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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-three

The houself stood in its simple outfit, ears wiggling as it shook. Despite the fact that it had been the one that had scared Draco and yourself, the creature seemed to be afraid as well. Then the strangest thing happened. The presumable female house elf curtsied.

“Hlǣfdīġan.”

You looked to Draco to see if there was any recognition on his face. He had been the one interested in learning other languages years ago after all. Or, at least, in going to schools that would require him to learn other languages. Unfortunately it seemed like he was as in the dark as you were over what the elf said. The elf said something else that you didn’t quite catch due to the strangeness of the language spoken but it did bring your attention back towards the creature. What you did understand was the motion of their hand that beaconed you to follow them.

You rose up slowly to help make sure that you didn’t injure yourself further. Draco tugged on your hand when you started to follow the houself. His face had a terrified expression on it. Wordlessly you used your free hand to ruffle up his already messed up hair before soothing it back down with your fingers. You locked the other hand’s fingers around his and started to pull him with you. There was a little resistance from the thirteen year old but not for very long. Which thankfully meant that finding the houself wasn’t too hard once you got to the trees.

You and Draco followed the smaller creature for what felt like forever. By the time you had stopped your leg was throbbing. Somehow though the pain seemed worth it as you stared up at the structure before you. The small lake was decided by a strip of land barely wider than two carts. The lake was fed and churned by natural waterfalls in the near distance. The land that split the lake down the middle was rimmed in trees that had been purposefully spread out so that their branches only just touched along the side and down the middle, creating lovely dabbled light down the strip. At the end of the land bridge was what looked like a great hall jutting out of the hillside, splitting the large waterfall so that the waters had no choice but to fall around it.

You got the strangest sense that you had been there before. Only you knew you never had which created a weird dissonance inside of you. The feeling lingered and twisted in your gut even as you approached the building. Though it had seemed like a long stretch of land at first, walking down the land bridge was easier by far compared to trapping through the forest. The majority of the structure was seemingly made of the exact same stone as the hill it jutted out from except for the fact that the front was made out of beautiful stained glass that was so thick you couldn’t see through it.

The houself opened the main doors and ushered you and Draco inside. The inside was beautiful if not sparse. You tried not to shiver as you stood and took in the grand room; your gown may have been drying off as you walked but you still felt like you were freezing in the meantime. There were no paintings on the wall nor decorative metal works other than a detailed guard rail that stood around a trench nearly running the length of the room. To either side was a long stone table whose chairs had long since been removed by the look of it. And at the end of the hall on a raised diaz was a much smaller rectangular table built out of black marble.

“Who lived near the wedding area?” You asked Draco in confusion.

It must have been a great family by the looks of their hall. And you and Draco had unwittingly barged in. Though based on the fact that the elf hadn’t spoken a recognizable language maybe “near” was relative.

“How am I supposed to know?”

“I thought your father would have had you memorize all the great families by now.”

Draco scuffed and you decided to drop the topic. Though apparently he wasn’t ready to let it go. “Why would he?”

“I don’t know, it just seemed like something he’d do,” you whispered to the younger wizard.

“The only reason I’d need to know all the other houses was if I wanted to get married. But as we’ve already done that, that won’t be a concern,” Draco said defensively.

“...calm down Draco it was just a question.”

You moved over to one of the stone tables to try and take some weight off of your throbbing leg. As you put tension on your arms instead, the elf once again turned to you and Draco. The language that fell from their lips was just as incomprehensible to you as before. Though there was something familiar about the rhythm of the speech. The flow of the language sounded familiar even if you didn’t understand any of the words.

“I can’t understand you,” you admitted as you leaned off of your bad leg.

The female elf looked perplexed. They couldn’t understand you either ironically enough. What they did understand was the pained expression on your face and the way you shivered. They tried to communicate something else to you but what you understood was the beckoning motion.

“This could be a trap,” Draco said. “Something set up by a Hag.”

You didn’t like that thought at all. Hags did not have the best reputation. The fact that some of them apparently liked to eat children ruined it for the majority of the species. You tried to brace yourself against the doubt that Draco instilled by reminding yourself of the solitary nature of Hags. From everything you knew from Defense Against the Dark Arts, they wouldn’t have the privilege of a houself.

“That’s true but when has a Hag ever been known to have a houself?”

“Never,” Draco admitted grudgingly.

You gave him a look as you put your weight back on your legs. Somehow giving yourself that small break had made it worse. Thankfully your bandages had held up so far considering that you hadn’t practiced that spell much in the past. The houself led you down a corridor with no windows, but plenty of stairs. The walls were smooth and the arch well above your head but you knew that it must have been carved out of the hill. You and Draco passed a couple of open archways as well as doors before the elf finally showed you where they were leading you.

It was a series of moderately sized rooms that seemed straight out of history. The room you entered into must have been for some kind of entertaining guests as you couldn’t think of another purpose for it. There was a balcony on the far side and to your left there was a fireplace that seemed to be open to another room. A bedroom if you had to guess. You didn’t have time to explore before the elf pointed at Draco and motioned for him to follow.

“He can stay with me,” you said even though logically you knew the houself didn’t understand.

The female elf had a look of confusion on her face, causing her wide eyes to narrow and ears to tremble as she tilted her head. To alleviate the confusion you grabbed a Draco’s hand once more. The thirteen year old looked down at the connection quickly before looking back at you with something like an accusatory expression. You squeezed his hand and yanked, hoping he’d stay quiet. You pointed to him and then yourself a couple of times before pointing at the ground where you stood. Though she still seemed confused, the houself seemed to understand the concept of what you were trying to communicate even if they didn’t understand the reason.

