Chapter Three
Draco and Regulus were floating around in an infinite void.
They tumbled, rolled, and twisted…
Regulus was the first to stir.
He dazedly glanced around before spotting Draco. The blonde teenager was drifting away. Regulus concentrated and gracefully floating forward.
Draco's eyes fluttered open.
His eyes frantically darted about.
He finally noticed Regulus.
After a split moment of hesitation, Draco floated towards him.
The two met halfway and grabbed onto one another's arms.
The white void exploded around them.
The two amazedly glanced around as they realized that they appeared to be floating against the backdrop of the universe. The stars rained down around them.
Two pairs of silver eyes met.
The two didn't speak; they weren't sure if they could speak. They merely clung onto one another as they floated against the heavens. They were amazed and terrified at the same time.
A booming voice came from everywhere and nowhere:
You must learn.
Regulus realized with awe that the voice was his own.
Yet, he wasn't the one talking.
Nor did he have any intention of saying those words.
Draco's fingernails dug into Regulus' arms.
You must both learn.
A fire arose in the pits of their stomachs and spread to every inch of their body.
You must prevent history from repeating itself.
The warmth had reached Regulus' left wrist and Draco's right one. Their eyes widened as a silver light circled around the wrists. The light brightened and they closed their eyes.
When they opened them, they both let out a gasp.
Regulus' left wrist and Draco's right wrist were connected via a silver chain.
The two leapt away from one another.
At least, they attempted to do so.
The chain only allowed them to move several feet.
The booming voice arose once more:
You are now chained to one another.
Your souls are attached.
Your destiny is one.
Draco was terrified.
Regulus wasn't faring much better.
Draco opened his mouth, intending to ask the disembodied voice just what the ruddy hell was going on.
He never had the chance.
The universe exploded once more.
oOo
Regulus violently jerked awake.
Several feet away, Draco did the same.
From the looks of it, they were lying in Draco's bedroom.
The two sat up and realized that Regulus' left wrist was still chained to Draco's right.
Draco clamped his free hand over his mouth to keep from screaming.
"What…what is going on?" Regulus croaked.
"You should know," Draco snapped, "That was your voice!"
"I swear," Regulus retorted, "I have no idea what's going on!"
Draco staggered to his feet with some difficulty. He inadvertently pulled Regulus along with him. Regulus tried to stand but ultimately ended up floating.
Draco took a deep breath and muttered, "You said—"
"It wasn't me!"
"Someone said that we need to prevent history from repeating itself," Draco quietly said, "What does that even mean?"
"I don't know!"
"Do you know anything?"
Regulus raised his eyebrows and coolly said, "I know that started this day off alive and well and I'm ending it being chained to a snarky git. And in between, I ended up dying."
He looked stunned as the weight of his own words hit him.
"Huh," Regulus mumbled, "It's been a long day."
Draco surveyed him for a moment before saying, "You didn't even mention the part where we were floating along the infinite cosmos as a disembodied voice talked to us."
"Yeah," Regulus muttered, "That was weird, wasn't it?"
"A bit."
The two awkwardly chuckled.
They were standing several feet apart; the greatest distance that the chains allowed. Draco moved his arm and Regulus went flying forward. The blonde teenager snickered. Regulus frowned and jerked his own arm. Draco stumbled forward and scowled. They kept this up for several minutes, stubbornly refusing to let the other one get the best of them.
Draco irately swung his arm.
Regulus used his free hand to grab Draco's wrist.
Draco glowered.
Regulus smirked.
"You're a ghost," Draco spat, "How the hell are you able to do that?"
Regulus realized that he had a point. He had also been able to hold Draco's arms earlier, just as Draco had been able to hold his. He should have been intangible.
"Maybe I'm not a ghost after all," Regulus taunted, "Maybe I am an Inferus."
"You look like a ghost," Draco growled.
Regulus' retort was caught in his throat.
Draco's sleeve had been pushed up.
Regulus' eyes widened as he stared at a familiar inky black tattoo.
Draco Malfoy was a Death Eater.
Author's Note: That's all for now! I will try to have an update within a week! (No promises!)