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Weapon (Possession Chapter LXXII)

Chapter XXI - Rogue and Pawn

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Narcissa sat in the drawing room. The light from the sun flooded in
giving her sculptures an ethereal air. She wasn't watching though. She couldn't
watch. Usually she would. Usually she liked just watching the light hit the
sculptures she had gathered over the years, as the water they were in reflect
the light. It was calming, it was joyful and it reminded her of the light she
saw when she used her tenshi form.
She could still remember his words, words she wasn't meant to hear.
'Good-bye child. If you fight him, do not rely on your blood.'
He had been her last hope but he refused...
No... she shook her head... This isn't the end. I'm not going to
lose him!
She had lost her husband. It was painful but she would not lose her son.
"Draco!"
The magic of the manor would convey her voice to her son. If he would not
help, then she would have to make the arrangements.
She was not going to lose her son as well, not to this petty Dark Lord.
"Mother?" His voice was soft.
Narcissa smiled as she looked over at his blond elegance. He had inherited
his father's looks. Pale blond hair and pale, almost translucent skin, and
startling grey eyes. High cheek bones formed the base of a seemingly fragile
but handsome face. Her son wasn't fully a man yet, but he was beginning to fill
out and she could see the grace and handsomeness he would possess, from both
sides of his blood.
"Come in, come in," she motioned him close, patting the divan
beside her to indicate where he should sit.
"Mother," Draco smiled and she was pleased to see that he looked less
tense. "You wanted to see me."
"I did."
After Draco had seated himself, she rose, restless and moved to the windows,
looking out at the perfectly manicured estate gardens. Like everything about
the Malfoy Estate they were beautiful, ordered. That was perhaps their
weakness, there was nothing spontaneous there. But that was the way of magic,
the way of life.
What humans saw as coincidence, as random events were all part of a larger
pattern, one their minds could not grasp and so they called it fate.
There was no such thing.
There was power. There was light. There was dark. There was good. And there
was evil.
There was no fate. There was no destiny. Those were created of the other
five.
There was magic and implicit in the ability to use magic was the ability to
control what muggles called destiny. And it was that now, she would teach Draco
the true extent of his magical abilities.
Then the two of them could plan, for without a plan they could not defeat
the Dark Lord. And her son was... destined - Narcissa hid a smile - through his
blood to be superior, to rule. It was his right. He was not a pureblood, no
matter what he believed, he was more, through her and because of that
heritage... that was all he needed.
And no half Muggle Dark Lord was going to take that away.
Only one with the blood of a tenshi deserved it all.
Only her son.
"Mother?" Draco questioned her quietness.
Narcissa turned and smiled. "Tell me about magic," she instructed.
"Huh?"
She smiled again at his confusion. Her mother had started much the same way
with her when explaining this. But it was necessary. "Tell me about
magic," Narcissa repeated. "Tell me where it comes from and why a
wizard can use it."
Draco frowned, "But..?"
"Just tell me."
There had been a question like that on his OWL. He hadn't been able to
answer it. No one in Slytherin had been able to answer it and from what some of
the others had heard from the other Houses, no one there had been able to
answer it. Mudblood Granger had supposedly been in a foul mood about it for
days.
Magic just was...
"I don't know."
"I do."
"Huh?"
"I know what magic is. You know as well, you know. It's in your blood,
my child because it's in my blood. This is knowledge not known to wizards but
only to our kind. Your father does not know, Dumbledore doesn't know, the Dark
Lord doesn't know for they do not have our blood."
"Blood?"
"You aren't human, my son. It's that simple."
"What?!" Grey eyes stretched wide in disbelief.
"It's nice to know you inherited a bit of me," Narcissa chuckled.
"That was my reaction as well. You are not human, not completely my son,
because I am not human. You are more than human. You share in your very
being the origin of magic."
"You're lying," Draco said, his grey eyes wide as he looked at the
woman he thought he knew. He couldn't move. There was something holding him in
place.
"No, I'm not. Let me show you." With a shrug she shed her outer
robe and moved her hands to her waist, stripping off her shirt. She liked this
blouse and there was no need ruin it. "Look!" Narcissa said
forcefully as Draco averted his gaze from her now naked chest. The Dark Mark
seemed mocking on her elbow but she ignored it. It had been causing her pain,
but not so much that she couldn't deal with it.
She half closed her eyes as she concentrated, willing her wings into
existence. They had healed since Ollivander had disciplined her and she felt
them wrap around her, warm and comforting. They were the main thing that marked
her as a tenshi. There were other less obvious marks but most focused on the
wings.
Draco gasped when he saw the reality, his grey eyes somehow stretching wider
at the proof that she was not human.
"I am a tenshi."
"A... a... a tenshi?"
"Well, a half tenshi."
