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Falling into Destiny
Chapter Fifty
When you looked at Draco, the first thing you noticed was that he seemed more comfortable than his mother and father in his muggle styled clothing. The fact that he was wearing muggle clothing was surprising enough, that he was comfortable in such was beyond reason. The semi-formal style suited him more than the Hogwarts’ uniform for sure. Though for ease of changing later that’s exactly what you wore - the Hogwarts uniform. Or enough of it to be decent while not sticking out too strongly in a muggle filled train station. The outer bits could be put on while you were on the train.
“Are you ready?” Lucius asked.
“Yes,” you answered, pulling your moderately sized trunk to you.
The standard Hogwarts trunk was the only piece of luggage you needed. With the undetectable extension charm on it, all of your things fit inside with little to no problem. Though you did have a small fabric purse with you that had the charm as well, you only used it for your uniform, a couple books for the ride, and some money to buy sweets. You knew better than to make the charm strong enough to put all your things in it. Someone might make a big deal out of that and get either the teachers or the Ministry involved. While you didn’t care that it was unregistered, you didn’t want to go through the trouble of being confronted over it.
“Adam will bring the luggage to the station,” Narcissa said as she held out her hand to you.
The sight was odd. Not only was she in muggle clothing but your aunt was actually reaching out for your hand. You knew that it was for side-along apparition but still, it made you feel odd. Hesitantly you stepped closer. You made sure to step towards the offered arm, the one that was furthest from Draco, to be polite. You wrapped your arm around hers securely and held onto her upper arm with your other hand.
The trip was not pleasant. Apparition was never pleasant; side-along apparition less so. You took a minute to gain your bearings with all of the new stimulus assaulting you all at once. For the last five years you’d arrived at the muggle train station in a more mundane way. You had more time to adjust to all the sounds, lights, and people. Being brought along by apparating was far more jarring.
The only saving grace was that you and Narcissa, along with Lucius and Draco, had popped into the room meant for witches and Wizards. There were a couple of fireplaces on the far wall. The emerald green of the fire spoke to how much floo powder was constantly being used over those fireplaces. Even as you tried to get your bearings, a couple of students and their families stepped out of the jade flames.
“Fuck; why can’t you be younger again?”
“I wonder if Penny can find us a private room. It’s been a long summer. Can’t wait to stick—“
You squeezed your eyes and put your hands to your head. There were certain ideas you didn’t want to see or hear from the Witches and Wizards around you. After spending so much time practically alone at the Malfoy Manor you’d let your guard drop. Being thrust back into the middle of it was jolting. You tried to take your mind off of everyone’s desires (“chocolate frogs and cauldron cakes!”) by looking around the room. Other than the fireplaces the room was rather bland. On the other wall there was a line of baggage carts. The large room between both areas was no doubt meant for apparating; not a skill every adult Witch or Wizard was comfortable apparating but those that were, were still given plenty of space for safety.
“Bet she rides like a quidditch player.”
Okay, okay focus. You could do it. In the last few seconds though, you hadn’t focused on much. Having everyone’s cravings and lewd thoughts go through your head made your stomach churn. You were so hungry. Chocolate sounded good. But so did chocolate covered—
Draco called out your name in a rather snappish tone. You looked at him and titled your head. You wondered, not so cleanly, what flavor he would bring to the chocolate. His expression seemed mildly confused as you frowned, tearing your gaze away from him.
“What are you doing?” Draco bit out.
“There’s so much—-“
“Ug, I hope the teacher is as pretty as Lockheart. That blond hair looked so soft!”
“Too much of what?” He asked.
Focus. Focus on his voice. Block out the room.
You felt a hand on your shoulder. It wasn’t from Draco though. You looked to the warm touch and trailed your eyes up slowly to the face that matched. Blaise. He and his mother must have come through the floo network when you weren’t looking. And he’d put himself in close proximity to Draco in order to get your attention.
“Zabini and Malfoy. Figures.”
You had a not so pleasant image that came with that. Not so pleasant in the fact that they were thirteen years old; that person had a sick imagination.
“It’s alright,” Blaise whispered as he slowly let his hand drop. “Focus on my voice. Focus on my thoughts.”
