up with the nocking point again, he felt himself disconnect. It was no longer him in control. It was his warrior.

While time seemed to have slowed down for him, it was only a matter of seconds before his arrow left his bow and embedded itself in her right hip. The icy tip that lay buried beneath layers of skin began to slowly spread it's hypothermic death through the wound, causing it to numb. Dropping his bow beside him, he allowed the pain to overcome his senses; his surroundings began to blur, noises became muffled. The girl stumbled, causing her advances to slow and stagger, but still she rose. She wasn't done yet.

A devious smirk lined her lips as she pointed her weapon at his chest. "Sorry about this Drakey…" With her index finger flush against the trigger, she watched as he slowly began to piece together what was happening. Her face, a guise, was devoid of emotion. Everything stopped. Blaise realized in that moment his mistake. It wasn't Theo who he should have pulled off; it was Pansy.

Blaise shut his eyes and willed his gift to protect the crumpled boy that lay in a bloody heap only a few feet away from him. The ground below them began to shift as roots deep below the planet's surface began to rise, listening to the orders that Blaise was giving to form a protective cocoon around the injured warrior. However, his concentration broke when he felt Theo's weight beside him shift. When he opened his eyes, he barely had time to register what it was that was about to happen before he saw the daggers.

A muffled scream came from Pansy and Theo's direction as he pounced on her. Pressing her back flat against the ground, he brought the daggers up and sliced them through the air, puncturing the fabric of her jacket. His palms dug painfully into the top of the dagger's handle, lifting his body off of her, Theo displaced his weight as he put all the pressure onto his hands, ensuring she couldn't move.

"Now listen here you fuckin' mangy twatface! If you ever try to pull that shit with us again, I won't miss my target. Do you understand?" Theo's voice quaked with anger, his hot breath blowing harshly onto her face caused an unforeseen defence mechanism. A loud grunt from Pansy and a knee to the groin later ,Theo toppled over the side of her, rocking back and forth as he clutched at his assaulted pelvis.

A slow, deliberate clapping noise caused everyone to stop. Blaise, who now stood next to Draco, dropped to his knees to help his comrade to his feet. Yanking the knives out of her jacket's shoulders, Pansy quickly rose to her feet, her posture rigid as she kept her eyes glued to the man who suddenly came into view.

"That's enough," Tom's cold, honeyed voice hung in the air. No one dared to move. Stepping closer to the four warriors, his gaze passed over the three briskly before he narrowed his eyes at Draco. The look of disappointed seared into Draco's mind. Beside Tom stood his father. The muscles in Lucius' neck strained as he fought to keep his face neutral, though he couldn't stop himself from looking down at the oozing wound at his son's side. Locking his eyes on to Draco, he motioned with his eyes, a silent plea asking if he was okay.

Tom's gaze lay elsewhere - for now he was eyeing the champion in his eyes. A look of feral hunger consumed his irises. His infamous predatory circling stopped only when he was right behind her; his chest pressed against her back.

"Very good Miss Parkinson… I believe we have made a fine warrior out of you. Perhaps you should be the one leading this group," Tom spoke. His words caused a shiver to run down her spine as his hand rested softly at the small of her back. "I believe you will do great things for me," the finality in his statement caused a shift. The air, while still suffocating, now held promise of something else.

The look of discomfort that Lucius displayed moments before over the wound his son displayed was now plastered on the faces of the three remaining Lieutenants. This was a test they knew they had failed. A mistake that would cost them.

"Nott, Malfoy, Zabini. I want you to accompany Miss Parkinson to the Manor. Lucius and I will join you shortly." It wasn't a question- it was a demand. Blaise and Draco straightened their posture as they looked on, a strict nod to let them know they understood. The action received appraisal in the form of a smile that was all teeth. Theo's refusal, his defiance, did not go unnoticed, for when he turned to look at him, he did something that frightened the other three. He did nothing. Not a nod nor a smile, not even a remark. Instead, Tom turned to Lucius and whispered something into his ear before turning back to them.

"Don't be late." Without another word, Tom turned away, Lucius following close behind as they began their descent back down to their city, their people, their homes.

"What the fuck was that?" Pansy hissed as she smacked the back of Theo's head.

Theo scoffed before walking in the opposite direction that the General had just gone. "You heard what Tom said - don't be late."

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The wait for Tom and the rest of the commanders to return felt like hours. The Manor, while spacious and light in colour, did nothing for the claustrophobic feeling that seemed to fill all of them. Pansy lay strewn across the furnishings, nervously twirling her hair between her fingers as she waited for any sign of their superiors. Blaise felt the desire to walk the grounds as a means to clear his head; the less time he spent outside, the more uneasy he felt. When left to his own devices, Theo did what Theo did best: sit and shine. His blades that normally reside at his thighs laid idly in his lap as he took to polishing them. Draco just waited, watching the three of them struggle with the inevitable. All of them were restless. They knew something was simmering below the surface, just waiting to boil over.

Doors scraping against marble brought all four of them out of their individual trances. Rising to their feet, they were met by the faces of Tom's highest ranking officers.

Commander Malfoy was the first to speak. "You four, sit. Tom has something he would like to discuss." The face of a concerned father was now replaced by his war mask. The one Tom beat into each and every one of his soldiers. To show feeling was weakness, and weakness will get you killed.

A shuffle of members pushed Tom towards the seated four, shrugging off his overcoat before throwing it towards the unoccupied seat. There was no expression - a look he had mastered - clasping his hands behind his back he took another step closer, testing the distance he could place between them.

