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Falling into Destiny	By : Demonic_Host Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 11026 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Falling into Destiny
Chapter Forty-one

There was a smile on your face as you felt yourself being lifted into the air. Your hands gripped your partner's shoulders to help keep yourself up as they twirled you around in the air. When your feet touched back down on the marble dance floor, you slid one of your hands back into your partner’s to continue with the rest of the steps. Not too far away was the violinist; echoed by the other violins that were enchanted to play exactly like the primary.

“You’ve gotten better at this,” Darius commented.

“I’ve been practicing for the last two years,” you told him with a smile.

The music faded as you said that. The next one was bound to start up soon but for now you wanted to get something to drink. Which meant that Darius was free to wander off to talk with his friend at the other side of the tent while you went to quench your thirst. The crystal cauldron was filled with a delicious juice that somehow perfectly encapsulated the taste of summer. As you sipped on a glass of the softly colored juice, Malinda came up to you. She looked cute in her sunflower inspired dress.

“The Bride is really pretty isn’t she?” Malinda asked as she poured herself a glass of juice.

“She is,” you agreed, “but those raven feather details on the groom’s party are better than anything on her dress.”

The way the feathers reflected the summer sun made them seem more magical than they were. They were done with such an eye for details. And they must have been painstakingly sown on the cloaks in that cascading pattern.

“You’re joking right?” Malinda asked.

“Why would I be joking?”

“Because the lace on the top of her dress deserves all the attention.”

“Lace is just the go to Bridal choice. It’s not very original,” you responded matter of factly.

“Okay miss humbug. What would you make your dress out of?”

You were quiet for a moment as you tried to picture yourself in a wedding dress. Considering that you were already married, apparently, there probably wasn’t going to be a chance for you to personally wear one. That shouldn’t limit your imagination though. It had just not been something you’d but much thought into.

“Maybe a train of thunderbird feathers,” you mused.

Malinda stared at you with a probing expression. “Seriously?”

You shrugged as you sat your glass down. “I just really like the texture they’d bring.”

“Yes but Thunderbird feathers?”

“What’s wrong with them? As long as the Thunderbird isn’t harmed, I think it would look brilliant.”

“And cost a fortune. You’d need your weight in galleons to afford that!”

It suddenly hit you that Malinda had no idea that your weight in galleons wouldn’t even really take a chunk out of your vault. As the sole Black left that hadn’t been disowned, dead, or in jail, you had inherited access to your mother’s family vault.

“Well then what about your dress?” You asked her in return instead of remarking about cost not being an issue.

“Mom and dad would want me to go a bit more traditional,” Malinda remarked. “So I bet a hooded cloak works its way into the options somehow.”

“Imagine the cloak being made out of gossamer or a thin silk organza. That would be nice,” you tried to uplift the sudden pout that had overcome your childhood friend.

Malinda thought about it and slowly smiled. “I could even do a lace cloak for a summer wedding.”

“See, traditional isn’t all that bad.”

“What isn’t all that bad?” Darius asked as he stepped back to the picture, friend in tow.

“A wedding cloak,” you answered.

“Picking out your dress already?”

“No but your sister is,” you said with a good natured smile. “All that’s missing is the groom but I’m sure your parents could arrange something.”

Darius turned with a surprised look on his face. “What happened to boys being crazy?”

“They are. Would you stop with that face? It’s not like I’m planning my wedding! Stop being stupid— Dorian is just teasing..”

Watching the exchange between the siblings was amusing. As they bickered back and forth as siblings apparently did, you looked around the tent and finished your drink. The early summer ocean breeze fluttered through the tent as you watched the happenings of the tent.

What was really odd was that you kept feeling eyes on you. Yet every time you’d go to meet someone’s gaze, the most you could get was your own name, and maybe a sense of shock. They’d look away before you could hear or see anything else through their eyes. It was kind of maddening actually. Which was why you pulled Darius out on the dance floor in the middle of his and his sister’s “discussion”.

Thankfully it was a mellow enough song that you barely had to pay attention to what you were doing. You closed your eyes and rested your head against him, doing the bare minimum that counted as dancing.

“What’s wrong?” The sixteen year old asked as he tried to come to terms with being manhandled.

“I just need it to be quiet,” you said through gritted teeth.

“We’re at a wedding; I don’t think even you can get everyone to stop talking.”

“Not that kind of quiet. Mentally quiet,” the exasperation in your tone probably seemed sudden to your dance partner. “I needed something better to concentrate on so I don’t hear them thinking my name so loudly.”

Darius stopped moving. He put his hands flatter against you, moving an arm’s length away. Which was frustrating given that you wanted his warmth and the shelter his body provided.

“Wait, you’re a legilimens?”

“Sometimes; when I make eye contact or there’s just a really strong sensation.”

“You never told me that,” he said with surprise.

The surprise was trimmed in alarm in his head. There was the sense of violation as well. You were the one violating his privacy. Embarrassed and a splash of anger followed though he did well to keep both off of his face. In turn, guilt crept up to grip you from the inside. He was right to feel wronged - you never told him about that, just as he said.

“Most of the time I can block it out or ignore it in a crowd. Just like how you can tune out people talking around you, you know? Or I just avoid eye contact; that helps a lot too. But it’s just so hard to ignore when I keep catching my name and pretty much nothing else. It’s frustrating,” you started out explaining but quickly devolved into venting.

“...are you sure everyone is talking about you?” The look on your face made him practically take back his question. “Okay. I could go ask some friends. See if they’ve heard anything.”

“It’d be nice to know why they keep thinking about me,” you muttered just old enough for him to hear.

