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Awakening To the Dream	By : ChimaeraChan Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 45316 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Ch47

“Vernon dear, you mustn’t play with that.” Petunia plucked the knife from the man’s grasp, placing it back in the drawer she had accidentally left unlocked. Vernon gave a grunt of displeasure, and went back to loudly banging his flatware on the table. Humming a light tune, Petunia returned to rinsing the dishes off in the sink and toweling them dry.
Life had certainly taken an unexpected turn since that horrible night less than a month ago. She had been terribly worried, waking up at St. Mungo’s and learning that her husband was the equivalent of a disabled child. There was no way now that she could support her family while having to care for Vernon as well; her new job just didn’t pay that much and Vernon needed practically twenty-four hour care. Amazingly, help had come from the most unexpected source.
The Minister of Magic had personally paid a visit to her, once she had regained her motor skills again. She knew of the man, and she knew enough about the Ministry’s courts to realize what he was offering was a settlement for their negligence in the abuse that had occurred that summer. She hadn’t planned on suing them, that was Harry’s business really, but she was more than content to let the Ministry pay for Vernon’s suffering and then some with the generous stipend.
Perhaps Fudge had thought it would take care of the problem on his end, but she had read the contract carefully. It only covered the Ministry’s neglect in listening to the reports she had sent concerning Vernon’s erratic behavior, that she had been certain was magical related, which led to his mind being broken and the man unable to function properly. If Harry wanted to seek compensation himself, which she felt was probably necessary and good for the boy, he was still free to do so. She hoped the boy was well at school; Dumbledore should be able to protect him until he was strong enough to take on his new responsibilities… Lily would have been proud of the way he turned out…
The doorbell sounded, but by the time she had wiped her hands free of the soapy water, Marta had rushed from the laundry to answer. She left the dishrag on the countertop, unconsciously pulling her sleeves down to cover the scars on her arms that magic had not been able to heal. The mediwitch had told her that although the pain in the area would fade, the lines all over her body probably never would.
She could hear Martha laughing nervously from the front door and she wondered if it was the police again. Since her house had been the only one to remain fully intact, and Vernon had been the only proven perpetrator of her assault, the police had come by on numerous occasions once she was out of the hospital to ask questions. She couldn’t blame them; over fifteen people had died that night, not counting the fallen from the magical side. Certainly the police would have been desperate for any sort of leads. That had been weeks ago. Since the wizards had gone about fixing up the neighborhood and adjusting people’s memories, the police had been content to leave them be.
Taking a deep breath, she braced herself to face the visitors and the barrage of questions most likely involved with the police. She stepped up, peering around Marta’s plump figure to catch sight… Gasping, she put a hand on the nurse’s shoulder and steered her away from the door.
“Petunia, this woman has been asking the most peculiar…”
“Vernon needs to be cleaned up, Marta. I’ll deal with this.” Petunia said, firmly pushing the younger woman off towards the kitchen. Startled, Marta allowed it, leaving Petunia and the stranger alone by the doorway while she went off to see to Vernon’s care.
Petunia turned critical eyes to the woman on her stoop; she was obviously one of those people, but this was the first time she had seen this particular witch and that left her uneasy. The Order always sent the same people and, if it was someone new, they were always accompanied by a familiar face. The long golden locks set in curls, pale ivory skin clad in a dress out of some renaissance painting, and covered in a long cloak just as much out of place in this era, the noble, if not beautiful face peering out at her sternly; none of this was familiar. That cold feeling of dread that she had come to associate with magic ever since she was a teen hit her hard as she stared at the odd woman.
“What’s your business here?” She asked, keeping a hand on the door incase she needed to slam it shut. She knew that only invited magical people were able to get into her house, but in her mind the security of a good old-fashioned door always won out.
“Please forgive my intrusion. I was told I could find a Petunia Dursley here. I’m Narcissa Black Malfoy; I was hoping I could speak with you.” Narcissa extended her hand to Petunia, waiting patiently for the woman to get over her distrust enough to shake it.
