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Draco Sinister

Part Two of the Draco Trilogy

By Cassandra Claire

Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created

and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not

limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books,

and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or

trademark infringement is intended. This work contains quotes from

various books, films, TV shows and movies, including but not

limited to Buffy the Vampire Slayer, obscure British comedies, and

Milton. The quotes are footnoted at the end of each chapter but if

you note anything I've missed, drop me a line and I'll add it.

Author's Notes: This fanfiction is an AU: Alternate Universe. It was

written in the year following Goblet of Fire and does not incorporate

material from OOTP, HBP or JK Rowling's fansite, all of which post-

date it. It posits a universe in which Sirius is still alive, and so is

Dumbledore; Fudge remains Minister of Magic, Luna Lovegood does

not exist, Blaise Zabini is a girl, Ginny's full name is Virginia, and so

on.

Draco Sinister Chapter One: Bad Dreams

And again, the same dream: death and blood and terror. He lay in

the mud on a battlefield, and all around him were scenes out of

nightmare: goblins with sharp swords ran past him, carrying the

decapitated heads of wizards in their fists; screaming giants tore

men limb from limb with the force of their arms, and scattered the

severed parts over the field like ghastly confetti. Everywhere were

the screams of the dying and the dead. And blood, so much blood,

he was covered in it.

A black horse reared up over him, pawing the sky with its hooves. It

was riderless, but carried a banner: a silver dragon on a background

of black. He covered his face with his arms as the sharp hooves came

down---

Draco bolted awake, covered in cold sweat and feeling nauseated. He

rolled over in bed and buried his face in his arms. It wasn't the first

such nightmare he'd had; they'd been getting more and more

frequent since he'd left Hogwarts for Magid school. He sat up in bed,

letting the cold moonlight touch his face. If only there was someone

he could talk to, could tell...

Harry? No. Not Harry. His mother? She was about to go off on

holiday with Sirius, this would just worry her. Sirius? He toyed with

the idea for a moment. Sirius was usually full of good advice and

was hard to upset. But he might tell Narcissa.

And then there was Hermione.

Draco sat up and reached for his wand, which was on his bedside

table. "Lumos," he whispered, and a small light blossomed from the

end of it. He could of course have gotten light without the wand, but

untrained Magids weren't supposed to perform "wandless" spells, or

so he had been told.

He picked up a piece of paper and a pen and balanced the paper on

his knees, thinking. He wrote her name, Hermione, and then

stopped. What if she told Harry? No. She wouldn't do that. But what

could he tell her? Hermione, I'm having nightmares, the same dream

every night, I don't know why. She'd think he was going mad, and

perhaps he was. As his father had told him, there was madness in

his family. And considering that his father was now a patient in St.

Mungo's Treatment Center for the Criminally Insane, he hadn't been

far off.

Draco sat there for a long time, staring at the blank piece of paper,

unable to think of any words. Finally, he crumpled the paper up

into a ball and tossed it out the window. Then he lay awake, staring

at the ceiling until dawn.

*****

Dear Hermione,

Thanks for writing me so soon -- it was great having a letter waiting

for me when I arrived, and tell Mrs. Weasley that I appreciate the

sweater she sent, even though it's boiling hot here, and the fudge as

well, even though Draco ate it without asking. Did I mention that he

and I are roommates? We're the only boys from England here for the

program, so they stuck us together. I told them I'd rather be in with

the guy from Transylvania who doesn't speak any English and won't

go out in the sunlight, but it was no go.

This school is a lot like Hogwarts, in some ways: it's in a castle,

actually a fortress that used to belong to Godric Gryffindor. I guess

Godric had a lot of enemies and didn't mind who knew it, there are

cannon emplacements everywhere, as well as a moat and some huge

cauldrons that he probably been used to pour boiling oil down on

enemy forces.

So far we've only had one class and nobody's said anything about

teaching us how to use our powers, it's just all about control,

controlling your emotions so you don't wind up lashing out with

your powers and destroying a whole city block...or making it snow

blue...but anyway, Draco already knows how to control his

emotions, so I don't know what he thinks he'll be accomplishing

here. I suppose he just didn't want to hang around the Manor by

himself all summer, it's full of Aurors at the moment anyway. Sirius

and Narcissa said he could go on holiday with them in Greece, but I

don't think he wanted to do that either. Can't blame him, really, I

wouldn't watch to watch them snogging all over the Greek Islands

myself. I guess I'll just have to accept the fact that a Draco-free life is

probably impossible, especially since we're going to be related soon

and we'll have to see each other at weddings and funerals for the

rest of our lives. Speaking of which, Narcissa and Sirius set the date

for August 15th, so start planning to be there-it'll be the first time

I'll have seen you in nearly two months. I can't wait; I miss you all

the time.

Guess who else is here, teaching? Professor Lupin! I guess it's not

that weird, considering that Dumbledore runs this school and he's

one of the few Headmasters out there who would give Lupin a job.

It's great having him here, though; I'm actually looking forward to

classes starting now. The only other person here who you would

know is Fleur Delacoeur. Apparently she started manifesting her

powers kind of late - she was already eighteen, and she's nineteen

now, so this is her first year here. I guess Magid stuff is a lot more

common among people with veela ancestry, which explains Draco as

well.

I hope you're having fun staying at the Burrow while your parents

are on holiday. Give my best regards to the Weasleys, and ask Ron if

that new broom I got him is working well, it's meant to be a good

one. Is Ginny back from France yet? Tell her I said hi.

Write me back, soon.

All my love,

Harry

Hermione smiled to herself, folded up Harry's letter, and put it in

her pocket to read again later.

Ginny looked at her curiously across the table. "So? Any interesting

news?" Pigwidgeon, who had been hooting madly all over the room

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