Narcissa locked her wings around her, covering her body as she moved to sit
back with Draco. He just watched her move. She reached out to take his hand,
and brushed it against her wing so that he could feel that it was real. There
were other changes, they just weren't so obvious. Her eyesight for example was
now so beyond perfect that it defied description. She couldn't see what her
mother had seen but she could see so closely that she could see charms move
through the air. Her strength was improved and if necessary she could transform
further, becoming almost intangible, almost pure magic and thus immune to
physical and all but the most powerful magical attacks. Because of her father's
blood, she couldn't transform fully, she would always be tied to some physical
body but it was enough.
There were other things... Battle
adaptations. Tenshi were the keepers of the peace in their realm but she had
never really been able to manifest those, except when extremely stressed. The
magically poisoned claws, and fangs and magically hardened skin was not
something that came easily to one with human blood for they were pure magic.
Right now though, she was going to demonstrate one more ability, the ability to
manipulate magic.
"There are many realms of existence. When humans die, they become what
the Muggles call spiritual energy. It isn't spiritual energy though, it's
magical energy. It's amazing what they will believe. In their effort to disavow
the existence of magic, they allow the existence of the soul, of spirit, never
realising that the two are the same - magic is spirit. That what the ghosts you
see are, magical energy that isn't quite in the right realm, that's why they
are visible here, the interference between the two realms keeps them visible
and why when they are ready, they can move on. They can't use magic though,
even if they were magical in life because they are not aligned properly in
either existence.
"A tenshi though is a natural inhabitant of that magical plane. And it
is in that plane that magic originates... No, magic doesn't originate there,
that plane is magic.
"Magic is after all intangible, brilliant and powerful. It is
spiritual, or what the Muggles would call a miracle. All living things are in
some way connected to this other realm, the magical realm, that's why sometimes
a Muggle can do magic..."
"I..." Draco gulped, his grey eyes wide. "I never believed
Pritchard when he told me..."
"He told you?" Narcissa was surprised. She would have known if
there was another like her.
"He told me that their family has a legend about all the powerful
wizarding families. That we are all descended from... from something more than
human and that is why we alone have the right wield power. And that is why we
are more powerful. Of course the blood has been diluted through the generations
but it is our right to rule and it is why we must strive to keep our blood
pure."
"Pritchard? I believe my father was distantly related to them... I am
only a half tenshi, my son, my mother was a pureblood and my father a wizard
from the Clan of Slytherin."
"The Clan of Slytherin? They haven't existed for centuries,
Mother!"
"I know, but I am quite a bit older than I look. It's one of the
advantages of tenshi blood. Tenshi's are eternal. As a halfling, I can look
forward to an extremely long life, and as for you, my son you will begin to see
the effects of your tenshi inheritance soon. Magic, physic, life span, these
will all be affected."
"I'll grow wings?"
"If you are going to, it won't be for a few years yet," Narcissa
smiled. Draco was taking this well. "Tenshi are born with wings, halflings
have to grow them later and not all of them do. It makes sense though since I
physically would not have been capable of giving birth to you if you had been
born with wings. Wings come with maturity, and while you are nearly of age for
a Wizard, you are still a child in terms of the tenshi."
Draco looked faintly sick at the reference before he shook his head
slightly, blond hair flicking around him. "Does... did Father know?"
"No. I... I could never tell him. The Dark Lord does not know
either."
The blond boy nodded his eyes downcast.
"It... it will be all right my son," Narcissa said soothingly.
"I mourn the loss of your Father every day, and I will for the rest of my
life however that situation is a travesty of justice which unfortunately we can
do nothing to rectify. The travesty that is the Dark Lord though...
"You are part tenshi, my son, you are part what the original wizards
were and so you alone have the right to rule.
"It is your heritage, it is your right, and it is your blood.
"I never met Salazar Slytherin but he was a great man. His direct
descendant though... You are not quite as directly related, but your blood is
purer and that is what will tell in the end over blood polluted by
Muggles."
"Father said he had become weak."
"He has. But even in his weakness he is formidable. You would not be
able to take him on for years. Your power is greater than his, Draco but it
will take time for that power to develop, time he will not grant. The Dark Lord
is not foolish. I will teach you everything I know, Draco, and that will reduce
the time... but we cannot fight him as your Father did. He has too much
support.
"But that does not mean we cannot destroy him. All it means is you
cannot take control immediately. There will be a time of chaos."
"I will not side with Dumbledore," Draco said firmly. He wasn't
sure why... but he would not side with the Light, no matter how much of a sham
that might be on his part. He could not go to Dumbledore.
"I do not want you to," Narcissa reassured him gently. "That
would not serve our purpose. You will though, maintain that you are not loyal
to either side. You are loyal only to yourself."
He nodded.