You tried for a moment but you couldn’t help but sweep your eyes towards your aunt. She hadn’t been that far away. Now though it seemed like she, Ms. Zabini, and Lucius had moved a couple steps away. The look on their faces were not pleased as she whispered words you couldn’t
“Overwhelmed? Silly child; Bella would have never let such a disgraceful state happen. She should have never—“
You tore your gaze away from them as you clenched your jaw. Despite all the pretense that your aunt had put up over the summer, she still hated you. It was clear to see now. She hated you for your weakness, for everything that you were and weren’t at the same time.
“What’s going on?” Draco demanded.
“She got overwhelmed. Mother told me it might happen. She spent too much time isolated at your house.”
“Quidditch. Flying. Creamed potatoes. Quidditch. Brooms. Hogsmeade this year. Flying.”
You smiled as you caught what Blaise was looking forward to this year as he talked to Draco. It was surface level things. The ones that didn’t require much depth. The type of thoughts that people try to use to keep their mind on track. There was more beneath the surface though—-the desires he tried to keep less easy to sense by focusing on what he liked about Hogwarts. He used it like a mantra. Though you knew it was just the shallow part of his mind and that under any pressure it would shatter, it was nice that he tried.
“—Kissing. Touching. Feel her under me again. It’s been ages. I’m the same age as the potion times now. Can’t wait to —“
You moved without a word to either boy. You needed time to build up your resistance around people again after so much time separated. Funny thing was that it hadn’t seemed like a very long time. Apparating into such a crowd had been a mistake. You hadn’t even considered what would happen, though in hindsight you should have. Ms. Zabini has always taken her time getting you to King’s Crossing as though she had known what to expect. She had given you time to adjust and shut people out. The Malfoy’s method of travel left a lot less time to transition after being isolated for what had remained of Summer break. Which was why you needed a less populated area to compose yourself.
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“What happened?”
You let out a deep breath as you rolled your head towards where Draco had entered the compartment. Normally you sat in the open cars to avoid being in a small space with a set number of people. It also was less of a struggle to find somewhere to sit as private cars tended to be prime real estate. However, After being overrun in the transport room, you’d opted to sit away from the majority of people. The walls of the train may have been a flimsy shield but anything helped. The trip to Hogwarts should be long enough for you to fortify your mind.
“I just got overwhelmed,” you said calmly.
Your eyes drifted back towards Draco’s two shadows. Though you could have said more to explain what happened, you stopped yourself. There was no way that you wanted to discuss your issues with Crabbe and Goyle there. Draco might have been okay airing his dirty laundry out around them but you weren’t. He took the seat in front of you. Crabbe and Goyle took the other two ends, filling up the compartment to any onlooker. You shifted in your seat so that you could press yourself closer to the outer wall. Your gaze returned to darkness as you closed your eyes, leaning your head against the cooler metal and glass of the window. The train started shortly after. You could feel the slow lurch as the engine built up enough power to start pulling the train. It caused a delayed jerk that wasn’t altogether unpleasant.
The only reason that you opened your eyes was that a very warm body put itself between you and Goyle. After a brief look it was easy to see that Blaise decided to join the group this year. Not that it was all that surprising; especially after the thoughts you’d accidentally picked up on. Plus it wasn’t like hanging out with Draco was unusual for him either - they were the ones that had play dates set up when they were both younger.
The only thing that surprised you, if that was even the right way to explain it, was that the darker boy threaded his fingers with yours. You felt him lifting your intertwined hand up before he pressed a small kiss to your knuckles. Then another. At which point he had your full attention. The thirteen year old used his open hand to curve around the side of your cheek when you turned to look at him in surprise. Without saying anything you turned your head back to where you had it before he came in. As well as not looking at the boy who was basically trying to offer himself on a silver platter, turning your gaze away had the extra effect of making him move his hand. Though you couldn’t seem to dislodge the one currently warming your other hand.
Draco scuffed mockingly. You heard the rattle of coins before you heard his voice.
“Go get us all some things from the trolley.”
The order must have been to both Crabbe and Goyle seeing as they both got up at left. You could hear some delight in their shuffle that you took to mean that at least one of them was looking forward to having some Candy. The moment the door to the compartment closed, Draco nudged your foot with his own.
“Now are you going to be honest?”
