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Review Response: First of all thank you for sticking with me! I can't individually response to everyone now but thank you so much for reviewing, I've gotten off my lazy ass and updated because of you! I'm so glad you guys like the last chapter, I'm iffy on this one because it feels kinda choppy and I kinda forgot how this would end so I'm gonna have to go back to my notes, sowwy T.T I never thought I'd take such a long time to get this out! I'm sorry guys but…I also can't say it'll never happen again T.T Junior year sucks, I'm getting extremely lazy and I have the urge to spend as much time as I can with my family so updates will unfortunately take a while. Hopefully not two years…My problem is that ever since I took the SAT's my confidence in writing and disappeared so my writing style might now be crappy due to me not writing a word of a story this whole time. This chapter was written before this year so it'll still sound like the old me, I've been meaning to update but…argh life's a slow wreck at the moment.
Chapter Thirteen: His Last Written Words
There was something warm next to him; it was delicately smooth, like baby's skin. Harry frowned, traveling his hands around the warmth, stopping when his fingers reached soft silky hair. Opening his eyes he faced a waking Draco. Normally he would have jumped out of the bed in horror, but when he remembered the events that led to his peaceful waking, he knew it was all right.
"Morning," he whispered before another thought crossed his mind, "or is it afternoon?" he looked around the dusty room and spotted the clock; it was very early, nearly six o'clock.
"Morning," Draco said back sleepily, sitting up and looking around with a wrinkled nose, "I never knew a room could get so dusty after a few months of abandonment."
Harry looked around and sighed quietly. The dusty room was majestic, but he knew it'd be even more beautiful if it were cleaned up. He felt the mattress bounce slightly and turned to see Draco getting out of bed, putting his clothes on, Harry followed suit, wondering if Draco remembered about earlier or chose to ignore it.
But when he looked at Harry, his cheeks flared, he turned away hesitantly, looking shyer than any child to exist. "Um…" he kept opening and closing his mouth to say something but he didn't seem to be able to voice his thoughts so he shut his mouth.
Smiling at how cute the blond was acting, Harry got dressed and stood next to him. "Now what?"
Draco shrugged, not trusting his voice. He skimmed through his memories, trying to find something to say that wouldn't sound stupid. It took a long moment before he finally spoke.
"There's one room I'd like to see before we leave," he said softly, relaxing a little.
"Where is it?"
"The attic, I'm sure the…" he frowned, "imposters haven't gotten to that area."
"Okay," he walked to the door, opening it and waiting for Draco. The Slytherin looked around his room and sighed sadly before walking with Harry down the elegantly built halls.
"They've gone off, Deverick can you drive back a little?" Ron asked, looking through his omniculars, turning the dials slowly to get a closer look at the walking pair in the manor.
Deverick turned the car on and reversed the car slowly, stopping when Ron ordered him to. Hermione and Pansy looked at the manor curiously while Ginny sat grinning to herself.
"I thought you'd have stopped watching them after yesterday," she said, raising an eyebrow.
Ron's ears went red but he answered in a steady voice, "I'm just making sure Malfoy doesn't do anything to Harry."
There was a chorus of sarcastic 'Right's.
"Shut up!"
Ms Fandle slammed down her attendance sheet sharply. "This is the second day Laurence and Jacobs have not come to class, does anyone know where the two lovebirds ran off to?" she looked at Brian and Jack pointedly.
"We told you," Ivan said exasperatedly, "they went home because a relative of theirs died!"
"Don't give me that story, I called their homes and they have not gone there, now I have to report two missing boys!" she still glared at the two friends, trying to pry the answer out of them with her beady little eyes. Meanwhile the rest of the class started murmuring about Brian and Calvin's disappearance.
"It's like a romance story!" giggled one of the students.
"We should do what they did, anywhere's better than here," hooted another.
"Silence!" the art teacher slammed her hand on the table, getting few to flinch in surprise, once everything was in dead silence she regained her composure, "now I'm going to go to the headmasters office, if I hear a peep out of this room it'll be detention for everyone. Violett, watch the class," she walked out of the classroom briskly as the honors student nodded.
"Should we let her report them?" Jack whispered.
Ivan sighed, looking unusually defeated, "who's the principal going to believe? Us or her?"
"Good point…and Mallory?"
"God…let her rot in hell."
"Parents?"
"We'll tell them the truth but no one else should know, they wouldn't understand."
"Ok…" there was a tiny pause, "it is kind of weird though, picturing Brian and Calvin as wizards."
"They're probably not Brian or Calvin at all, remember?"
