Crystal Power

1 Prologue: - My Lord

AN: - I'm basing the N.E.W.T.'s to the English A levels.

Draco Malfoy lay down on the silken sheets, contemplating the future. He had left Hogwarts a mere hour ago and yet he had experienced a vast array of lectures on what would be the most suitable career choice. They ranged from Auror, to improper use of magic. The one he was least looking forward to, however, was yet to come, Death Eater. The Death Eaters still existed even without their leader, they were just less confident. Footsteps thundered on the floor outside his door, followed by a short sharp rap on his bedroom door. The solid wood door was thrown open and standing ominously in the opening was the frightening figure of Lucius Malfoy.

"Come," he stated flatly. "We have something to discuss before I decide on your future."

Wordlessly, Draco stood and straightening his green robes he complied. The elder man led his son into the drawing room and the muttered at a painting of some dull and long dead relative. The portrait swung open and allowed them into a hidden section of the Mansion. His father purposefully pushed Draco inside and then joined him. Candle's lit as the secret entrance shut behind them.

"Forward then the sixth left, there is a door on the right," again the young man silently obeyed. It took several minutes before they turned left, then walked down a flight of stairs. The door was nearly hidden but he found it and opened it to reveal a dungeon. Draco didn't hear Lucius say anything when he found himself shackled to the damp stonewall. "Don't say a word, your grades were not what I expected of you."

"But, I..." he began to protest but was cut short by his father.

"I said say nothing," the elder man's voice was no louder than a whisper but its edge could have cut through steel. "You achieved only 4 N.E.W.T.'s at mediocre grades, you will stay here until I decide otherwise."

The door slammed as the other man left. Draco's head remained defiantly high.

"They're two A's and two B's. If that's not good enough for him then,..... Now, I'm talking to myself," he pulled on the manacles. "Damn it."

Draco stood alone, thinking of nothing. His arms ached, but he knew very well that his father wasn't overly mad. If Lucius was, Draco wouldn't just have his arms aching, he probably wouldn't be able to stand. Suddenly, the door flew open; his father wasn't alone. At one time he would have expected Voldemort to be stood there, but that was impossible. Perfect Potter had murdered the Dark Lord towards the end of the school year.

"Draco, my dear son," the simple statement from his father unnerved the young man. Lucius entered and the other person followed. "May I introduce, Dominique Jeuren."

The other figure lowered the hood of their robes, underneath was a stunning brunette with eyes that shone like two brown orbs. "My Lord," she said bowing her head.

"Dominique is a true seer; she has seen something. Something that is contained in a prophecy," he sounded truly excited. Draco was quickly released from his bindings. "Tell him."

"Of course," she inhaled deeply as he rubbed at his wrists. "We have long known about this prophecy, I have seen the future and it shows the prophecy coming true," her voice held a slight Russian lilt.

"What prophecy?" he asked looking between his father and the girl.

"Forgive me, my Lord, but I cannot say. It is forbidden for me to reveal details to the one about whom it involves. All I can say is that your future is great and you hold much power." Dominique bowed her head and replaced her hood.

"What?" he questioned, he knew he wasn't asleep because his arms still ached. Besides, all he dreamed of these days was leaving the mansion and getting a normal job.

"Draco, I will leave you and Dominique to discuss a few important details," with that Lucius left his son, who thought that his father was for once proud of him. Ever since Voldemorts defeat Lucius Malfoy had been in a foul mood with everyone around him, according to Draco's driver.

"Well, we may as well be comfortable. Lets go to the drawing room," Draco strode out of the room retracing his steps. He stepped out of the portrait and sat in a large comfortable leather chair by the window. The girl followed much slower and stood in front of him staring intently at her feet. "Well, sit," he was getting impatient.

"Thank you, my Lord," she sat, but her hood covered most of her face and she was silent.

"Let me see your face, I do hate talking to robes," he was irritated with her silence. She pulled back the hood and looked at him from under her half closed lids.

"May I see your wand, my Lord?" she asked quietly. Silently he withdrew it from a fold in his velvet robes and began to hand it to her.

"Why do you call me Lord?" he asked.

"It will become apparent in time. May I examine it?" she replied looking at the wand.

"Here," he allowed her to take it. An action he instantly regretted when she snapped it with a crackle of magic and a few sparks. "What the...." Draco's eyes blazed he was defenceless.

"Forgive me," she said before taking out another wand. "Here, this is much more appropriate."

Dominique handed him the new wand without looking at him. It had a pale colour and yet the light seemed to emanate from it. It was smooth to his touch and cold. Standing he held it up to the light, he found it was transparent except for a solid green stripe running through the centre of it.

"This is the crystal wand. It is perfect for you and what you will become. It was forged by the hand of Salazar Slytherin; he placed a strip of the skin of a snake inside along with a hair off his own head and a dragon heartstring. Only the pale, moonlight man will be capable of mastering its power. You. You, my Lord are the moonlight man. You already hold the power; this tool will aid you to focus that. You are the most powerful wizard to ever live, more powerful than Slytherin himself. He wrote the prophecy, which you alone can fulfil. You can be the darkest or brightest. You understand?"

"Yes, this wand is good or evil. Slytherin made it. It's now mine," he rolled his eyes. "Get real."

"Lord Draco," he loved the way she said that 'Drae-co'. "No, you must believe me. The path is now yours. I beg of you kill me. Test the power of the wand, Avada Kedavra, is so much more with this wand. I have you everything I can."

"Kill you?" he was shocked.

"My Lord, you must." For the first time her eyes connected with his. He saw that she spoke the truth. His face remained neutral, his eyes revealing nothing.

"AVADA KEDAVRA!" The sounds that followed blurred together, her screams, the window smashing, the door slamming and the sizzle of the magic erupting from his new wand. His hair rustled wildly; power emanating in waves from his body. A few seconds later it was over. Calm was restored to the room, Lucius stood in the doorway, Dominique was gone.... her body had flown out of the window. The wand appeared no different to how it had before except for a vague pulsating light within it. A shocked expression covered Draco's face as he looked through the wand at his father.

"Draco, that look is not becoming," Lucius had a cruel smile painted onto his lips.

The young man felt small and promptly collapsed back into the chair. He closed his eyes gripping onto the wand tightly. 'I killed someone, for nothing,' he thought. 'She'd done nothing, all those mudbloods had t least done something.'

"My Lord," Draco opened his eyes to find his father kneeling before him, his head bowed low.

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