Darius nodded and moved back. Even though he moved away from you in order to help figure out what was happening, you got a strange feeling in the pit of your stomach. As Darius moved off towards the table one of his friend’s sat in, you moved out of the tent. It was a pleasant enough day on the beach that going back out wasn’t going to attract much attention.

Besides, the idea of walking barefoot on the beach seemed appealing. You took off your shoes and did just that as you waited to see what Darius would find out. As you walked closer to water you felt a prick of longing. The oddest thing was that you had no idea why staring out into the ocean made you feel like you were missing something or someone.

You stared out into the beautiful yet deadly stretch before you, entranced by the waves. You knew that it was silly as you couldn’t swim but you felt an urge to move across the water. A longing to be out there filled you with such intensity that you were mesmerized by it. You were so entranced by the fact that what you wanted made no sense that you never noticed the fog rolling in around you.

Nor did you notice as someone approached you until they were practically right beside you. Though one could hardly blame you. Draco’s colorings were practically camouflage against the beach and the fog. Even his dark pants seemed like shadows... in the middle of a sunny day…

“Why aren’t you in the tent with your boyfriend?” Draco asked, dripping out the last word like it was something vile.

You had a hard time tearing your gaze away from the horizon. You had heard Draco’s question but it seemed far away somehow.

“Not even going to deny it?”

Finally you looked over to him. Your thoughts felt a little foggy but you managed to understand that he’d asked you a question.

“What was that Draco?”

“I asked why you’re not making a fool of yourself with Burrows.”

Making a fool of yourself? What was he talking about? As cloudy as your mind felt it was hard to focus your attention. The most pleasant sound beaconed from a distance.

“He’s asking around for me. Everyone kept thinking about me but I couldn’t…” you paused as you turned your head to the ocean once more. “Do you hear that?”

“Hear what?” Draco asked as he stepped in closer.

You idly noticed that he was getting taller. He was taller than a month ago at least. He stood beside you before you stepped barefoot into the water.

“The singing,” you said quietly, taking another couple of steps.

The water was cold against your bare feet even though it was officially summer. The sand and mud squished under your toes.

You looked back as your hand was pulled by Draco. Surprised at his action, you almost missed the sensation of your father’s voice in your head telling you to take a few more steps; Just a couple more and you’d be home.

“Sirens,” Draco said shortly, looking around with more than a little fear on his face. “Let’s go back to the tent.”

“No,” you denied, perplexed at his declaration that there were sirens nearby. “Everyone in the tent was giving me a headache. I don’t want to go back. I want to—“

You couldn’t actually put into words what you wanted to do. You wanted to get away from that wedding party. You wanted to push away the nagging feeling that something was wrong with Darius. You wanted to get to the edge of the water. You wanted to see what the voices were beaconing you towards. You wanted to see your father.

Draco pulled at your hand again, roughly. You stumbled in the water a bit as your dress absorbed more of the sea. Suddenly you could feel something pulling at you with vicious nails.

Blood colored the warm waters as you really lost your balance. You felt yourself being pulled farther away from the path you’d apparently been walking on into deeper waters. Shocked and afraid you turned to see what was dragging you to your doom.

Water rushed out of your mouth, you realized what had started to pull you to your doom. Draco was right - it was a siren. Unlike the selkies in the Black Lake at Hogwarts, these merpeople had a distinctly beautiful appearance. One that caused the fear in your heart to escalate. Why were there sirens this far north? Why were they in cold waters? (Not the water felt that cold to you surprisingly). Why were they attacking you?

As quickly as you could, you scrambled to get the deadly water beast to release you. The siren’s strength was greater than your own and so it persisted until you panicked enough to blast it with an unspoken stupify. The creature let go but that didn’t mean you were out of dangerous waters yet.

More Sirens started straight for you with deadly precision as you continued to sink. It was hard to think and harder to move as you felt air being replaced by water. The moment you could you cast yourself into the air, coughing and grasping for the invisible life sustaining element when you broke the surface. High in the air you could see the path that you’d been pulled from. It was raised somehow, magic solid enough for you to walk on it. The magic glimmered just under the water and the mist around it was practically diamond dust to your eyes.

As best you could, you tried to target your body to land on the solid magical path. You knew that landing on something solid would hurt but it was still preferable to the ocean. Even after all these years you still couldn’t swim. So when you landed right back in the water, coughing and hacking it up still you panicked. The flailing wildly in an area of Sirens would have done more harm than good if it wasn’t for the fact that you’d been able to reach far enough for Draco’s hand. He pulled you back to whatever bit of Magic that had formed into your own pathway. Shivering and afraid, you wasted no time. Once you were on your feet, with Draco’s hand in yours, you started running. Just because you could do spells without your wand and without incantation didn’t mean that you knew the spells to use. Nor did it meant that you had the strength to currently do that. In fact, you could feel your energy slipping away second by second. You suspected that was because you were somehow maintaining the land bridge that you and Draco were running on. Which meant there was no way that you had enough energy to fight off a colony of sirens, not without potentially dragging Draco into the frey and getting him hurt.

You wanted to get away. You wanted to go somewhere safe. Somewhere preferably warm. But mostly safe.

The feeling of fear was only prolonged and intensified by the heavy mist. The longer you ran with Draco towards what you hoped was safety, the thicker the fog. It got to the point where if you hadn’t been holding his hand, you wouldn't have even known he was there. It felt like you were breathtaking by in that mist.

Then as your legs gave out and you fell onto your hands and knees, for air, the mists parted around you and Draco...vanishing as if they were never there.
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