"Oh, right…"
The rest of the class sat in silence until a police car parked at the front of the school, followed by two other cars that belonged to the Jacobs and Laurence's. Rumors started spreading like spilt water.
McGonagall readjusted her glasses before looking back at the Slytherin first year grimly. "Are you sure you don't remember?"
Allen shook his head, eyes slightly wide with innocent curiosity. "Why is this a problem, ma'am?"
She bit the inside of her cheek, wondering if maybe now would be the right time to say anything rather than wait a few more years.
But she reminded herself that Dumbledore had made the same mistake with Harry. 'What can this boy prove to me that he's ready to accept this news?' she wondered, staring hard at Allen.
"Headmistress?"
She looked down at the Daily Prophet lying on the table before her. The attacks were getting closer to England, everyone tried everything to stop the maniac but it was like he was stepping on ants. Maybe now was the right time…
"Allen," she said softly, her gaze softening when she looked at him, "there's something very important that you need to know."
"What is it?" was the uneasy response.
"Hey…Draco?" Harry asked, stopping himself from calling him Calvin.
"Hm?"
"I was wondering…since you have all of your memories…what house would you have been sorted in?"
Draco nearly stopped in surprise. What a question to ask at a time like this. "I don't know," he simply answered, "probably Hufflepuff, my mum always used to tease me about it," his face turned gloomy at the thought of his real mother. Harry didn't ask anymore and they walked up the stairs to the attic in silence.
The attic was a murky place, all the windows were closed, there were cobwebs hanging everywhere, and there was the muggy smell of rotting wood.
Gingerly, Draco walked to the closest window and opened it, letting the cool air and sunlight shine in. Harry opened another window, then another until they were all open and the large attic was filled with spotlights of sun, exposing the dust dancing in the air.
Draco sneezed when he sniffed in a bit of dust. Wiping his nose, he looked around the still sad looking attic, a shadow of a smile tracing his face when he spotted a few familiar things.
Harry looked around in awe, gazing at dusty dresses and suits that hung on wooden mannequins. Just when he was about to pick up a discarded doll, there was the creaking sound of a trunk being open.
Draco peered into the gray trunk and chuckled softly, picking up an old comic book. Harry looked from over his shoulder and raised his eyebrows.
Inside there was a large pile of comic books, taking up most of the space in the trunk, there was also a few unopened packages of action figures, most of them being Superman.
"This is some of my mothers stuff, she was addicted to these when she was our age," he skimmed through the comic he was holding before putting it back inside and sighing, "I wish I could have gotten to know her more."
"You're lucky to have spent six years with her, I only had one," Harry mumbled, remembering his own mother vaguely.
Realizing what he'd said, Draco apologized. Closing the trunk they explored the rest of the attic.
It wasn't until they explored Lucius's old school trunk that Draco asked a question.
"The sorting hat took a long time before putting you in Gryffindor, why?"
"What?" Harry blinked, looking up from a photograph of Lucius comically trying muggle fishing, "why do you ask?"
"I don't know," he shrugged, "you asked the same question…and I guess I want to know you better."
"Oh," he blushed lightly before remembering his first year, "it wanted me in Slytherin but I told it to put me in Gryffindor, it was really confused when he was looking through my mind," he smiled, not feeling ashamed of it now.
"Slytherin?" Draco raised his eyebrows and laughed, "I don't see how you fit in there."
"It said I wanted to prove myself to everyone, and that I had power, it's all confusing, I can barely remember every detail."
Draco smiled, staring at a wedding photo of his father laughing happily as he got carried by his wife who looked slightly exhausted yet laughing with him. "I'm kind of glad you weren't sent to Slytherin," he said softly, putting away the picture and picking up what looked like a journal, "how else could you have been friends with Ron and Hermione."
"Ron wouldn't talk to me if I was in Slytherin," Harry smiled, "Hermione…we would never have been friends. Wonder where they are now, how about you?"
"Crabbe and Goyle would be stuffing their faces," the blond chuckled, skimming through the journal to the last entry, "they always insist on pretending to be idiots."
"They're not?" Harry raised his eyebrows.
"No…" he started to frown at the journal, "how do you…think they passed all…the exams? They don't cheat on stuff like…that…"
"That's a shock," the raven head laughed. The Slytherin didn't respond. "Draco?"
The blond was looking at the journal with a chalk-white face, his hands tightened around the journal, holding it in such a tight grip that it started to shake.
"Draco," Harry repeated; his voice more urgent. He shook his shoulder then hesitantly looked at what Draco was reading.
December 23, 1986
I've had enough; this will be my last entry as Lucius Malfoy. People are still accusing me about being a Death Eater, have they seen my arm? I do NOT have the Dark Mark! I know I sound childish but it's true, I'm not a Death Eater, nor will I ever be one.