Withdrawing her hand, Petunia nodded briefly. The name Black had caught her attention. “You’ve found me.”
“Yes… may I?” Narcissa looked pointedly behind Petunia and into the house.
“I think it would best if you explained yourself first. I’ve not had many good experiences with your kind, Ms. Malfoy.”
“No, I imagine you haven’t.” Narcissa sent a cautious look around the neighborhood before withdrawing her wand and putting up a shielding and silencing spell. “I met your sister, Lily, a few times in passing when I was younger; she was quite the Gryffindor.” She left it at that, letting the woman take the comment as it was. “From what I’ve heard, she wasn’t the only one in your family.”
Petunia narrowed her eyes. “If this is about the boy, than you’re wasting your time.”
Pursing her lips, Narcissa sent another glance around before leaning in. “I am here because I have found some discrepancies in your family history. I was hoping, as the last living Evan, you’d be able to set things straight for me.”
Family discrepancies…? “I think you had better leave.” Petunia said curtly, gripping the door tightly.
“Please, Mrs. Dursley; this is very important.” Narcissa pressed determinedly. “I realize you have no reason to trust me, and I do not have the time to make it otherwise. Your mother was Cyprès Filix Evans, correct? The last of the great Filix seers?”
“…I will not speak of it.”
Petunia’s cold tone did nothing to deter Narcissa. “Your father was Harold Evans, descendant of the great General Black Hazard of the Last Defence of the Final Gate. His grandfather was a squib from the Scion Torent lines. Your mother’s great-grandmother had dormant magical genes coming all the way back from the first four houses of human noble bloods. It goes on, further back to your very first descendant, a beings whose only information I can find is a name, Zunse—mmph!”
“Ms. Malfoy, if you insist on speaking that name, do it inside.” Petunia hissed, tightening the grip she had on the woman’s mouth and pulling her inside, slamming the door behind them. It was only then that she noticed that Narcissa was, in fact, very pregnant. “Please, have a seat—and for god’s sake, do not speak that name again!” Petunia pointed the delicate blonde towards a chair, and took off towards the kitchen where Marta was trying to wash Vernon’s face with a damp cloth.
“I’m sorry to do this to you, Marta, but an old friend has come into town and unfortunately Vernon and her were never quite pleasant towards each other. Would you mind taking him out for a walk while I catch up with her? I’m afraid he’ll become upset if he sees her.” The lie came easy, as they always did when her family was brought up.
“Of course, Petunia. I’m sure Vernon here could do with some fresh air, right Vernon?” The nurse went about getting her bag and Vernon’s walker, patting Petunia understandingly on the arm as she passed by. “We can go down to the park; a nice day like this, it would be a waste not to.”
Petunia waited until they were well out the door and down the drive before she turned back to the living room where she had left her uninvited guest. She had been half expecting this all her life, ever since her parents had passed away unexpectedly; murdered by Lily’s enemies. Besides Harry and Dudley, she was the last, after all.
“Who sent you? Was it Beau? I told him I would have nothing more to do with them and their kind.”
Narcissa mouthed the name silently, her eyes widening in surprise. She had only heard that name in legend. “No, I was not sent by the Elder, Beau. I come here of my own free will and need. I don’t know how much of this you will understand… probably more than I originally thought.” She sat forward. “My son has been chosen as a Candidate and I have good reason to believe that your bloodline holds the Tranza line. If this is true it is very likely that…” She stopped when Petunia held her hand up.
“You are of our kind, Ms. Malfoy. Please do not bring chaos around my head with your loose tongue.” Petunia walked across the room and took a seat in her favorite armchair. “I will tell you, only because you are bound by Ezella and your son, if he truly is a Candidate, to keep your secrecy. My Great Ancestor is of the Tranza. Because of this, obscure and powerful beings have been attracted to our bloodline. Faelings, magical creatures, psychics, ghosts; you name it, my family has encountered it at some point in our history. I had only hoped that, by marrying a plain old muggle, I could escape this all… Lot of good that did me.” She looked away, rubbing her arms unconsciously.
