Crystal Power

Chapter 6: - Not What You Thought

Beneath Draco's eyelids his eyes moved rapidly. His body twitched and then relaxed. His eye movements slowed, the remainder of his sleep was calm and undisturbed.

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Vir awoke on the chair, she remembered Lucius intimidating her and forced her to drink a potion. She was irate, she had trusted the son of her family's enemy. Trust, the one thing she gave away too easily. She mentally chided herself, her head pounded and she closed her eyes once more. The potion was obviously still active within her blood stream and she slipped back to sleep.

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Draco rolled over and fell out of the bed, groaning he remembered the dream and Dominique's revelation. He smirked and got up. He needed to know when she'd turn seventeen so her could take her to receive her power. He hurried to her room impatient to visit her and see if she held any clues as to the extent of her power. He opened the door and scowled when he found her asleep to verging on unconscious. He was pleased that he'd been so unlike himself when he'd first captured her; of course he had an agenda. When she'd accidentally revealed that she had something with Potter he knew that he had to have her. He knew he'd stand no chance if treated her in his usual manner. He shook her awake and faked a smile, which in her dazed state she believed to be true.

"Vir, how are you?" he asked.

"You had me locked in, how do you think I feel?" she growled.

"But, how do you feel?" His voice was soft and gentle.

"That potion could have been poison, it was administered at your order."

"You're evading the question. Now answer me." His voice had a cold cruel edge to it.

"I want to go home, I wished this had never happened. You are a sadist, you probably enjoy knowing you have me locked up in here unable to do anything because I am unarm..." He cut her off with a sharp glare. "I'm fine."

"Good, now for the important part." He removed the wand from the folds in his robe and pointed it at her.

"What are you going to do to me?" Her eyes were wide and alert, panicked she shuffled back into the chair.

"Veridicus." He smiled and nothing appeared to have happened.

"What did you do?" she asked warily.

"Oh nothing, so what's going on with you and Potter?" he questioned conversationally.

"We're engaged." The words flowed helplessly from her mouth. Her eyes grew wide and she clamped both hands over her mouth.

"Good." He knelt down besides the chair.

"What have you done?"

"Simple truth spell, highly illegal but very effective."

"Draco!" Her voice portrayed a horror that she felt inside. "You've chosen; you chose darkness."

"Oh, well. Like father, like son. So, Vir, when is your birthday?"

"I'm seventeen in four days." Her honesty and openness made him smile cruelly; he could have some fun with this.

"Have you had any dreams recently?" he asked intentionally allowing his double entendre.

"Yes." He raised his eyebrow at her willing her to continue. "I dreamt of Stonehenge, a fire was in the centre and I was being presented with something."

"Ah, so Vir what do you REALLY think of Potter?"

"I love Harry, but I fear for him and...." Her voice was cut off but the door behind them opening.

"My Lord, the manor is being raided by the Ministry." It was Ross, one of the aliens. Draco's attention turned from Vir to the man.

"WHAT!!" His eyes flashed with anger. "POTTER!!" He pointed the wand at her once more. "Finite incantum." With that he stormed out, sealing her inside.

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Draco stood in the atrium of Malfoy Manor glaring at each passing Auror. So far the had turned up nothing sufficiently dark or anything relating to Vir and the other Weasleys. He wasn't going to look for Potter; Potter would find him. He saw his father shooting looks, which could kill, and snarling in a terrifyingly quiet voice at the Auror in charge. Draco walked into one of the reception rooms and sat staring out of the window. He knew they'd find nothing; in fact they'd searched the manor after Voldemort's downfall and found nothing so why search now if not for Perfect Potter? He needed to keep his side safe while executing small random attacks on Muggles. He also needed fresh blood, usually sixteen year olds were ushered into the ranks but thanks to the war few had actually been branded. Draco himself was unmarked by the forces of evil. Shortly after his arrival the Aurors began to depart. Potter then decided to show. Automatically a sneer decorated Draco's face, Potter on the other hand looked ready to kill.

"Where is she Malfoy?" the dark haired boy growled.

"Whom?"

"Ginny, you know very well who. I know you have her hidden somewhere you admitted it earlier." Harry was dangerously close to him.

"When? I haven't seen you since we left Hogwarts, I haven't seen any Weasels either."

"You're lying, Malfoy. You know where she is. Tell me dammit." Bored the blonde turned back to the summer view.

"I have no idea where she is, I have simply being enjoying my final summer of freedom before I take up a position." Draco raised his head and glared at Harry.

"I'll see you rot in Azkaban if you've touched one hair on her head."

"Maybe I already have." He replied in a deathly quiet voice. Harry's superior entered the room, whispered something and then they left.

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Vir was planning her escape, she decided to either break down the door and run or to charm her way out. There was however a problem, she couldn't see any other signs of civilisation. Snow was falling outside reminding her Christmas at Hogwarts. She was beginning to doubt whether she'd even get to see Hogwarts again, let alone complete her studies there. There was a click and the door opened, Vir glared at Draco who strode purposefully over to her.

"Your fiancé paid me a visit earlier," he drawled, watching her expression change. Her eyes widened and she shuddered. "Oh, you're concerned. How sweet." His eyes contained an evil glint.

"Why did you perform that spell on me?" she asked.

"To get the truth out of you, why else?"

"But, all you found out was my birthday." Confusion crossed her face.

"A highly important fact, something vital to the future of the wizarding world."

"My birthday has no relevance to the future, that's Harry not me."

"You don't give yourself enough credit, Harry may hold an importance. But you are vital, Vir." He smirked at her confusion. "Feel free to explore the castle."

"Aren't you afraid I'll escape? Or are you just a typical dumb blonde?" she snapped.

"There is no point trying to escape, you'll die on the mountains before you reach anyone to help you. And, I resent being called a dumb blonde." With that he turned and left.

*****

For Vir, each day preceding her birthday was a day anticipating what would happen. She was unsure of what would happen to her. Each day she read the 'Daily Prophet', but the news always seemed old, as she had already heard the celebrations after each attack. Each night she wept for people who lost their life at Draco's hands. She had spent her time exploring the castle and all she learnt was that it covered a vast area of mountainside. But, no matter how much she willed her birthday not to arrive it still did. It arrived so unlike those before, the weather was snowy and cold, she had no brothers playing tricks on her, nor did she have a single gift. She sat up in the bed and sighed, whatever was to happen would happen this day. As usual the house elves popped into the room with her breakfast and the newspaper. She got up, putting on a dressing gown she began to eat and read the heartbreak.

'Yet Another Attack On Muggles, Ministry Baffled'. She ignored it; she wasn't confused. She knew it was Draco Malfoy; she wanted to tell the world. She angrily thrust the newspaper into the fire and watched as it burnt into oblivion.

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Draco tossed in his sleep before getting up. He smirked remembering the attacks on Muggles and Mudbloods. He still hadn't had the opportunity to kill Granger, but in time he would. He's path was chosen; he had to get Vir on the path to her destiny. Midnight she would be bestowed with her wand and she'd take the power offered to her. He needed to get her to Stonehenge; the only possible way was by broom. He'd have to place a charm on her in order to ensure she didn't stray.