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Chapter 17: Gifts
[A/N: sorry to everyone who read the previous version of this chapter but i didnt like the original, it annoyed me.. i hope you like this version better and if you dont, well at least i like it.]
Ch 17 Gifts
“That’s right Draco,” the eerie hissing voice continued, “Did you miss me?”
“What do you want from me?”
“Who says I came for you?”
“Who else could you have come for?” he rasped. He looked at Alisha involuntarily. He knew the answer to his own question.
“Who else in this room matters?”
“What do you want from her? She’s done nothing. She knows nothing.”
“Only curious I suppose. I've heard so much about her." Draco bristled. He was mocking her. "Wormtail told me she's beautiful. I can’t wait to meet her myself. We’ll be spending a lot of time together I predict.”
“She’s not even a witch. She’s ordinary, a regular Hermione Granger except without the magic.”
“Oh we both know she’s nothing of the sort.”
“What do you mean?” he probed. Draco knew Alisha was much more than Granger any day, smarter, prettier, witty, athletic,…prophetic, but Voldemort couldn’t know…
“The mark Draco. The Seer’s Mark of Neptune. I daresay it’s very rare. Did you not expect me to come looking for you once I discovered you possessed such a treasure.”
“How did you know about…?”
“You told me. Well, you really told Snape. Though you should have known better. I can read Snape like the back of my hand, no matter how good an Occlumens he is.”
“Is that how you found me here as well. Through Snape?” Draco was amazed at the extraordinarily calm way he was speaking to the Dark Lord. It was like him showing up at Alisha’s house was as normal as afternoon tea.
“No, I was lead here by someone else.”
“Who? Did you have Wormtail follow me since the day I left London?”
“No, you weren’t that important at the time. There were more important matters to attend to than your punishment for the fiasco at Hogwarts.” Draco couldn’t help his pride was hurt at the statement. Sure what he’d done was inhumane, heartless, and terrible among other things, but it sure as hell wasn’t a fiasco, he thought he did a pretty damn good job.
“Then, how did you find me?”
“A picture of you and her turned in by the Ministry of Magic here in America. They received the picture from her uncle, who apparently is a rather skilled wizard. They sent the picture to London after seeing a wanted poster of you. No one from the Ministry took notice, considering you were ‘dead’. I knew better. I sent Wormtail to New York to talk to the uncle. Then, Wormtail followed a lead here. He’s been following you for a month now.”
“Then why not come for me earlier, once you found me out?”
“Because there was no reason until your sudden revelation about the Mark. Before I didn’t see a reason to bring you back, but with this girl, her gift gives you worth. I get her gift and an extra body for my cause. All you have to do is wake her. You don’t even have to come if you don’t want. I only need the girl.” Silence descended. The winter wind whipped the screen door. Voldemort was concealed by the darkness; Draco could see he was seizing up the house.
“I’m not going anywhere and neither is she.”
“Really Draco, consider this a gift. You get to come home, leave this dump, and bring her along with you."
“Don't you mean I get to go along with her.You don't want me.You'll kill me, right in front of her as soon as possible. You'll use it as leverage over her to make her do what you want. To turn her against everything she knows. If I go I'll be bringing her right into the heart of evil.”
“Stay then, but the girl is coming with me to learn something new. Something better than what she knows, life and power. I remember you wanting that as well at one time.” He hissed temptingly.
“She’s not like that. She won’t help you. She doesn’t want power.”
“It has nothing to do with what she wants. You know that.”
Alisha stirred after Voldemort hissed his last statement. She rolled on her side slowly and blinked the sleep from her eyes.
“Draco,” she yawned. “Who are you talking you darling?”
“No one. Go back to sleep love.” She finally cleared her vision and saw the wand he was brandishing.
“Why are you carrying a stick silly?” her voice was raspy. She rose wearily and walked toward him. A gust of wind came through the door again and chilled her. “And why is the door open?” She wrapped her arms around his waist delicately and nestled her head on his chest. Then she saw the figure looming in the foyer. She squinted, unsure of what she saw.
“Who’s there? Luke is that you?”
“No, not Luke dear.” he answered.
“Them who are you?” she demanded. She was sick, frail,
tired, and frustrated, how she could still demand and intimidate was beyond Draco’s comprehension.
“Friends don’t arrive in my house uninvited.”
“Forgive me. Though I believe it was Draco who extended the invitation.” She craned her neck to gain a view of Draco. The burning behind his eyes told Alisha he did not invite this man. She made her soft brown eyes as hard and unfeeling as Draco’s.
“If you’re a friend, step out of the shadows and stop acting like a coward.”
“If you insist.” He stepped out of the dark and into the moonlight seeping through the windows on the doorframe. In the light, Alisha could see his unnatural face of scaly gray skin, red gleaming eyes, and a snakelike nose. She gasped. She recognized this monster from her dreams.
“Get out,” she whispered shakily at first, “GET OUT!” she screamed more bravely than she felt. Her dreams had never come to life like this before and she wasn’t about to let them start. The figure didn’t move. Neither did Draco. Alisha was shocked to say the least. She stomped purposefully one step away from Draco.
“I believe I told you to GET OUT!” she meant to shove the monster from her house. Draco held her back. Alisha was powerful yes, and so was Voldemort’s wand.
“Alisha, don’t” he warned grabbing her wrist tightly.
“No, Draco, let her come to her new Lord,” he hissed and Alisha’s necklace levitated off of her neck precariously. It hovered for a second and then began to pull her forward. Alisha was powerless, stuck in the spell. She turned her head frantically in disbelief of what was happening. Draco was going to cast a spell of his own when sharp pains shot through his body. He fell to a heap on the floor, reduced to shakes and vomits.
Alisha was stopped right before Voldemort. She was elevated off the floor, level to his crimson eyes.
“Are you ready to go?” he condescended. She spat in his face. Draco was making a feeble attempt to rescue her. He crawled and started to stand. Voldemort hit him with a Reductor curse before turning his eyes back on Alisha. “You’ll learn your place, just like Draco did.” There was a sinister pop and Draco was left on the floor withering in pain. The snow outside fell almost as slowly as Draco’s tears.