“I haven’t lied,” you responded, looking at him from half lidded eyes.
“Not the same thing as being honest.”
“Yes it is.”
“No it isn’t.”
“Yes,” you insisted.
“No.”
“Yes.”
“If you were so overwhelmed then why are your eyes still glowing?” Draco challenged.
Your stomach sank a little at that. Had they been? You looked between both Draco and Blaise to see a firm confirmation on both of their faces. You let out a bit of a ragged breath. Great. No wonder your aunt was looking at you like you were a monster again. After just being in contact with her for a handful of seconds, you’d reminded her that you weren’t completely normal. That you weren’t completely natural.
“You’re depleted,” he said diplomatically.
You didn’t bother to deny his words. “I’ll be fine after the feast.”
“Why wait?”
“I thought I explained already that I have a boyfriend, Zabini,” you said quietly, dispassionately.
And then your heart picked up when you felt Blaise bring your hand back up to his lips. Your jaw clenched. Hadn’t you just told him you had a boyfriend?
“Zabini...Blaise...really,” you stressed as you disentangled your fingers so you could pull your hand away. It took more willpower to do that than you wanted to admit to. “I have a boyfriend.”
“Didn’t stop you over Summer,” was his cheeky remark.
“There is a difference between enjoying your company and...enjoying your company.”
“One doesn’t give you what you need,” he pointed out.
He wasn’t wrong. You’d give him that much. Blaise and his mother seemed to know what you needed before you did most of the time. It was helpful under most circumstances. Right now his habit of knowing the truth was annoying.
“It does with me.”
You looked at the rather smug looking Draco. He also wasn’t wrong. You were just doing your best to be a good girl and keep to yourself after the morning’s fiasco. If Aunt Narcissa had seen the hunger radiating from your eyes when you’d gotten overwhelmed by everyone’s thoughts and desires, it was a wonder she even let Draco on the same train as you. You didn’t want to betray the little bit of trust she had in you.
“If that’s the case, Malfoy, you’ve reinforced her father’s decision,” Blaise remarked with a disapproving tone.
Oh from the sound that left Draco’s mouth, you knew he hadn’t liked that. Draco hastily stood up in the compartment looking like he was about to pull his wand out.
The boy beside you baited Draco even further. “You and your mother have obviously been neglecting the only reason her welfare was entrusted to your family at the beginning.”
“Watch what you say, Zabini. Or my father will hear about this.”
“Tell him everything. Including how you’ve failed, yet again, to provide for her basic needs.”
You flushed a little at that. Mostly in shame; you shouldn’t need someone to help you stay healthy. Not like that. Normal witches didn't. The fact you couldn’t be independent without growing weak was a flaw. A flaw that made you less than human. It also made you dangerous to everyone around you.
“Stop,” your whisper was barely audible in the cabin as you looked outside.
The clouds outside were getting darker the farther North you travelled, causing you to frown. Dark clouds usually meant cold and rain - something that was quiet common in the United Kingdoms which was why you often spent your holidays in warmer climates. Sadly, Hogwarts wasn't in a very warm climate.
To avoid the boys making the situation worse by saying something you didn’t want anyone to hear, you stood up. You felt numb so standing up was a difficult task. You were practically nose to nose with the blond thirteen year old when you stood up. It might have been awkward for some people to be so close but you didn’t have that same sense of modesty; it wasn’t instinctual like it seemed to be in others.
Draco backed off a second after you stood up. When he sat down though, you felt him grabbing at your skirt to pull you towards his bench instead. Considering how off balance you were, and the fact that you didn’t want your skirt ripped, you went with the path of least resistance. Draco was kind enough to give you enough time to turn around and sit on the bench seat instead of either falling to your knees in front of him or falling on to him at least. As you got comfortable, Crabbe and Goyle came back with hands full of food and treats. You nibbled on the pumpkin pasties that Draco passed you from the boy's haul as everyone settled into place while pulling out a book to read that both boys turned their noses up at.
While Lockheart might have been an abysmal teacher he was actually a pretty good writer. His stories were actually very entertaining; you enjoy the humor and jabs he made at other people's expense. Perhaps a little more than you would have prior to meeting him. How had such a foolish teacher accomplished everything he was reported to have done? Despite all the contradictions between the deeds and the person attached to them, you enjoyed the stories nonetheless. As the clouds darkened and rain started to drizzle from the sky you even found yourself using Draco like a warming backrest while you kicked your legs up onto the bench.
