Spirit of the Dragon

She couldn't breathe; Merlin must not intervene! She summoned up a robe and stood poise waiting for someone to come.

After moments of waiting she relaxed and looked back at the sight of the shocked Draco. She smirked happily, "You're Merlin is no use to you. He will only serve The Pendragon. You are not Arthur."

The door suddenly exploded, "Child, Dumbledore invites you and your guest to the rebirth of the first Dragon."

Demise picked herself off the floor and turned to see a small ugly looking house elf. "Dobby..." Draco muttered. She watched as the elf walked in closer to his master and with a wave of a finger released him from his powerful binds and summoned up clothes for him, "Come on Child."

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Ron couldn't help it his feet were drag and he suddenly fell to the floor asleep. His dreams yet again plagued him,

RON! Ginny's voice shouted. He looked around, Ginny Where are you?

The fog cleared and now Ginny and another quite beautiful woman were fully dressed chained to the wall by glowing black shackles. Is he your brother? The woman said.

Ginny nodded, Ron we have to tell you some things and we have to do it quick. Draco has a guest. She holds three souls.

The woman spoke, yes; the woman goes by the name Demise. She holds your sister's soul, mine, and reminisce of the late Tom Riddle.

Ron was confused, How. Voldemort is dead!

Ginny sighed no longer scared of the name, Ron, in my first year remember the diary? He feed a little bit of his soul into me! Me, I was the one who carried the last of Voldemort even after his true soul and body were gone. Ron, Voldemort is alive in me. Three souls one body. Do you understand? FIGHT HIM! Fight him for me.

The woman gasped, Boy, GO! He knows you are here awake up before you cannot. Leave now! Ron took one last dream glimpse of his sister and the long blonde haired woman and awoke.

Ron quickly stood up and saw Hermione. She was holding her wand towards Harry muttering dark words that sounded much like the Dark Arts.

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Colin softly stepped towards the garden arch felting a sense of dark foreboding. He stepped back lightly and decided, Why not climb the hedges? It's more fun that way. He jumped gracefully up the vines and found himself over the other side quickly. Again the sense of foreboding tingled and he started towards the front door.

He scratched his paw lightly on the door; of course no one came. He inwardly groaned, Damn. I have to transform. He felt his body switch and he was standing on two feet. His skin prickled with cold and his nose twitched at the lowered senses, granted that they had improved. He twisted the knob to the door, locked. He grumbled turning back to a cat and climbing a bush. He quickly jumped on an open window ledge and was inside a large library.

He gasped realizing Dumbledore was bent over a cauldron casting a spell and finishing of a rather black looking potion.

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Demise watched the elf with curiosity, Something about that damned creature isn't right. She followed the slouching Draco and bouncing ugly elf. She looked at Draco deeply and something burned within her body, Hands off of him Voldie. Demise gasped. "What?"

Draco and the elf looked at her, "Something wrong Miss?" She looked deeply into the elf's blue eyes and something was familiar about them. Looking past the elf's shoulder she saw his twin standing behind him, "Master. Dumbledore requests your presence."

Demise glared, "Merlin, Reveal yourself, you are one of these ridiculous elves."

With a wave a mist appeared and the two elves were covered in it, "Tom. Pick one of us. If you pick the right elf, my allegiance will be to you, If not well you won't like it."

Demise was baffled. She reached out into the fog and suddenly heard a squeak, "No! Leave Dobby is. Dobby just want to be a good elf to Master Draco. Leave Dobby alone!"

Demise turned around and gasped, there before her stood someone who looked much like Dumbledore but with no spectacles, or a hat, or blue eyes, just cold gray. She squeaked as he began to weave a spell, "To you who are be no more. Demise is Death and Death is Demise but you are neither. Free each soul and let them war over the body to see who wins." Demise froze in place, gave a blood-curling scream, and passed out.

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Pansy groaned opening her eyes, Not again. I can't be here this is a dream. Snape looked down at her, "How dare you come back here, worse yet, as a werewolf. How could you, you terrified all the students and several of the teachers. I put you down with an acid potion. Your right leg will still not quite work. You must excursive it and when you are fully heal you will leave." She gulped; I take at the most three days to heal so I have one and half days to make him love me again.