Narcissa nodded thoughtfully. It made sense… but something didn’t quite fit into it all. She had stumbled on the Tranza line when, in one of the books Sir Pascal Le Calve had kindly pointed out, she had read of a strange incident. Marie Garnett Hade, a random muggle girl born in the year 1547, had been assaulted while on her way home on a late May evening. She had surprisingly survived the three assailants, men that Narcissa had immediately recognized as senghouls, a vicious creature that took the form of a scaly, grey-green human so they could get close to their prey. Although that alone was remarkable, it was the description of the girl, long dark curly hair and strange green eyes that glowed in the dark that had caught her attention.
She had followed the girl’s history, back and forth, finding more strange incidents among her relatives, although no more glowing eyes. Green eyes and black hair had been a rare mutation that seemed to skip generations, but each descendant with one or both of these traits had obvious power. It was enough to pique her curiosity, especially when the deeper she searched, the more powerful bloodlines she found to be merging into this certain line, including the mysterious founder of the bloodline, Zunseht. And yet, through all of Narcissa’s researching, only Lily Evans had displayed enough power to be noticed by Hogwarts.
Tranza blood would have amplified all magical tendencies, not buried them so that all the descendants were the equivalent of squibs with the odd occurrence of power when in danger. She could not believe that the previous generations were too weak to be considered for magical training.
“Tell me, does all of your family feel this way… this need to be normal and fit in with the muggles? Except for Lily, I don’t think any of your bloodline has ever crossed paths with the magical community.”
Petunia rolled her eyes and sighed, holding her arms tight to her body. “No, I am an abnormality in that department. My parents were quite happy when we displayed magical abilities but they would not allow us to ever speak of such things with other people. They taught us about the wizarding world and the magical beings, what to look out for, how to sense the motion of magic in the world… things that silly school of Lily’s would not dare touch upon. Our family excelled in the pure magics, power more commonly found in the magical creatures of old. We do not mingle with the weak corrupted humans in the wizarding world, and we do not reveal our existence to them; these are the two laws of my Great Ancestor.” Sarcasm was heavy in Petunia’s voice but her eyes revealed only sadness.
Narcissa’s brow puckered in confusion. “But…then why was Lily allowed to join the children at Hogwarts?”
Shrugging stiffly, Petunia focused on the landscape portrait hanging on the wall. “There are a few particular times when these laws can be over looked. War, mass disaster… insane, evil wizards coming in enough power to destroy the world. It was my vision that convinced my parents to let Lily attend Hogwarts.”
Narcissa regarded the woman, once again surprised. “You’re a seer?”
Petunia nodded. “All the first born women of my line are accomplished psychics. My mother was proficient in the craft and was ecstatic to have a prodigy to teach. To her dismay, I learned how to block the sight early on in life and have continued to ever since.”
“You shouldn’t! Don’t you realize what’s going on in the world? Your own nephew is very likely a reincarnation of—of Him. You should not block such a valuable gift!” Narcissa tried to rise, grasping her stomach in her agitation.
“Honestly…” Standing, Petunia placed a calming hand on the woman’s shoulder, keeping Narcissa in place. “Let me get you something cool to drink. You should watch yourself when in such a condition.” She went to the kitchen, returning with two glasses of lemonade from the fridge. She handed one to Narcissa, taking her seat again and sipping on her own glass and thinking.
The silence stretched between them. “Please, forgive my outburst. It was selfish of me to say such a thing when I have no place here.” Narcissa finally spoke up, pulling her hood back from her head so she could get some air flowing around her. “The power to see the future is rare and invaluable when read properly.”
“Yes, it is.” Petunia held the glass with both hands, concentrating on the cool surface. This was a simple life. No magic or powerful forces wanting anything from her or her family, no one demanding or turning her away because of her abilities. And yet, the life she had chosen had nearly gotten her whole family killed. “It is common for those without the sight to think it is an easy thing to see. My visions were particularly horrible. But through that horror I saw the solution: Lily’s path would lead the world to rebirth and prosperity… and she would be sacrificed for the greater good. Even so, Lily was quick to run off to that damned place when my parents forced me to tell her everything.”
