Chapter 23
Chapter 23
Draco was confused.
He would have thought that now that he had shifted back, the ‘raven’ would also afford him with the same courtesy. But the said ‘bird’ just looked at him as if he had lost his mind.
More so, the animal seemed dumbstruck for some reason. It was as if it had learnt some secret of the universe it didn’t know before. But it couldn’t have. Other than his animagus form which considering the faithful pursuit he was subjected to all the way from Winterfell, the ‘raven’ definitely new about.
But Draco didn’t have the chance to think back to what he had unwillingly revealed. Because in the next moment he was forcefully dragged into the bird’s mind. Only to seemingly transport elsewhere.
He was curious for a moment as he had never experienced this kind of magical technique before. But only for a moment. That is until he realized what he was actually seeing. Because in the next moment he felt the barely resistible urge to gag.
And who wouldn’t?
Because seeing a tree actually growing thru a human being is not just disturbing. It is abominable. It is monstrous. It is disgusting.
It wasn’t just that the wounds were open and raw. No. that wasn’t it. Or that the subject of what could only be a variation of torture had to be in constant, unimaginable pain. No.
It was what Draco could see as a wizard that disturbed him the most.
Because the man before him was a sorcerer. A powerful one at that. But one that could only utilize a tiny fraction of their own power. The rest? Well… a small portion was being used for just keeping the poor man alive. And the remainder? Oh, that was what repulsed Draco so badly. Because the remainder was leaving the man through the impaling roots and feeding some kind of parasites on the other end.
Before him was an abomination upon magic. A powerful mage should never be mistreated in such a way. As a power source for some kind of creatures.
And so there was only one thing Draco could do in this situation.
Those things had to go.
And quickly.
So when the man spoke of Prophesy, of the Wall, of the Night Watch, of the Others, of the Night King and of Draco’s (or Jon’s) destiny, Draco wasn’t listening. Well, he was, but the tale held little of his attention. Because he knew.
How to stop the upcoming catastrophe.
How to help the man before him.
And most importantly, who was truly responsible.
But he didn’t have to be there for any of it. Because the sorcerer in front of him? Even severely handicapped the man is more than enough. Draco’s plans can remain unchanged.
He just has to set the Bloodraven on the right path. That is all.
And if for that he has to reveal the existence of some of his secrets? It wasn’t a too steep price to pay for a way out of the entire mess this early in the next round of the Game.