She smiled meekly up at Snape, "Severus," He frowned, "Snape," He eased up just a little, "Professor Snape."

He nodded speaking, "That is how you will address me."

She sighed laying back in his bed, "Professor Snape did you ever love me?"

He was silent for only a moment, "Ms. Parkinson you are under my care, you were my student, and that is what you will always be. I will never you treat you more or less."

She didn't hold it back. She wanted him to see how evil he was, how had hateful he was, how he had hurt her. She opened her mouth; "I hate you."

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"Hello Mr. Creevey." Dumbledore said.

Colin smiled and transformed behind a chair, "Hello Headmaster, How did you know it was me?"

Dumbledore looked up barely from his glasses with the sparkle in his eyes bright, "Mr. Creevey you know better then to ask that." Colin laughed feeling totally carefree. He was so happy for a brief moment. He had forgotten all about Ginny, him being a young Animagus, that he was at Draco's place, and that he was in love with a red cat.

Just as quickly as Colin had forgot the happenings of the last few weeks he remembered them and frowned. "Dumbledore, What's happening?" Colin said sternly.

Dumbledore nodded, "Colin you are smart. Ginny's body is dead." Colin nodded, "Yes, Well there where is her soul?"

Dumbledore smiled, "You catch on quickly, Where her soul is, well I'm not sure but it has a small grip on a body that tried to hold three souls. Colin," Colin nodded, "did you know that a body can barely hold one soul, that's the aging process you know. The soul is a powerful thing. The body can not hold it for long before it withers and dies and the soul goes on elsewhere.

"I have lived so long in my body because I was gifted with a strong sturdy body that I did not overwork in my youth. The immortal kind, yes, they live forever because there body's grow, then stop and refuse to change one bit. Therefore they can not be cut, bruised, battered, no change.

"People often can not send life for that long. Of course I myself with die soon but that is not the point. Three souls share one body. If the other two do not leave the immortal will to be forced to expire." Colin shot Dumbledore a look; "Ginny isn't immortal. She's been hurt before and she had to heal." Dumbledore nodded, "Yes, Ginny isn't immortal but her friend is. Do you know what assimilate means?" Colin nodded, "Yes, In short it mean taking one thing into another." Dumbledore nodded, "Ginny, her friend was immortal, her friend was just like her, A Shape-Shifting Animagus or a Vari Elf. They are the same thing, despite what books say. Ginny in fact did not get a body much different from herself. Unfortunately in this assimilation their minds and souls did not meld. They must soon be separated. We can restore Ginny to her former body.

"Colin this is way you are needed. When the time comes I will tell you what I need of you but you are important. As I told Ginny, do not die." Dumbledore said looking to the door, "Colin, Transform now and leave! Leave and go home. I summoned you here. Get off the Malfoy grounds into the forest. Apparate to Hogsmeade and then transform back and get to school. Hurry! Tell Snape about everything and ask for a slumber potion to be made!" Colin didn't give Dumbledore's commands a second thought and he was gone back out the window.

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"Hermione! Hermione what's wrong with you!" Ron gasped slowly inching his way towards the zap happy friend of his. Hermione was crying desperately, "I don't know! I love him, and I want him to die! Ron, Help me, Help me please." Harry had his eyes closed breathing in and out loudly, "Hermione please darling put the wand down." She nodded dropping to her feet, "Harry... I'm sorry." He nodded hugging her as Ron took her wand, "I know darling. I know."

"Merlin! What did you do to her?" Someone shouted. Harry eased Hermione up and together they walked around the corner, Ron close behind. Draco was standing over an old woman and beside an even older man. "Child it isn't important, what's important is that one of the women gets control. Pick her up, the rebirth is close at hand."

Ron spoke up the tone of anger clear in his voice, "Malfoy! My sister! Where is she?" Draco arched his back picking up the woman, "I think she's in here." Ron eyed the aging body and laughed. Draco's cold gaze burned his chest, "Have I ever lied to you since we've become friends?" Ron went white, "By Merlin's beard! How do we fix that," Ron stopped for a second, then began to speak with sarcasm, "since when did we define our relationship as friends? By Merlin's Beard yet again the sky will be falling soon won't it?"