Draco pulled away his hand as the elf disappeared. “I don’t need you speaking for me. What if I wanted my own room?”

You stared at him. Draco looked as though he wanted to cover up the fact that he’d been about as scared as you were this whole time. Not that you could blame him for that. What did seem unbelievable was how stupid he was being. You motioned for the open door.

“Fine. Go find the houself that doesn’t understand English in a place neither of us have ever been to. Hopefully this wasn’t all a trap so you can safely get your own rooms. Oh and if you run into our host, don’t forget to ask where we are,” you tossed back with just as much attitude as he’d given you.

“Forget it,” Draco said aggravatedly as he started father into the chamber.

He seemed to be appraising the set of rooms as he walked around. You were more interested in trying to find clues about where you were so that you could know if it was safe or not. The damned feeling inside of you that said that you knew this place still hadn’t let up. At the same time the fact that it felt so familiar might have been your mind trying to warn you about there being a trap but also trying to make you feel better about it for all you knew.

As you walked around you did notice that whoever designed this place really liked birds. Ravens or crows to be precise. There were a couple carvings of the bird every so often. You also noticed that for a suite of some sort it seemed despot like it had been recently stripped of all comforts with only the bare essentials added back in. The bed seemed to be the only thing that had fabric on it. And from the feel of the fabric it was very old though somehow in almost immaculate condition.

“Come here, look what I found,” Draco’s voice called out from another room connected to the entry chamber.

You followed his voice from the bedroom. The room he’d found had been connected by another, much shorter, tunnel. Your mind tried to work out the sense of needing a tunnel and the only thing you could think of was the fact that the rooms must have been carved out of the stony cliff somehow. They probably couldn’t carve too much out without everything collapsing. It would help to explain why everything was carved with a curved ceiling and why most of the rooms were smaller for castles. Everything except the grand hall of course.

Draco stood in front of a portrait. Three of the walls around him were covered in domed holes, acting as shelves of sorts. At least half of the niches filled with books and scrolls. The other wall opened up to another balcony of sorts, pillars of carved stone making it an extension of the room and letting in as much sunlight as possible. Though you didn’t have time to see what the balcony overlooked as you stopped to examine the portrait that Draco was so fascinated by.

The woman in the portraits was beautiful. She had pale skin with vividly blue eyes. Her red hair was left unbound to contrast with the ivory silk of her glowing gown. The sleeves of the gown were long, the longest point going to the ground with her skirts. There was a decorated belt hanging around her waist, a section of it left free to trail down the front of her skirts. And in one of her raised hands was a wand; definitely a witch then.

You looked for some kind of clue about who the witch was. There was something in ruins written all around the bottom border of the portrait. As you gently traced the foreign symbols, you felt as though the air had been taken out of your lungs. You pulled back and clenched your arms around your body.

Cold. It was so cold.

As strange as it seemed the picture had taken your energy. And you could feel it swirling with the inks long since dried. You could actually see your own energy invigorating the magic of the portrait. Though you were curious something about the fact that you’d been stripped of energy had left a foul taste in your mouth. You hurried out of the room; cold and afraid.

“What happened? What did it say?” Draco asked as he followed you back to the main chamber.

“I don’t know,” you admitted, moving slowly over to the bedroom.

You needed out of your wet clothes. Without energy to create a magically sustained fire, your only source of warmth was going to be from the blankets provided.

“Weren’t you taking Runes?” Draco asked in an almost demanding tone.

“I am. They’re...familiar...I know I’ve seen them somewhere but I know for a fact that I haven’t studied those exact ones. Will you unzip me?”

Your question seemed to halt any come back that Draco had been building up towards. Your back was towards him as you buried your hands into the blankets. They were so cold. You could hear Draco when he moved in. You could feel his hesitation as he found the zipper on the back of your damp dress. Normally you would have been able to undo it yourself but only with magic; it would have been frivolous to use it at such a moment. Draco did a fine enough job anyways.

You’d waited a moment to nonverbally give Draco the opportunity to leave if he’d like. Once that moment past you dropped the dress, grabbing your wand out of the hidden pocket first, as well as the thinner under dress you had on. Your supporting garment was something like a modern bra and a regency era short corset. You unhooked the comfortable garment from the front without much thought. Even with your hands as cold as they were it was fairly easy. The harder part was keeping your comments to yourself as you felt Draco watching you undress.

You pulled one of the blankets off of the bed and wrapped it around yourself like a robe. Though that seemed to do very little for the ardor that you felt rolling off the thirteen year old in the room.

“You could have left you know,” you pointed out tactfully.

“Why would I?” He challenged.

You rolled your eyes as you moved to sit on the bed, raising your feet off of the cold stone so that you could undo the buckles of the kitten heels you were in. As you finished you spoke out to the other blond in the room.

“There was a spell on the painting. It...took the energy I got from you somehow.”

“Has that ever happened before?”

You shook your head but then paused. Your lips thinned as you tried to regain some warmth. You laid down on your side, still wrapped in the blanket, as you considered the day so far.

You had been at a wedding. Something happened that caused people to gossip - you still didn’t know over what. Darius found out that you unintentionally practiced a form of legilimency. And then you’d been called out to this place before being attacked by Sirens. Then when you and Draco got to shore the sand somehow absorbed or dissolved your blood. A houself then appeared to lead you and Draco to this unbelievable dwelling where a portrait had stolen your energy.

You never noticed when you drifted off to sleep. Nor when Draco tucked you into bed properly before climbing in behind you.
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