"I have a job for you all: a mission of sorts." A pause; not a single sound could be heard. Everyone sat and listened, some too afraid to breathe. "It is imperative to our survival… I have the utmost faith that you four are the ones that can achieve this efficiently and in a timely manner." Looks of confusion branded Blaise and Pansy's faces. Theo and Draco remained neutral: something their fathers had instilled in them. "Would you like to hear what it is?"

A low chuckle hummed beside Draco before the volume began to grow. Looking over at Theo he couldn't stop his body from tensing. He knew the consequences Theo would face, not just from Tom, but his father as well.

"Do we even have a bloody choice in the matter?" Keeping his eyes locked on Tom, Theo waited for an answer.

It was Tom's turn to laugh. It was deep and humourless as he closed the distance between the two of them. "You're right. You don't. I just thought you might like to feel important, if even only for a moment, Theodore." An angry red tint burst through Theo's neck and cheek; a funnel of wind began to swell around them, blocking everyone in. He wanted Tom to feel trapped, wanted him to feel helpless, but it wouldn't last.

Imitating the reassuring squeeze Blaise had shown him on the field, Draco dragged Theo away. The instant they made contact, everything seized.

"What is this job you have for us?" Draco spoke, his voice steady and strong.

What looked to be a genuine smile quirked at the edges of the General's mouth. Motioning towards stray pieces of parchment strewn across the room, he let a quiet snicker escape.

"How much do you know about Earth? And more importantly, how much do you know about humans?"

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Earth, The Milky Way (Orion's Arm)

Approx. 12.6 Billion Kilometers from Morsmordre

London, England

"Hermione, look. The Funfair will be coming to London next week. Do you think we should go?" Luna trailed behind, clutching the flyer in one hand and her shoes in the other.

"I don't know about that. Isn't your father visiting next week? We also have that exam coming up…" Flipping the next page in her book, Hermione kept her nose down, only glancing up every so often to look for the station.

"Yes, but I think he would like it to. He hasn't been to one since Mum passed. I think it's time he go to one again." As the sign for the tube came into view, she tapped the tips of her shoes against Hermiones elbow, redirecting her.

Hermione grimaced as she looked down at the barefoot girl walking on the pavement. "How many times do I have to remind you that walking without shoes is extremely unhygienic? You are quite literally picking up billions of germs as we speak!" Hermione shrieked, watching as Luna stared absently at her before shrugging her shoulders and continuing on her way, still barefoot.

The entrance to The London Underground was in sight; breathing a sigh of relief, Hermione closed her book and slid it into her bag. The thought of curling into bed with a cuppa, finally able to finish annotating her current page of Infinite Jest, brought such an overwhelming warmth to her that she didn't feel the impact of another person hit her. At first.

Stumbling, she tried to catch herself from falling. Instead, she tumbled forward, landing straight on her bag. Luna looked down at the girl, who only moments before was walking towards the entrance, as she dropped her shoes. The sound of her flats against pavement rang in Hermione's ears. Looking down into her bag, she felt her stomach lurch; her book was ruined. Pages torn, cover bent, it was permanently disfigured.

Anger consumed her. Looking towards the perpetrator that was retreating from the scene, she shoved her bag into Luna's arms and ran after him.

"Who do you think you are! You injure someone and just walk away? Without so much as an apology? What the Hell is wrong with you!" Yanking the blond's jacket back, grey eyes met brown. The boy didn't speak; instead, he just looked at her, studying her.

She had her hair pulled back into a low pony tail, two strands of hair framing the sides of her face. Her neck was flushed pink with anger, small fists clenched at her sides. The sound of someone's throat clearing cued him in again. She was still yelling.

"I don't know if you noticed, but you pushed me back there! Not to mention you ruined the book that I was reading." Her chest rose and fell as she tried desperately to catch her breath. "Say something!"

He smiled. She was taken aback by how one small expression could drastically change a person's face. He was handsome. She would give him that.

"I say, you should probably keep your eyes up here." He motioned between them, this time chuckling at her look of shock. "Instead of looking down at your 'ruined' book."

She was fuming. That was all she needed to hear, opening her mouth to respond, but instead she was silenced by the shake of his head and a quiet mmm.

"It's okay, no need. I forgive you." The other boy that was next to him let out a high pitched cackle. Swiping the cigarette from his lips, he slapped the leather clad boy on the back in encouragement.

"Forgive me? Excuse me! You are the one that should be apologizing to me!"

This only caused the laughing boy to squeal in delight. Hermione felt the embarrassment in waves, her anxiety levels rising. These two were making fun of her.

"You're excused." The grey eyed boy quirked an eyebrow at her. The clenched fists at her side began to shake. She was about to explode.

"Come on, Draco, we have to get back. You know how Blaise gets," Theo's laughter had finally died down. Grabbing Draco by the arm, he tugged him away from the now silent girl.

"Maybe next time, Booky." Shooting a wink at her, he turned away. Hermione watched as they both retreated until they disappeared from her view.

Hermione walked back towards Luna, graciously taking her things.

"What kind of a name is Draco, anyway?" Sighing angrily, she grasped her ruined book between her fingers as both girls walked towards the stairs to their ride.

"Draco? Isn't that a constellation? I think me mum used to talk about that one. The stars aren't very bright, but it has five surrounding planets, if I am not mistaken. That makes it pretty unique, I think." Slipping on her shoes, Luna retrieved both of their passes. As the two girls entered The Tube and took their seats, Hermione silently agreed.

"The name seems fitting then for him." Looking out the window at the passing tunnels, she slowly closed her eyes, wishing she was already home. "The not very bright part, that is."

A/N: I hope you guys liked this new chapter! I am going to start working on chapter two tomorrow :) Leave me a review and tell me what you think? Thank you to all the lovely people who reviewed last time! It truly does make a writer's muse work overtime! Until next time! -G