The old man laughed, "So you people use my name more then I would have thought." Draco gave a forced smile, "Merlin quite! We have to get to the rebirth! Come on you three." Harry looked at Ron and grabbed Hermione's hand.

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Stallion opened her eyes, "Ginny?" She was standing in the forest again. "GINNY!" She called. She didn't like the way her voice sounded; She didn't like the way everything looked. "NO!" Someone shouted. Stallion broke into a dead run. As she ran the ground gave way beneath her, the scenery disappeared and she was in utter total darkness. "I won't let you win you bastard!" The voice sounded again, it was very foggy in the dark but suddenly the space lit up with a bright red tone.

Stallion looked upon the sight, Ginny was kicking away a young Tom Riddle. Blood was coming from her nose and her robes were torn more then normal. Tom was laughing, "So that's how it is. You don't love me anymore? My memories not good enough for you?" Ginny shrieked jabbing her arm out. Stallion squeaked at the sight of the fire that shot from Ginny's arm. "GINNY!" Stallion screamed. Tom evaded the attack and too jabbed out his arm. As Ginny's had Tom's arm set out fire of the black kind.

Ginny was looking at Stallion and was hit by the black fire. The room went black again and Stallion screamed. She threw her arm out towards where she saw Tom standing last, "YOU WON'T WIN!" From her finger came a blinding white light that dancing into the shape of a stallion. The space went entirely white. Tom lay in a heap on the floor growling, "Damn you! Who are you?"

Ginny turned to Stallion crying. Stallion felt her heart rip at the sight of Ginny's burnt shoulder. The once beautiful skin was black and bleeding all over her robes, blood mixing with red. "Don't cry Ginny." Stallion encouraged.

"Do cry, you always cried, that why I couldn't stand you," Tom said standing up, "we could have been great. If you hadn't been such a baby I would have found another source of life and I would have made you my Dark Queen. We could have conquered the wizarding world together. Vari Elf and Dark Lord, It would have been beautiful Ginny, you still are."

Ginny shook her head trying to wipe away Tom's sorry look from her memory, "NO! I won't fall for it! You were and still are a conniving git! You don't care one bit about me. You just want control of Stallion's body. Her powerful shape-shifting body, I'll kill your slithering soul before I give it over! I won't let you have that body!"

Tom laughed haughtily as he stood up. Stallion wanted to warn Ginny of the giant power source he was gathering behind him. Stallion couldn't speak as the sight played itself. The power ball turned into a snake as it flew through the air. Ginny screamed as the snake bound her. Tom was now laughing with a murderous glare, "Ginny, You're a loser and you've always been. You were always the last one. You always will be."

Ginny somehow force a smirk, "Tom, I may have always been the last but I will always be the best! Harry is the Boy-Who-Lived and I will be the Girl-Who-Will-Not-Die. You will fear me Tom. You will." He laughed and shook his head saying a silent, Hell no! Ginny laughed, "I was hoping you'd disagree with me." Her brown eyes gleamed and just as quickly Tom was hunch over Ginny, Stallion watched him fly into the air and hit the now red ground, hard. The fiery Phoenix bird disappeared with one finally note of it's song.

Ginny was panting with an evil grin on her face. Stallion saw Ginny's hands poking out of the dissolving snake, "Am I good or am I good?" Ginny smiled at the now unconscious Tom.

Stallion laughed, "Not much choice there?" Stallion helped Ginny stand up and together they picked up Tom as they suddenly stood back on the forest trail, "Where to?"

Ginny smiled, "We'll find out when we get there."

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Harry helped Hermione into a chair and sat softly next to her as Dumbledore watched them. Draco stood at the door waiting with Ron stood next to Dumbledore supervising the potion. They had laid Demise decided the potion on the table. "Draco cut you arm." Dumbledore commanded.

Draco looked at him with a unreadable expression, "What?" Dumbledore looked at Draco hard as if to say, You know what I said. Draco gulped hard as he walked towards Dumbledore his feet weighting him down. Draco fished a pocketknife of out of his pocket. "Ron get ready to cast a healing spell on the cut? Can you do that?" Draco asked. Ron nodded going white. Draco forced a smile; "You won't try to hex my arm off now will you?" Ron gave a weak laugh pointing out his wand; no one noticed Hermione suddenly concentration on Ron's wand.