By midafternoon, your stomach had decided to remind you that you were hungry again. You placed a hand to your abdomen in an attempt to get it to quiet down. In such close confines, it was hard to disguise. On top of the hunger you were starting to feel cold. The train was normally warm and inviting, especially the cabins. But there was a coldness setting in as it trudged along. Something more than what the gloomy sky outside should have produced. It was the type of cold that felt like it was trying to settle into your bones. You knew this cold; you remembered this cold somehow. Like it had been imprinted on your soul. Warning bells of danger and fear went off in your head despite having no context for them. Bells that were telling you to be quiet, to make yourself small. Bells with a feminine sound to them. Neither Draco nor Blaise seemed to hear the same warning bells. Nor did they feel the predatory cold. You frowned even as you got to a part of a book that seemed like it was going to be quite amusing. Draco jostled you about for a moment as he stood up.
"Where are you going?" You asked curiously, trying not to be selfish and pull him back down.
He was warm and having your back against his or side was more comfortable than it should have been. You and he both knew why though, he was siphoning you extra energy by being so close, so you didn't want to bring the urge to pull him back down to attention. You'd probably never live that down.
"Seeing as they ate everything already, I'm going to find the tolly witch and bring something back because I don't want to hear your stomach growl the rest of the way to Hogwarts," Draco said blandly.
You rolled your eyes as he pulled Crabbe and Goyle up to go with him. Pulled being relative; he pretty much just barked an order and they obeyed. Meanwhile you were left with Blaise in the cabin. You felt goosebumps rise to your skin as the fearful cold crept in. Something inside of you told you that you needed to move away. It wasn't because of Blaise though, that much you were sure of. What you didn't know was why you had the sudden urge to run. There was something in the air the closer you got to Hogwarts that was setting off warning bells in your head. They sounded like faint screams or echoes in the distance. Enemy. Run.
“Something’s wrong,” you expressed to Blaise as you tried to understand what you were feeling. “It’s so cold.”
“You’re out of energy,” Blaise said plainly.
“This is different,” you tried to explain. “It feels like something is hunting us, hunting me.”
Blaise was quiet as you lowered your book. You placed it inside of your fabric purse as you continued to frown. The sensation felt unnatural and at the same time so familiar. It was making you feel dizzy. There was an ache and longing inside of your body along with an instinct telling you to run. Why though? Why were you feeling like this?
"The Hogwarts train is one of the safest places we can be," Blaise assured you as he shifted from his seat to where Draco had been moments ago.
You hoped he was right. You fiddled with your hands as you sat there, trying to come to terms with what you were feeling. Blaise offered little in the way of words after that but his silence was somehow comforting. At the same time all you wanted to do was probe inside of his head to see if he was lying to you. That was something you refrained from doing. You leaned forward, resting your hands on your knees as you stared intently at the floor. Within minutes, Draco came back with a couple small cold pies wrapped in some generic packaging and cold pumpkin juice. You accepted the two pies and juice he handed to you while he took a seat.
"Is there anything happening out there?" Blaise asked.
"No," Draco said simply as the other boys plopped down on the open padded bench. "Why?"
"It feels like there's something wrong," you spoke up. "Like there's something dangerous coming. ...something cold."
“You must be imagining it,” Draco said so casually that you wanted to believe him.
Regardless, Draco laid one of his arms over your shoulder and pulled you in closer. You tensed up as you half expected for Narcissa Malfoy to come through the door and reveal that she was the person hunting you. You could practically feel yourself shrivelling under the oppressive aura. As you tried to make yourself smaller on the seat while eating what Draco brought back for you, Blaise turned in his seat. You tried to ignore the scathing looks the boys passed back and forth. What you couldn’t ignore was the fact that Blaise had stood up. He pulled his cloak out from the stack of clothes he'd placed in the rack above where he had been sitting. He held it out to you like a blanket which you took with a mumbled "Thanks". When he sat back down and tried to guide you into relaxing against his side, you felt Draco tighten his grip over your shoulders in response. Absent-mindedly you started to finger the bracelet on your wrist.
