Date: Mon, 27 Sep 2010 19:19:17 -0300
From: TJ <fooplaya@gmail.com>
Subject: Harry Potter and the Tri-Fold Prophecy Chapter 2

Hey, this is my first ever story, and so forgive me if there are any
problems with it. All the usual disclaimers apply: If you are underage,
please leave as it's the law. If you DO choose to stay, then please be
advised that it is against the law to be reading this. This story will
contain slash (that's m/m) with underage (in our world at least) guys, and
if this offends you, then do not blame me if you continue
reading. J. K. R. owns Harry and all of the other Harry Potter characters,
all other characters belong to me. No copyright infringement is intended by
this, nor am I profiting in anyway. This story is set Post- Order of the
Phoenix, and so it ***WILL CONTAIN SPOLIERS*** If you like it, hate it, or
even just want to give me an idea or whatever else, email me at
fooplaya@gmail.com. I will respond to all emails, even if it is just to
thank you for writing, however, flames will be ignored. Now without further
ado, let's continue:

Draco Malfoy was torn. His mother was no longer the cold and distant person
she had been the past few years, but instead she was warm and
compassionate, like she had been when he was a child before the return of
the Dark Lord. He was thrilled to have his mother back, but he was
distressed because he felt he should be miserable due to his father's stay
in Azkaban. The child in Draco wanted his father back, however he also knew
that he was not the same man that Draco knew as a child: Lucius Malfoy has
become seemingly obsessed with the Dark Lord Voldemort, and that obsession
was what had landed him in prison. The Slytherin in Draco knew that an
obsession to such a degree that you would fail to see reason was completely
illogical, and he was starting to believe his father was not the person he
appeared to the world.  As these thought swirled through his head Pinky,
his mother's house elf, popped in.  "Will Master Draco be joining Mistress
for supper?"  Draco gave one look at the house elf cowering before him,
debating whether or not he should scold the elf for entering his room
without permission. Deciding that he did not want to end up like his
father, he decided not to scold the pitiful creature before him, merely
stating, "Yes, Pinky, I will be down shortly."  "Yes Master, Pinky will be
informing Mistress."  Standing up from his desk, he looked at the old
grandfather clock against one of his walls. He saw that it was well past
the normal time for supper, and wondered why he had not been requested
earlier. Leaving his room, he began his walk down to the main dining room
of Malfoy Manor, three floors down from his room.  As he was walking down
the grand staircase in the entryway of the manor, he heard voices coming
from the dining room off to his left. Concerned that he was not made aware
of guests, and by the raised nature of these voices, he hurried to the door
to see who was disturbing his mother. He was shocked to find his aunt,
Bellatrix Lestrange, standing on one side of the table, shouting animatedly
with his mother, on the other side of the table.  "Bella, he is just a boy,
he is too young to be joining your ranks. Please, don't take him" She
pleaded with her sister.  Bellatrix sneered, responding with "The Dark Lord
is highly displeased by Lucius' failure. He wishes to meet with your son to
see if he is worthy to reclaim the Malfoy honour, and if he will be cunning
enough to develop a plan that will finally be able to take down Harry
Potter, and that old fool Dumbledore."  "You mean he wants to make an
example out of my boy, he wants the rest of the Death Eaters to see what
happens to families that fail him." she replied, on the verge of
tears. "Please Bella, don't take my son from me."  "Narcissa!" Bellatrix
responded sharply, "How dare you question the Dark Lord! You dishonour the
name of Black with your begging! We do not beg! We take what we want, and
we cast aside those that stand in our way! I will not be returning to the
Dark Lord alone, your son will be returning with me, and there is no more
room for discussion. Unless you would prefer me to call the Dark Lord
here?"  "No." Narcissa choked out. "Please, watch over him for me Bella, he
is my only son."  "Cissy, there is nothing I can do. You are quite correct,