This will be my last entry because I've decided to move the family to…someplace else, America, Australia, Africa; I don't care, as long as we won't be accused anymore. Even Arthur's suspicious of me, I'm his bloody cousin! Distant cousin…but we're still family! I can't stand this any longer.
I've spoken to 'Cissa and she agreed, we'll be leaving the day after Christmas Eve, I hope the news won't upset Draco. No, I doubt it; he hasn't had a decent friend since everyone noticed he's a Malfoy. Hopefully he'll understand, I want him to have a normal happy life so much! It's a shame so many people don't know him as well as 'Cissa and me, they don't see how much of a great boy he is.
Well…my plan is to change our names, I'm not sure about physical changes…maybe minor ones, like hair color, we could get tans too, 'Cissa's wanted one for ages.
We'll lose our money unfortunately, but that doesn't matter, I'll get a job at some amusement park, 'Cissa wants a job at a charity center and pre-school, we'd have enough money to put Draco to the nearest best wizarding school. Morgan can come with us if she wants, she can help us earn more money and we can donate as much as we want.
Everything will be ok, I know it.
Goodbye for the last time (note the drama!)
-Lucius
Harry looked at Draco sympathetically; he didn't trust himself to say anything because he knew he wouldn't have liked it if he were him.
Instead, he put a hand over the blonds' and squeezed it gently. Draco closed the journal and let out a shaky sigh. "No use getting mad over it now."
"Yeah right," Harry mumbled.
Draco smiled but it slowly slipped away. "I hate bitter irony."
The little boy trembled in fear under the tall form of his soon to be murderer. "Please," he said in his native Russian tongue, "don't kill me!"
"You're family's dead and yet you still beg for your life," sneered Lefryn, he put his open palm over the crying boy, "coward."
But before he could turn the boy inside out, he was struck in the back with something sharp. Looking down at himself, he saw a thin branch of wood sticking out of his chest, dripping his own blood.
He turned around to whoever hit him, letting the little boy escape. A tall man glared dangerously at him, his hands raised slightly for another attack.
"Nevandor," Lefryn said as if he just met his long lost friend, "how long has it been?"
Without answering, Nevandor's fingers trembled, releasing green lightening that created another sharp branch and sliced it through Lefryn, he stumbled back slightly but otherwise didn't show any sign of pain.
"I see you've missed me," he smirked, wrenching both branches out of his body and throwing them behind him, nearly hitting two hidden people, the wounds on his chest shrank into nothingness, "wonderful place, Russia," he looked around smiling at the fallen buildings and scattered limbs, "the people here are so friendly."
His feet started to freeze. Surprised, he looked down and saw ice rapidly covering them, frost flowering over. He laughed and looked back at Nevandor, only to see that the Father of Nature was standing beside the Father of Ice.
"Jiezer!" he said in friendly surprise, "have you gotten short?" That only got the ice to crawl up faster on his legs.
The ground began to shake, people who were still alive, screamed in surprise and ran off in fright. The three Father's however, held their ground.
Lefryn smirked again, the ice creeping over his neck, "this won't hold for long, they're so close I can just taste them."
The earth around him started to rise, cocooning him so thickly and tightly that no one could hear whatever else he had to say.
Jiezer put a layer of ice over the cocoon of earth and Nevandor covered it with another layer of rocks and dirt.
"He's right, it won't hold him for long," Jiezer frowned, looking at the large rock-like 'coffin' as if waiting for it to explode.
"It'll be enough time to train the heirs," Nevandor frowned as well before raising the cocoon with one levitating hand and creating a large hole in the ground with the other, both hands trembling under the weight he hurried to get the job done quickly. Dropping the ball of earth in the hole and burying it, Jiezar put a sheet of ice over it.
"We need to get the others to guard it in case he escapes."
"Fide-"
"No, I sent him with Valer to watch over the heirs…we'd better evacuate the area," Jiezer eyed the fallen buildings in which he knew the survivors were hiding in.
"Should we go?" Harry asked tentatively. Standing up and dusting his pants. Draco followed suit, closing his father's trunk with a heavy sigh.
"He was a funny guy," he said quietly, more to himself. Harry watched sadly as he walked around the attic gazing at the clothes and books scattered all over the place, "he collected stuff like this," he bent down picked up a broken computer mouse from the top of a trunk, "he's a lot like Mr. Weasley…did you know he was jealous of his job?" he turned to Harry with watery distant eyes.
Harry shook his head and walked over to the upset blond. "Come on," he gently maneuvered him to the door.