Draco cut his wrist the blood cupping the blade; all hell broke loose. Hermione gave a wild squeak as she summoned Ron's wand to her hand. She hissed a full body lock on Ron and a silence charm on Dumbledore. She turned to Harry but found she couldn't speak. Ron was shouting out the top of his lungs a strong binding Dark Arts curse he had long ago wished to forget. Hermione shrieked as she was knocked out by the force, it left Ron drained. He fell to the said knocking Draco forward his arm burned as he fell into the cauldron. Dumbledore tried to help him but Draco's entire body burning with the power of the potion now.

Draco howled as images came to his mind.

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Creation, Creation where are you? Your master calls. A voice said. He peered as the woman came from path. First One... First I am here. He called. Why do you hide? The woman said. I hide for I am lonely. Can you not make another like me? The woman sighed, I can not. You alone were almost too much for me to survive the making spell. I lay in sleep for three long days and you almost then died from the cold. He felt himself cringe at the reminder, I am cold now. I have no love, no life, without you. I can not be with you in this form. Can you not cast a spell and make me you. The woman seemed baffled then laughed, Like me no. I can make you of the male species. Would you want that? Would you want to live life like a human with magic? He considered this for a moment then came out of the bushes that were in fact trees, yet bushes to him, Yes, For a time I would like to be a human with magic. Cast.

The woman pulled out what looked like a weak branch from an oak, To you my made be unmade as dragon and made to human. Live but for a time as the weak and meek then to Dragon once again by your choice be real, I cast the human. He opened his eyes gasping as he stared at her through the bushes. I-I am still taller then you... Am I still a Dragon? The woman smiled, No, most males are taller. You are human. You are very human.

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He opened his eyes hanging from the loft in a barn, First One I seek to be Dragon again. The woman looked up to him among a group of child sitting in the hay, Very well. I shall take the form of the Dragon to give you my final gift. He smiled; You will give me child? You will make a child of dragon? Oh indeed that would be amazing. The woman smiled, That will be the final gift, then we shall part, maybe forever. He frowned; Forever is not long enough to keep us apart.

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Thank you for the gift. First One I love you but I must go, To she who gave me magic and family. I wish her dragon no more and human to stay. He said as tears streamed down his scaly face. His first dragon partner shrunk down to her true form of a human, Good bye Creation. He gave a fake smile, Good Bye First One. I-. The woman cried running off before he could finish his proclamation of love.

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Draco leaned out of the empty cauldron shaken by the images. He felt a pang of sadness as he woke up Ron, un-silenced Dumbledore, and cast a relaxing spell on Harry. He ordered Dobby to quickly fetch some butterbeers and to transfer Hermione and Demise to the same room and enchant the door locked with strong old magic.

"What happened Draco?" Harry said putting a comforting arm on Draco shoulder. Draco sighed, What did happen? He remember the dreams and wanted to cry at the Dragon's lost and the woman's vagueness. Come to think of it, I don't remember what she looks like. He sighed looking at Dumbledore realizing Dumbledore was gesturing for him to pick up the orb from the finished potion.

The Dead One shall seek to destroy the Child of the Dragon, for he shall be the only one whom can bring the Spirit of the Dragon to the living world. Draco shivered slightly remembering the legend from the book. He reached out his fingers to the orb. As he curled his fingers around the orb it began to glow a bright gold. As it turned a fiery red the color crept up Draco's arm, then receded, he heard a faint cracking sound.

Draco gasped as the orb split in two and the shinny light dimmed. If possible, Draco's pale face got paler. He turned to Harry with the pain etched on his face, "Nothing, Absolutely nothing," He turned to Dumbledore, "and I'm not the Child of the Dragon I can't be; You and Merlin were wrong and because of that Voldemort will always be around. He can never rid of him. Ginny will never be separated from him and the other soul in the body."

Ron leaned back in his seat sighing, angry at Draco for not being the one, Ginny was lost to them, "So that's it? It's over for us isn't it?"

Dumbledore seemed to wither and die under the dark lights of the library, yet he spoke, "Well it certainly seems that way doesn't it?"