Your Mother And Mine
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Draco threw on some muggle clothes Harry had of skinny jeans and a loose shirt (a bit too short for him, but definitely loose, because Harry had a much bigger build than himself).
Remembering the way he went before, Draco gracefully went down the steps to the bottom floor below the ground, seeing Blaise and Pansy animatedly chatting over a book with golden cursive writing on the front and a drawing of a fairy (or what Draco believed to be a fairy). Delicate, cursive writing swerved to curve every letter till the perfect swishing shapes were formed. The writing was even fancier than his own, which Draco did not believe to be possible until now.
He cleared his throat, laughing when Blaise fell off his chair from shock. "It's not funny Draco! These stone floors really bloody hurt!" He gently massaged his wrists because that's how he caught himself when he fell.
Draco looked at the kitchen, which he was surprised to find was quite clean. But he didn't want to go into their cupboards, or use the fireplace that had a kettle over the top. Thankfully, Pansy made him a drink herself and waved him over.
Sitting next to her, Draco saw the writing inside the book and knew it wasn't done by an author, but by someone possibly on the island or originally on the island. It was done on thick, scratchy parchment, with what looked like a recently added cover.
"What are you two reading about then?" Asked Draco, sipping on the tea without milk and it tasted minty: Draco found that he quite enjoyed it.
"I found it in Hermione's room." Pansy flicked through the pages, sandwiched between her two best friends, "It's got fairy stuff in it, and listen." Her finger landed on a line and she started smoothing the pad across it as she read it out, "Every time a person says 'I don't believe in fairies' a fairy dies, turning into a black orb, sucking happiness from Neverland. Over the years, the number of fairies is decreasing, and dementors are rising.
A Dementor is a black orb that turns half human, sucking on the victims soul through something called the 'Dementor kiss' from a person.
The only way to stop this is using a spell called 'Expecto Patronum' that only people with Pixie Dust can perform. The way this spell is cast is thinking of someone's most emotional memory: this can be assumed to mean happy, however, it does not matter the emotion behind the memory, it only has to be powerful enough."
"Where'd she get the book from?" Draco asked, slipping it over so he could scan the lines closer.
Blaise moved to sit opposite the two, turning the chair around so he sat with his arms rested on the back, "She didn't get it, she wrote it, Dean illustrated it. It says at the back of the book." Draco stared wide-eyed wondering how she did it with ink and parchments. Let alone how Dean drew the images without a pencil and a rubber.
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"Where are they?" Exclaimed Harry, flying to the Black Lake holding Ron and Hermione up as they went. As the Black Lake came into view, Harry heard the shriek of a mermaid, then they all dived under the water.
Riddle knows something. Harry thought, his face turning to stone at the thought of that monster hurting a person he cares about. He dropped the two off at the bank of the glittering soul-sucking water, only that colour because of the Giant Squid that lives at the bottom.
He hovered in the air, the same level as the Black orb. In his mind, Harry pictured the sound of his mother's scream as she was murdered. No, it was not a happy memory, but it was the strongest he had.
He focused his hands into a sphere, holding them close to his chest with his eyes closed. The moment he felt the top of the stag's head, he curved his hand until they were both flat, palm facing up and the stag went off. There were so many of them it was like a sea of swishing dark colours. Like when you put the tip of a used black paint brush in water for it to swirl outward.
The fairies arrived in a large group, fluttering colours of the rainbow approaching the trio at maximum speed. "Luna, Ginny, Colin, transform." He said in fairy language and the three immediately formed. Ginny had her blood red wings out joining next to Harry in the sky. Luna flew to the ground, her blue butterfly wings wrapped around her waist forming the bottom of her dress. Finally, Colin went to the ground joining Luna, Hermione and Ron. His wings curved around his arms, forming sleeves that didn't connect with his top and looked like a very creative, cool cast.
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"Let's go then." Draco decided, standing from his chair and pulling the long robe over himself tighter.
"You cannot be serious! We don't know how to do any of this!" She furiously gestured to the book, but Draco was already running to the exit hatch climbing the ladder.
"DRACO!" Blaise yelled, running to in the direction of the head of blonde hair. Draco knew where he was going, his mother told him the area and they even drew maps until Draco decided one was perfect.
0o0
Last night...
It was a quiet night on the Jolly Roger. Tom Riddle sat with his black leather books slung on top of his Mahogany desk. In his hand was a wine glass of red from the Muggle world that he sent Bellatrix to in her animal form. Tom was unsure if the red liquid was wine or blood- because it had thickness and colour of the substance.
He felt the boat slowly rocking with the waves. Tom viewed this as a game of chess: Neverland was Queenless, containing bishops, knights, pawns, it's king and rooks. The Jolly Roger was down a Bishop and rook, but had its Queen. It was Tom's turn, and he planned on using it well.
The boat was rocking more for a second, and the sound of clunking heals hitting the deck didn't change his mood at all. There was a knock at his door and Tom called for the person to come in.
There stood Bellatrix: his most valued crew member. She had the same thirst and drive for passion as he did, but she was not one to go against a powerful leader.
"My Lord." She bowed her head.
He sighed, swirling the wine in the petit glass, "I haven't got all day Lestrange- what is it?"