the Dark Lord is highly displeased." Bellatrix did not appear to be one bit
remorseful in her comments.  Quietly walking back up the grand staircase,
Draco called to his mother.  "Do we have guests joining us for supper this
evening, Mother?"  "Yes Draco, your Aunt Bella stopped by to talk. She
would like to speak to you after supper as well." His mother replied, her
cool, collected mask back in place. The hitch in her voice from the
conversation with Bellatrix being replaced with her calm, aristocratic
voice.  Draco entered the Dining room, and quickly made his way over to the
seat beside his mother. Immediately Pinky and several trays of food
appeared in the room. Pinky floated the trays over to the centre of the
room, then quickly left, not making eye contact with anyone.  Draco and his
mother shared a look, then began taking food off the trays to place on
their plates. The three remained silent throughout the entire
meal. Narcissa stood up, gave a pleading look to Bellatrix, then left the
room.  "You wished to speak with me, Aunt Bellatrix?" Draco asked
innocently.  "Yes, your Father's recent failure has caused the Dark Lord to
begin looking for followers from unexpected sources, so that his enemies
will be less likely to guess his actions. He wishes to meet with you, to
discuss the possibility of having you fill your father's position." replied
Bellatrix.  "Very well, when would you like me to go?" asked Draco, acting
as though excited by the news.  Smiling, Bellatrix took out a small
hairbrush, and said "Immediately." She grabbed ahold of Draco's arm, then
activated the port key before he could even blink.  Having finished packing
his trunk of all his belongings, Harry was restlessly awaiting the arrival
of Mr. and Mrs. Weasley to arrive and take him to The Burrow for the rest
of the summer.  "BOY!!!" Thundered Vernon Dursley from the living room
below. "Get down here!"  Harry got up and slowly made his way down the
stairs. Reaching the bottom he was not expecting the sight of his 'Aunt'
Marge sitting in the room with Vernon and Petunia. Dudley was nowhere in
sight, but that was hardly surprising. He seemed to spend every moment
possible away from the house, and Harry could hardly blame him.  "Boy, we
have decided that you will not be returning to your school for freaks, but
instead you will accompany Marge to Military School." Vernon said, as soon
as Harry entered the room. "We feel that they will finally be able to whip
out your 'abnormalities'."  Disgusted by their presumptions, Harry replied
"I will be doing no such thing. Mr. And Mrs. Weasley will be by later to
pick me up, and I will be going with them to spend the rest of the summer."
"You watch your tone, boy!" Roared Vernon. "We have clothed and fed you for
almost 16 years, and you WILL DO AS WE SAY!" As he yelled, he rapidly made
his way over to Harry, grabbing him by the shoulder and dragging him
farther into the living room. "We know you can't do anything to stop us, we
know they'll kick you out anyways if you do!"  Frowning, Harry realised
they were right, but he also realised he would rather be kicked out of
school than spend anymore time with the Dursleys. Voice full of barely
controlled anger, he replied "That may be, but the Weasleys wouldn't kick
me out either way, and so I choose to go live with them. If I have to use
my 'freakish abilities' to get out of here, then I no longer care." Turning
on his heels, Harry promptly marched out, leaving a stunned silence behind.
Harry quickly made his way up to his room, sparing a second to glance at
the clock: half an hour and the Weasleys would be there to pick him up. As
he was just checking the lock on his trunk, he heard the unmistakeable
sound of Vernon Dursley's tremendous bulk coming up the stairs towards him.
Uncle Vernon stomped up the stairs, and the entire house trembled under his
immense girth. He exploded into Harry's room, purple with rage.

"BOY!" He raged. "We have fed you and clothed you out of the goodness of
our hearts. How dare you talk to us like that in our house! You will be
going with Marge, and that's final! I don't want to hear any more about
your abnormality or your freak school!"

The temperature in the room was dropping quickly, and there was an odd blue
glow seemingly emanating from the walls. Harry's voice was icy as he
responded, "Is that so?" Harry never turned from the wall as he spoke.