"Relax Malfoy," Blaise said as he rolled his eyes. "I was just going to help keep her warm."
Draco scuffed once more, quietly. "She doesn't need you to keep her comfortable."
Actually right now you probably did. There was something in you that just wanted to run. Something that wanted you to rip yourself away from both boys. There was something evil on the way. As the train started to slow down you felt yourself actually starting to panic. Draco looked at you as your breathing sped up and you started to quiver.
"You're really that cold?"
"She's low on energy," Blaise said calmly.
You fearfully raised your gaze up to where Crabbe and Goyle were sitting. You wanted to remind Blaise to keep his mouth shut but the words wouldn't form. You also wanted to tell Draco that wasn't it, not completely, but you couldn't get those out either. You were thankful for his arm around you when the train finally jerked to a stop. Without it, and with how dizzy you already felt, you might have ended up in an undignified position. More undignified than the huddled mass you were with Blaise's cloak being used as a blanket.
The dark skin boy looked out the foggy window and frowned. He tried to see out of it but the whole area was dark. There was no way that the train had arrived at the station yet. It was far too early for that. Yet the Hogwart's express was stalled...as far as you knew, that hadn't happened in at least a generation if it had ever happened.
"Crabbe, Goyle, go find out what's happening," Draco insisted.
The boys grunted and stood up. They moved out of the compartment. If you had to guess they wouldn't have been the only ones trying to see what was going on. The lights turned out. Dark...gold...wet...fear. You gripped onto your knees at the familiar feeling you couldn't place. It made you feel like a small child huddling into their parent's body after a nightmare in the dead of night. Small and helpless.
"Someone's getting on board," Blaise said quietly as he continued to peer into the abnormal darkness.
Your wrist started to feel a lot warmer as you continued to brush your fingers along the ever changing strands of hair. Draco finally noticed you playing with the bracelet and pulled your hand away from it with a pointed look. One that you didn't quite understand. Seeing the lack of comprehension on your face, Draco decided to put into words the reason he stopped you from fiddling with your bracelet.
"Stop that. You really want your father to decide Hogwarts isn't where you should be?" Draco asked in a scathing whisper.
Your breath caught in your throat for a moment. He was right. The last time you were this afraid, you'd used the bracelet you'd made out of his hairs to help summon him. What if he decided that you being so afraid and hungry meant that Hogwarts wasn't suited for you? Would he try to force you to relocate? Would you go along with it? The uncertainty didn't help the pit of fear or the chill racing down your spine. Even though Draco just stopped you from playing with the bracelet you put your hand over your wrist to hold it closer to your skin before cradling your arms together.
"What is that?" Blaise asked as he looked with wide eyes towards the compartment's inner windows.
The figure was frightening in both appearance and how it felt. The cloak it had on looked tattered and old as though it was ready to fall apart at any moment. Yet somehow the hood stayed up. Bony, gray, dead hands reached out towards the door as you felt something hot surge through your body. Hot. Painful. Angry.
The compartment door slid open as the white anger replaced the cold fear so quickly that you actually couldn't think straight. The cloak figure stood before the compartment as you twisted around in your seat, knee against Draco's hip. You hissed out at the thing loudly, eyes flashing an intense cyan. The creature recoiled from the compartment as you leaned over Draco, ready to pounce forward. Draco quickly closed the door before you had a chance to strike out, to chase after it, as it glided away. The blond Wizard even had to grab your wrist to stop you from doing just that. You pulled him to his feet without even trying. It wasn't until both Blaise and Draco pulled you back into the compartment and held you down together that you started to calm down. A hiss slipped past your teeth as they intermingled with growls. As the cloaked creature got farther away, you calmed down. Though calm was relative seeing as you were still shaking. You just weren't trying to tear it's head off.
"What was that?" Draco demanded as he continued to hold you to the seat.
You blinked at him and took in gulps of air greedily. The heat receded slowly, vanishing as though it had never been there. In its wake was the same mind numbing cold from earlier. You didn't know which one was worse.
"...I...don't ... know," you answered slowly. "...did I just...try to attack...that thing?"