"Wait," Draco blinked away the tears, looking out the window, "was that car there before?"
Harry looked out the window and saw an old rusty red car with one of the headlights shattered. Peering closely, he could vaguely see people inside; they seemed to be looking at him.
"What should we do?" he asked, getting the tingling feeling that he usually got when there's adventure and danger.
"I don't know…we could always sneak out the back door or…the dungeons," he looked at the ground with a pale face.
"Back door then," Harry decided.
"They spotted us," Ron muttered.
"They're going somewhere," Agredartha said softly, looking at her black jewel, "in a hurry…"
"What for? Didn't they see us? They should recognize us," Hermione blanched, looking hurt.
"They only saw the car," Deverick said, turning the car on and started driving around towards the back of the manor, earning a complaint from Ron at having lost his visual of Harry and Draco.
When they stopped at a corner, something popped out of the steering wheel where the air bag should have been. Deverick picked it up from his lap and stared at it in surprise, it was a scroll tide in a red ribbon.
"Shouldn't be anything bad," shrugged Agredartha, staring at the ribbon, "it's red."
The four teens behind them leaned over curiously, watching Deverick untie and unroll the scroll.
"'We've captured Lefryn and sealed him,'" he read aloud. Agredartha sighed in relief while the others stayed silent and listened, "'the seal will only last for a few days so we advise that you train your heirs with as much knowledge as possible. We wish you luck, Nevandor and Jiever.'"
"Train them?" Agredartha said worriedly, "they haven't even completely bonded yet!"
"That's what that was?" cried Ron.
"Shush, you shouldn't have been watching anyway, pervert," scolded Hermione. Ron's ears turned red.
"Does that mean that Draco will feel pangs of…heat?" Pansy asked uncertainly. Agredartha nodded.
"We'll have to take them then, bring them back to Hogwarts," Deverick muttered, opening the door.
This was a loud cat-like shriek. The Father of Storm looked down and saw a black cat glaring angrily at him; it was inches away from getting hit by the door.
"Valer?" Deverick raised his eyebrows in surprise.
Another cat joined, this one was covered in a rich golden brown fur. Agredartha leaned over the surprised Deverick and laughed, "Fidelio!"
Before Ron, Hermione, Pansy, and Ginny could see what the two were looking at they saw a young woman and man smoothly growing and changing from cat to human. They jumped back, startled.
The young woman had brilliant pink hair, she was skinny and pale, almost blue, she wore plain black clothes to match the fur of the cat she turned into. The young man looked elfish; his clothes were almost from the middle ages if it weren't for the zippers here and there, and the slight modern look upon them.
"What are you guys doing here?" the girl asked curiously, her voice sounding younger than she looked, "I thought we were supposed to watch over them until they reached Hogwarts."
"They will…Valer, they haven't completely bonded yet and we just got a message that Lefryn's been sealed for a few days and…well…" Deverick smiled hopefully, fiddling with his fingers.
Rolling her eyes, Valer gave him a tired smiled before shrinking back into a cat. If McGonagall hadn't done this so many times, Ron and the others would have found it amazing.
Stealthily, Valer the cat sprinted around the corner and slipped into a broken window. Fidelio looked like he wanted to go with her but he stayed since Deverick and Agredartha seemed to want to talk to him.
"How long have you been here?" the Mother of Fire asked curiously.
"A few days, it was after I sent Sir Jiever a message from Sir Nevandor," answered the messenger, bowing in respect at the two.
"So was…has that girl been influencing Harry and Malfoy to get closer?" Hermione asked, looking at the manor strangely.
"No, she just enhanced their senses and made their feelings more apparent than hidden," answered Agredatha, "what happened yesterday was all natural, but since we can't wait until Draco has another Heat Attack, then we have to rely on her."
"But wouldn't it be better if-" Ginny was interrupted by a loud crash of a chair falling on the floor, and an indignant 'RIAOW!' from Valer.
A silence fell over them as they waited for something else to happen.
Valer jumped out the window, running back to the car while transforming back to a human, nearly tripping on the way. "He's flying," she gasped, breathing hard, "flying!"
"Draco?" Agredartha made to get out of the car.
"No!" she panted, "it's Harry-he's using none of his levitating powers!"
Deverick and Agredartha froze, whether they looked happy or upset, Ron and the others didn't know. They had the look of parents just finding out that their teenaged daughter became pregnant.
And just in case you've forgotten, these are Harry and Draco's respectable powers (or at least the ones they were given (hint)):
Harry: Storm, Levitation, Invisibility
Draco: Fire, flight, phantasm