Whisper

Chapter 11: Scum of the Earth- Rob Zombie



For the next several days, or hours, Draco couldn’t keep track of the time, James was irritated every time Draco was around, and since they were together all the time, James was irritated often. Draco was a little annoyed that James avoided him, but he was used to the patients being irritated, either at him or something else. Draco was angry through, but not at James. At his father, Lucius.



He understood why Lucius had gone through with it, but Draco believed they would be able to re-earn their respect if they had worked at it, and to be in favor with the Savior of the Wizarding World would give them enough fame to last a lifetime. But the kidnapping Harry Potter, Lucius would have made the Malfoy names none-existent.



Draco remembered reading the newspaper saying Lucius had been put in jail under the evidence of being a Death and murdering Muggle-borns. Draco knew the accusations were true but he didn’t know why they waited three years to catch him. Narcissa had begged every politician she knew to set Lucius free. She even asked a contact of hers who owed her a favor, but even he couldn’t free Lucius. In fact, Draco remembered her looking pale and sickly after seeing her contact. Draco tried to get her tell him who her contact was but she promised she wouldn’t tell. Draco never pushed the subject and Narcissa never was the same after that.



But now to learn that the actual crime was murdering a pure-blood and kidnapping Harry Potter? That put a different perspective on things. If the public found out Harry Potter had been kidnapped and tortured, the Muggle-borns would have wanted retribution and the pure-bloods would have wanted convincing evidence on the matter and an appeal. It would have issued a whole knew war. And Potter probably knew that.



Draco looked up at James as the teenager was pacing the corridor they were resting at. He would go to one corner, look around, then walk to the other and do the same thing. The action was a little annoying.



“James will you stop,” said Draco. “You’re making me dizzy.”



James glared at Draco before sitting down.



“He knew, didn’t he,” asked Draco. “Potter knew another war would have broken out if the real crime had been posted.”



James nodded, looked away from Draco. “Harry was the only person keeping the peace between pure-bloods and Muggle-borns. Some Muggle-borns did return to the Muggle world but they felt better knowing Harry Potter was out there and trying to repair the damage done. The fact that Harry was untouchable gave them courage to go out at night. He was their hero.”



“And heroes don’t get kidnapped.”



James nodded. They got up and started walking again. Both were silent as they walked down the corridor. They had been walking for a few hours before the cold wind started up again.



“There are more then one,” said James. “We’ll have to split up.”



“Split up,” asked Draco in confused surprise. “We can’t. It’s too dangerous.”



“We’ll meet back at the dudgeons.”



“But the dungeons hold Harry’s worst memories. We can’t go there. James!” The teenager didn’t listen to Draco and ran down the opposite direction.



“Take care of Kid!” James yelled and turned a corner.



Draco looked down at the child, holding tightly to the Mind-Healer’s hand, frightened but with such a trusting expression. Harry Potter would have never trusted Draco as Kid does now. Potter would have done what James did, ran off to draw the Dementors away. Kid was a scared six year old child who didn’t know what a Dementor was. He probably thought they were the monsters that haunted his nightmares come to life.



Draco knelt down and looked Kid in the eye.



“They won’t hurt you,” He said. “I won’t let them.”



Kid managed a small smile and threw his arm around Draco’s neck. Draco hugged him gently at first, then picked him up, and carried him down the corridor. He stopped outside the Defense Against the Dark Arts room class room and debated on whether or not to open it. He knew the main class rooms held Potter’s most terrifying memories. The dudgeons held the worst.



Taking a deep breathe, he opened the door, rushed in, and closed it as the memory invaded his mind.



(He watched as the two animals fought, the werewolf and the dog, as he tried to protect his two friends. Snape was unconscious next to them. He was watching in fear as both friends fought, one taken over by savage animal instinct and the other out of protection for the teenagers. He could help but felt that he was forgetting something important.



A movement caught the corner of his eye and he looked over to find a shabby balding rat face man inch toward his friend’s wand.



“Hermione, Wormtail!”



But it was too late. Wormtail had grabbed Hermione’s wand and neutralized the spell keeping him from transforming. With a meticulous grin he changed into a rat and scurried away.



“No!” He yelled and tried to follow the rat but a howl made him stop in his tracks. The black dog had been badly hurt by the werewolf, luckily chased away, and when painfully limping away. “Sirius!”



He was torn in two. He wanted to get his injured friend to the school, but he also had to see if his godfather was all right. A second yelp made his decision. He ran toward the sound.



“Sirius,” he called. He ran toward the sound that seemed to have been coming from the lake. The air grew cold, but he didn’t notice. He had to get to Sirius.



Only when the yelping stop did his breath catch in his throat.



“No. No!” He almost slid the rest of the way to the lakeshore. Sirius was back as a human and was holding his head between his hands. It was then he looked up, and saw why. Up in the black sky, silhouetted by the light of the full moon, were Dementors, hundred of them.



“No,” he yelled, pulling out his wand. “You’re not getting him! You’re never getting him!” Concentrating as hard as he could on a happy memory, he pointing his wand at the Dark Creatures. “Expecto Patronum!”



He tried the spell a few times, and even managed a weak shield, but the Dementors broke through. He felt the air around him grow cold and his eyes started to darken. His last vision was of the Dementors advancing toward him. )



Draco was thrown out of the vision with a gasp. Next to him Kid was shaking. The memory and the Dementor advancing them didn’t help to calm the child down. The small boy was clutching Draco’s robes and was crying, whimpering against the blonde. He searched his memory for the spell he saw in the vision. It was the Patronus Charm. High grade complicated magic. He saw Potter use it during their O.W.L.s, and Potter looked to be thirteen in the memory so for him to watch it at that early age was remarkable. When his father used the charm, the Patronus was solid; a snake. Draco had tried to learn it, but only managed a weak shield.



‘But if Potter could learn it once, he can still use it.’



“Kid, I want you to say a spell with me. Do you remember some of Harry’s happy memories?” Kid nodded. “I want you to think of the happiest one you can find, focus on it, and while you’re doing that I want you to say Expecto Patronum. Can you do that?” Kid shook his head and clutched Draco. “I’ll be right here with you. I’ll even say it with you. Are you ready?”



Kid nodded closed is eyes and started muttering the incantation. Draco kept his eye on Kid while saying the chant with him aloud; focusing vividly on the memory of the picnic he had with his mother last year. It had been a bright day in early spring. The flowers in the garden and his mother had been the happiest he had seen her in a long time.



“Expecto Patronum. Expecto Patronum.”



The chant was being shouted, but not by Draco. Kid was saying the chant aloud. Kid was talking! And not only that. Kid was glowing white and was warm to the touch. A happy feeling come over Draco and washed away the sadness created by the Dementors. Looking at his hand, Draco saw he was glowing as well. Kid was creating a Patronus shield around them to protect them from the Dementors.



When the Dementors passed Kid slumped to the ground, exhausted from his feat of magic.



“That was great, Kid,” he said and Kid smiled sleepily at him. “You scared them away.”



Kid’s grin grew and gave Draco an energetic hug. Draco returned it and picked the boy up. Kid yawned and snuggled against the blonde.



“Let’s say we go find James. What do you say?”



Kid smiled and threw his arms in a “hurrah” gesture. Draco smiled and walked out of the room, singing a song as he did so Kid could sleep.



"Love is a song that never ends. Life may be swift and fleeting. Hope may die but love\'s beautiful music comes each day like the dawn.



“Love is a song that never ends. One single theme repeating. Like the voice of a heavenly choir, love\'s sweet music flows on."



In his arms, Kid slept a small smile on his face.



To Be Continued