Both boys nodded as you tried to gain your bearings through the cold, fear, and confusion. Blaise ended up taking the seat across from you once more as he stared at you. Meanwhile, Draco took the window seat beside you. He didn't let go of your wrists for a couple of different reasons. None of which he told you about and though none of them would have been hard to guess at if you'd been thinking straight.
"Why?" you asked.
"We should be asking you that," Blaise stated. "What was that thing anyways?"
"Guard," you said as you tried to understand how you knew that. "...some type of guard."
"A guard of what?" Draco asked in a slightly shaky voice.
It was Blaise that put it together. "Azkaban. They have to be the guards from Azkaban."
"A Dementor? That thing was a Dementor?"
The other thirteen year old shrugged as he leaned back, propping his feet up on your legs. "It makes sense they'd be out looking for Sirius Black. Can't imagine what he'd be doing trying to get to Hogwarts though."
You stayed quiet during the whole conversation. And you stayed especially quiet when Crabbe and Goyle got back into the compartment. Both of whom looked like they'd seen a nightmare personified considering how sheet white they were. Though with your own blood racing through your ears you couldn't hear them when they came in nor when they sat down. You could barely hear Draco's voice, much less understand what he was asking.
“—fainted,” was a word that you caught.
“Who?” Blaise asked curiously though you couldn't hear him; even trying to read his lips became a challenge as your vision danced in and out.
“Harry Potter.”
“Harry Potter fainted?” Blaise asked skeptically.
You tried to get a word out of your mouth but it sounded more like a low, painfilled moan as you started to fall forward. The fact that Blaise had his feet on you was the only reason you hadn't fallen out of your seat. Instead you fell to the side as you completely passed out. All the boys shut up at that.
Draco was the first one to react. He reached for your bracelet and pulled it off; something that Blaise found completely odd and inappropriate but he'd save that for later. Once it was securely put away in your purse, Draco checked your breathing and heartbeat.
"She's asleep," he said quietly, brows drawn together.
"Just like Potter," Crabbe said, making a connection that might not have been too far off the mark.
Draco turned to glare at him. "Shut up. She's been tired all day."
Draco swayed with the train as it started back up. His hand wavered over your face as he tried to figure out what to do. Every time you passed out it had been his fault, something that you'd reminded of him in a fit of rage not that long ago. Was this one his fault too? How and why? The young Malfoy tried to jostle you awake but got nothing for his efforts. With his back to the other boys he let a familiar type of fear cloud his face. What happened?
"Goyle, close the blinds," Draco snapped, trying his best to hide his emotions behind a wall of cold anger.
As one of his lackeys did what he said, Draco pulled you up so that you were sitting upright. Your entire body was limp so that was easier said than done. He could have asked someone in the cabin for help. After all both Crabbe and Goyle were the muscle of the group while he was the brains. But there was nothing inside of him that wanted to let any of the other guys in the compartment touch you. Last time he let someone else help you when you passed out like this, you ended up dating the idiot years later. The thought of your so-called boyfriend really fouled his mood as he moved to sit behind you and pulled you into his lap.
"Taking advantage of a sleeping woman, Malfoy?" Blaise asked in a condescending tone.
"Shut up, Zabini," Draco got out through clenched teeth as he cradled you to his chest. He came up with an excuse as quickly as he could, "The seats are uncomfortable and I don't want to hear her whining about a headache when we get back to the commons."
"Right," Blaise said as he rolled his eyes.
He didn't push the subject further. Both boys knew that you didn't want information about who and what you were getting out. So it wasn't like they could talk freely in front of Crabbe and Goyle. That was why Draco had commanded the blinds be closed - he didn't want anyone poking their nose into your (and by extension his) business. As much as Blaise didn't like it he also knew that you could get more from Draco in the state you were currently in than you would from him. With Draco the absorption was passive, a constant slow feed, whereas you needed to be far more active to take energy from Blaise himself. If it wasn't for the other two boys in the cabin that wouldn't have been a problem either. Blaise knew you wouldn't hold it against him if he took some basic liberties in the name of your health...as long as it wasn't in front of witnesses. Draco must have known that too. He hadn't sent the others away for a reason.
Which was why the smug look replaced Draco's scowl as everything settled in peacefully, especially as your breathing returned to normal yet you continued to sleep on. Blaise, however, was left to stew in his own thoughts. His mother would be disappointed in the turn of events.
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