"Good. Then this summer we will begin and when you return to Hogwarts
you will have the basis upon which you can build, and from which you can bring
others to your side. The Dark Lord's actions are not universally accepted, not
even with the dark forces and you will be the beacon of hope that they are
looking for, the alternative.
"But that is why, once he is felled, there will be chaos. The more
intelligent ones will support you immediately. The others will need time to see
what their Dark Lord truly was, a mudblood pretender and to accept the reality
he is gone. Those fools will be useful though as we can direct them into the
final destruction of the Light."
With a shrug of her shoulders she ruffled her feathers, pulling her wings
back and replacing her blouse as Draco nodded slowly, thinking about what she
had said. "My son, you will have it all."
"And I will give it to you."
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Ginny looked up at the ceiling as she flopped back on to her bed. The oak
beams and boards hadn't changed. They never changed and their familiar pattern
was comforting.
She needed that.
It was only a week into the summer holidays and she needed all the comfort
she could get. Her eyes glanced towards the window but it was dark outside so
there was nothing to see. She didn't need to see though, right now she needed
to think.
She'd already said good night to her family, turning in early so it was
unlikely that they would bother her. No. At the moment everyone was waiting for
Ron's OWL results or speculating on how the twins had managed to afford the lease
in Diagon Alley.
Right now no one really cared about her.
Well, that wasn't true. She knew they all cared but this wasn't something
she could speak with them about.
Near the end of semester she'd woken up one morning to find the bond with
Harry gone. It wasn't completely gone, she could feel the echo of it, and knew
he had kept his word. If it came to it, her life force would be drained to
replace his. That wasn't really what she wanted but it was the only protection
she could give him.
Ginny closed her eyes as she took a deep breath, forcing herself to try to
see the whole situation as Harry obviously had.
Look at the facts. Draw conclusions from there.
That's what logic dictated but logic was a cold substitute for the heart.
Look at the facts, she reminded herself.
She loved him. It hurt but she loved him. She'd always loved him.
It had been a childish, stupid obsession at first, an infatuation based of
nothing more than puppy love and rumour. But then came Ron's first letter home
from Hogwarts telling them that the scrawny but messily attractive boy at the
station had been the Harry Potter and it had become so much more. It had been
fate, obviously that had meant that of all the girls her age, she had actually
met their obsession. It had been the confirmation of her love.
No, no! Look at the facts!
It wasn't fate, it was chance.
She loved him.
He loved Him.
Those were two facts she knew to be true.
Other facts...
No one else knew that Harry hadn't been kidnapped but instead had willingly
gone to the Dark Lord. No one she knew that she could talk to. Sirius obviously
knew but the dog animagus was no in a position where he could talk to her, and
he probably didn't even sympathise with her.
Harry had returned because... Why had Harry returned?
Think.
Because of her..? No...
Because... Because with Lucius' rebellion the Dark Lord's forces had lost
too much ground. Harry had returned because it was the best way to help his
beloved. He could be a spy that they would never suspect.
Ginny nodded, gulping as some of the implications became clear. It was neat
now, but when Harry showed his loyalties... that was going to be messy.
But that didn't help her.
In the battle for Harry's heart... It hadn't really been a battle. They'd
lost, every single girl who had fantasised over Harry had lost... she'd lost.
Hadn't she?
That's what Harry had said. He loved the Dark Lord.
But... He'd said something else... With everything else he'd said she didn't
want to cling to it... but maybe that's why he said it. He'd been trying to
explain to her, trying not to hurt her... trying to make her see it from his
perspective.
His perspective..?
It should never have happened!
No part of Harry should love the man who had killed his parents, who had
tired to kill him, who had tortured him, who had hated him, who had pursued
him, who had saved him, who had tortured for him, who had killed for him, who
had loved him...
No part of Harry should...
But he did.
And he always would.
"But I love you," Ginny whispered willing the words to enough.
"I love you so much...
"Give me a chance."
A chance, that's all she wanted and it was more than many... heh... any
others would get...
"That's what he's given me," she said softly wondering why it
still hurt.
Harry had given her the chance. He'd said it himself. 'The possibility
exists for me to love you as something more.'
Something more than a friend.
He had hurt her. He knew that. It had hurt to take away what she had but he
was doing it not because he loved Him but because in the end he loved her, as a
friend... not yet a lover...
Ginny smiled, opening sapphire eyes to look at the ceiling again. "Not
yet a lover," she repeated...
But the possibility was there.
And she would show him the sweetness of what she could offer. She was not
like the others. She wouldn't be dependant on him for every thing, she would
not just be for show. Harry didn't need a lover who was just for show, he
needed a partner, and she would grow to be that partner. Somehow, she'd find
something to offer him, something to make him take up the possibility.
"You can love Him Harry, you can love Him for all time, I don't care,
just as long as you let me love you, just as long as you love me."
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