She looked up from the ground, "They have The One." Tom's eyes travelled to hers.
"I assume you have information on him? That you didn't just come here and tell me that information, knowing I couldn't do anything without added?"
"Yes, my lord." She bowed once more, "He is the son of Narcissa Malfoy and Lucius Malfoy." That piqued his interest, so he swung his legs from the table, gracefully dropping the wine glass on a stone mat on his desk. He took a step closer to her, them both locking eyes. "It seems that Potter has fallen for the Malfoy boy- who has no idea why he is here."
"Perfect." He purred, running a finger along her jaw as she stood still, "Potter is not stupid- at least, Granger is not. They would have figured it out by now." She hummed in agreement, leaning into his body as he put his hands on her waist. Their black hair mingling together they looked like the poster couple for evil. "We can use this to our advantage." He plastered kisses over her jaw and laughed, deeply as a plan formed in his head.
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Draco ran in, skidding under a fallen tree to land in the middle of the action. "Draco?" Luna gasped, running over to him. Quickly, Draco jumped off the floor, alternating between the hoard of dementors and the group of pixies and Lost People. "You shouldn't be here! If Harry finds out-"
"DRACO!" It was too late; the boy saw the heads of platinum hair but was unable to take his eyes from the dementors for too long.
"Luna, you either help me, or a dementor feasts on my soul." It was one of two options that Luna knew she had to choose. Too risky for her to drag him out of fire, and she couldn't fly him up either. She held out her hand, cupping it to blow so the sparkling blue dust glittered around him in a cylinder.
Like it was instinct, Draco flew up to the centre of the field going in front of the group by an amount. Harry floated still, unable to comprehend the blonde's complete stupidity!
Closing his eyes, Draco focused on both of his happiest memories. He let the feelings of love and safety and relief flow through his body. Felt the magic tingle over his legs, chest, neck then arms. "EXPECTO PATRONUM!" Out came a glowing Doe, worming through the crowed of dementors. Blowing them away, shoving harshly at the black orbs with the whisps of white.
And just like that, the Dementors were gone... and Draco sighed, breathing heavily like he just swam the English Channel and ran the London Marathon. Luna, Ginny, Colin and Harry switched looking at each other knowing exactly what this meant for the Fairies, for Harry, and for Draco.
"Marvellous show I must say." Emerging from the trees was Captain Tom Riddle, followed by Bellatrix Lestrange, her husband, and the Carrow twins. At the front was Tom, behind was The Lestrange's and behind them were the Carrows: all in perfect formation and similar clothing. "You really are quite something, aren't you, Draco?"
Draco's head snapped up at his name, no longer a defensive stance but a curious one. He took one step from the group, so he was just a foot in front of Harry. The raven-haired boy panicked, because Tom knew, and he'd use that to his advantage. "How do you know my name?"
"Oh, silly me, I must have forgotten you don't know your Aunt Bellatrix or Uncle Rebastian." Draco took one more step forward, unaware of the arm trying to coax him back. "You see, young Draco, you were conceived as a Muggle, yes, but you stayed in your mother's womb for almost a hundred years."
"No. No, you're lying. You have to be lying." One step back (only because Harry yanked his arm).
"Oh, he isn't dearie." His supposed Aunt cackled, "Your mother: Narcissa Malfoy. Has a birth mark on her left shoulder? Let me guess: did she sing you the same lullabies every night?" The woman strode closer, not caring about Potter and his band of Merry Men.
"Well a mother, a real mother, is the most wonderful person in the world; She's the angel voice that bids you goodnight. Kisses your cheek, whispers, "Sleep tight.""
"Your mother and mine, your mother and mine." He whispered back looking at his aunt and suddenly everything made sense. The reasons why he never did fit in, in the Muggle World, how his mother knew so much about Harry Potter, why his father never let him open his curtains at night when it wasn't a scorching summers day...
"Oh, there's more." Tom Riddle's voice cut like a knife through his thoughts.
Harry's hand grasped his own, "Draco don't-" but he quickly brushed Harry's hand off, only feeling betrayal from the boy.
"Potter here, has brought you under false pretensions." Harry's eyes widened with tears he didn't know he could produce, "He brought you here, thinking you could save the Pixies: using you as a pawn in his game to then toss you aside like a common street urchin." Tom made a flicking motion with his fingers, looking pointedly at Harry like the boy had betrayed Tom and not Draco.
"Is this true?" His voice was barely above a whisper.
Hermione went to speak, knowing her best friend could most likely barely function at the moment. But Harry got to it first, "Yes- no. I didn't know at the time! If I did, I would have told you: Draco you have to believe me!" He wailed into the open sky. Harry could taste the salt of his tears at the corner of his mouth but nothing was more heart-shattering than the hurt on Draco's face.
"We're going." Draco's voice turned like Tom's; stone and icy.
"No, please!" Harry screamed even if it was too late. Bellatrix had whisked them back to the boat before Harry had the chance to grab onto the fabric of his own shirt that Draco was wearing.
"We'll get him back Harry." Ginny whispered to him. Her and Hermione hugged him from the side, but that did nothing.
"What's if he doesn't want to come back?" Cracking, breaking and crumbling was similar to Harry's insides as he spoke the truth he automatically believed.