"Yes it is bloody well so, and you will look at me when I am speaking to
you!" Uncle Vernon reached out to spin Harry around, but he never made
it. Harry spun around, glaring at his uncle. His words still held the same
quiet, icy tone as before, however there was now fire in his words too.

"I am through listening to you, Vernon Dursley! You have never done
anything for anyone out of the "kindness" of a heart you don't even have!
You took me in because you had no choice in the matter!" Though his words
were quiet, they rang through the air as if shouted. "No longer will I
listen to you. No longer will I be abused by your family. No more will I be
your servant. No longer will I protect your family from dark forces out of
some need to protect those around me. You no longer have to worry about
hiding my 'abnormality'. I have decided that I would be far better living
on my own than with you." His words held a finality that dared Uncle Vernon
to challenge him.

Uncle Vernon, oblivious to the baiting, was enraged by the news. "And just
where do you think you'd go? I could have you back here in a minute by
placing a single call to the authorities. We will have you off with Marge,
even if we have to have you arrested to do it!" Uncle Vernon was looking
smug now, sure that he had won the argument. "And don't think we would just
let you leave either, we know you can't use any of your freak powers when
you aren't at that school! We can stop one boy from leaving this house
easily!"

"If I have to use magic to escape this prison, I will. Don't force me into
that decision, as I assure you the results would not be pleasant for you."
Harry's voice held none of the icy calmness now; It rang with fiery power,
and with each word, the blue glow in the room grew more intense.

Still oblivious to the power surrounding him, Vernon Dursley reached out to
grab Harry. "BOY! YOU WILL DO AS WE SAY!"

"I will not. I will no longer bow to the will of an abusive muggle!" With
the last word his eyes erupted into blue fire, sparkling and flashing.


Arthur Weasley was running very early, as his wife Molly had urged him out
the door saying he should surprise Harry and get to know the Dursleys. Ron,
Fred and George had come along, because they figured the sooner they led
Harry out of the Dursleys the better off everyone would be.

George was the first to hear the shouting going on in the house.

"Merlin's Pants, what could they be on about?"

"George!" admonished Mr. Weasley, "Don't let your mother hear you saying
that," he added with a slight grin.

"Sorry Dad, but you gotta admit that sounds pretty bad" replied
George. Just as he finished his sentence, a bright blue beam cut the air
from the top left window in the house.

"That's Harry's room!" exclaimed Ron.

An explosion shook the air, as all the glass in the block shattered
spectacularly. The ground around the house was trembling, and the house
itself looked like it may fall apart at any second. Ron took off for the
house at full speed, and yanked the door open with the twins and their
father in quick pursuit. They dashed up the stairs just in time to see
Vernon Dursley get thrown through the wall next to Harry's room. They ran
up to the room to see Harry floating in the middle of the room, a blue halo
of energy spinning around him. His eyes were still ablaze with power, but
his eyes lightened in recognition when they landed on the Weasleys.

"H-h-harry?" stammered Ron. "W-wh-what's going on?"

At that, Harry collapsed, the power in the room vanishing, his eyes
returning to their normal green before closing. Fred rushed forward just in
time to catch him before his head hit the floor.

"What was that?" Fred asked in awe. "Was Harry possibly controlling that
much raw power?"

"I don't know." Arthur was troubled. "We should take Harry back to the
Burrow, and contact the Headmaster from there. It feels like the wards
protecting this location have fallen, so we should apparate from here."

"Is Harry going to be alright?" asked Ron.

"I don't know, I have never seen that much raw power at one time, and if
Harry was indeed controlling it... it is best not to dwell on it. Harry is
strong, if anyone can pull through this he can." Arthur still sounded
uncertain, however he simply said "Side along apparition on three: Fred,
George, you take Ron. I'll take Harry. One... Two... Three!"


End Chapter 2

Well, I think that's a good place to stop for this chapter, the next one
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