“I see… I imagine that would turn anyone off from seeing the future.” Narcissa said slowly, drinking long from her glass.
Petunia snorted softly. “Hardly. I was seven when I had that vision. It gave me plenty of time for the both of us to come to terms with the consequences. I hated her for it, naturally. It was one thing to sacrifice herself, but Lily had no qualms with sacrificing our whole bloodline in the process with her decision as well… No, I stopped the sight when I was thirteen. I stopped it all when I was thirteen. No more magic, or tricks or training with my parents and grandparents in the ways of the old; I threw that all away and decided I wanted to be a muggle instead.”
“Oh, goddess, I think the collective wizarding world just cringed in dismay.”
Petunia raised a brow. “…I guess you wouldn’t understand the wonders a normal muggle life can be like.”
“I don’t know; right now doesn’t seem quite horrible.” Narcissa glanced out the living room window. “Quiet neighborhood, peaceful house; I don’t think we’re all that different when it comes to the basics. It does make me wonder what would turn you off from magic all together when it is ingrained in your soul the way it is yours.”
Petunia’s easy manner faded and her shoulders once again tensed in agitation. She had made a point not to think about those times, and calling up the memories now was equivalent to summoning up her old self. “It was gradual, starting when I was six and the darker visions came to me. You see, I had found the solution with Lily, but the visions didn’t stop… they never stop.” She paused, taking a deep breath as she let herself remember.
“The bodies began to pile up in my mind’s eye, first ten, then twenty, eighty… until every person with magical ability was rotting at the creature’s feet, their powers drained from them to feed his ever growing hunger. One stood against the creature, Lily’s child—female in the first visions but male once I turned twelve—This one fought. More died, the world died, and still they fought. My final vision came on my thirteenth birthday…”
She could see the pile of bodies, the world afire, and the boy alone, crying… She stood, refusing to speak anymore of it. The memory had cracked the barrier she had put up in her mind, and she could sense Beau acknowledging her presence before she shut him out again. “I have dishes waiting.”
“Mrs. Dursley, please finish.” Narcissa placed her glass down and pushed herself to her feet. “Don’t leave this unfinished. Have you kept it to yourself the whole time? You will be forever haunted by this if you do not free the visions by speaking them aloud.”
Petunia shook her head. “The things with visions, Mrs. Malfoy, is that sometimes speaking them aloud is what sets them into motion. This vision will not come to fruition through me. Let another seer bring the world to destruction; I am nothing but a common muggle living in Little Whinging.”
“I didn’t mean to…” Desperate to know, Narcissa apologized and tried a different angle. “Please, will you tell me more about this Great Ancestor of yours? Is your blood strong enough to support an Heir?”
Petunia pursed her lips. “Do not ask question you already know the answers to. You’ve gotten your information, Mrs. Malfoy.” Leading Narcissa to the door, she courteously opened it for the woman and waited for her to step out. “The name of your son, for future reference.”
Narcissa answered her readily, knowing she would be in the woman’s debt until she found something of equal value to trade for the information she had gained today. “Draconis Malfoy; Ezella has chosen him for Candidacy.”
“Ezella… you’re her servant.” Petunia stared blankly at the hand placed in hers. “I’ve seen you before, as a Queen… but you’re different now, a dragon and…” She pulled away suddenly, eyeing Narcissa’s stomach. “Fire.” She smiled grimly. “This one will be quite the handful.”
A private smile graced Narcissa’s lips and she placed a hand to her stomach. “I expect no less from my blood… Thank you for your time and your knowledge. I hope to repay you someday.”
Petunia nodded in reply and watched the woman blink out of sight with a crack. She would not think about this again. It didn’t matter that Harry had come into his inheritance and was bringing Fae and evil wizards alike into her home. She did not have to go back to that life again, no matter how hard it knocked on her door. Beau could find another to do his dirty work; Petunia Evans, Seer of Filix, had died with the rest of her family, and there was no going back.
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