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The Results
Well here is the second chapter.
Thank you all for such positive feed back.
To Claudiayinfa:
Thank you for your interest in my stories. To answer your question and anyone else who is interested, the reason that I stopped writing 1 - One In A Million is because I have this huge writing block in my head. I have no idea where to take this story. Anytime I start to write it, I turn Draco into a sap…and Draco is anything but a sap. So if you know a way I could continue and still have him as a domineering, selfish wizard that we all know and love please let me know. 2- I am half way through writing chapter 2 for Caught In The Rain. Hopefully I will be done with it soon.
Anyway Happy Reading!!!
Chapter Two
The Results
It was almost nightfall when Severus apparated to Hogwarts’ gate with Narcissa by his side. Not wanting to waste anymore of the precious time, the two hurried to Professor’s labs with out a single word to each other or a nod to any faculty and staff that were still about the castle. Since the schools wouldn’t resume for another week or so, the hallways were empty, except for the ghosts occasionally flying around.
When Narcissa apparated them to Africa she thought that it was going to be as easy as one, two, three to find whatever Draco through over his shoulder, but alas, she was wrong. Narcissa should have known better that the villa would be anything else but spotless. She had been leaving around house elves her entire life and knew how meticulous about their duties they were. She rarely saw them clean anywhere, even though she knew they did, because if she ever stumbled upon them they quickly winked out.
Narcissa was frustrated now however. How would they ever retrieve it…a spike? She didn’t know where to begin looking for it. ‘Call all the elves and then we’ll investigate,’ Severus would say, and that’s exactly what they did. It took the elves almost three hours to retrieve the spike, from where Narcissa didn’t want to know. Severus interrogating the elves that this was indeed the spike found at Draco’s chambers, he thanked the elves for a job well done, placed the spike on his handkerchief, folded it and placed it back into his breast pocket.
Now that they were back at his labs, Severus fired up the buns and burner and retrieved a few beakers from his cupboards. Then he took out another tube that contained murky substance, uncorked it and poured the liquid about ¼ into each beaker. Severus then placed the two beakers over the fire and waited for them to boil. Less than a minute later the murky liquid was bubbling merrily. He took out the handkerchief from his pocket, unfolded it, and carefully lifted the spike.
Severus lifted the spike by its center, careful by not touching the tips and inspected it. The spike was black in color and about five inches long and had a needle sharp tip at each end. He couldn’t recall what creature the spike belonged to off hand and that’s why he was performing this test.
The Potion Master carefully inserted one of the tips into the boiling solution and waited for a small visible puff before taking out and inserting the other side into the second beaker. After the second puff, Severus pulled back, placed the spike on the gauze that was on the table and turned his attention back to the beaker to watch the solution physically react to whatever was on the end of each tip.
“Severus, what’s happening?” Finally asked Narcissa. She’s been by his side the whole time he was doing the test but after a second puff she could no longer contain her curiosity.
“This is a special substance that shows me who is the owner of whatever I place in it, be it the blood or any other tissue of a previously living organism.” He answered still watching the liquid.
“But how does it let you know?” She asked.
Severus was about to answer when a simultaneous puff of air appeared. “There,” he pointed at the group of symbols that Narcissa never seen before, emerge over each beaker.
“What do they say, Severus?” Narcissa asked, watching the symbols disappear. When he didn’t answer fast enough for her, she turned to look at him. His reaction made her light headed. Severus’ eyes were as wide as she’d ever seen on him, and his face was paler than the ghost’s. “What…what is it?” She stammered again, her mouth going completely dry.
“Merlin be with us,” she heard him whisper.
“WHAT?” She couldn’t take this anymore. Narcissa grabbed the robes around his neck and started threshing him back and forth…or at least tried to seeing as how he was nearly twice her size. “What did those symbols say? SEVERUS!”
Narcissa Malfoy was always a composed and an aristocratic witch but now she was as nervous and scared as a small rabbit. There was something seriously wrong with her son and she wanted answers. And the only man, who did know answers, was incompetent at the moment.
“Severus!” She yelled again. “Snap out of it.”
Finally Severus looked down at her. “Oh, I’m so sorry Narcissa.” He whispered gently and very uncharacteristically.
“What are you sorry about, Severus?” Not caring anymore, Narcissa let her hot tears run down her pale cheeks. “Is Draco dying? Is he…? Tell me what you saw, damn it.”
“He is.” Severus confirmed quietly.
Taking a deep calming breath, Narcissa asked in a trembling voice. “To who did this spike belongs to?” She gestured to the spike lying uselessly on the table.
“Veela,” he answered croakily.
“To who?” She asked incredulous.
“To a Southern Veela.” He said louder. At the confused look on her face Severus explained. “The creature that impaled Draco with its spike is a Southern Veela…a rear but powerful creature.”
“How do you know?”
“That was one of the signature that appeared in the symbols. The other was wizard…Draco’s.” He replied.
“I guess the spike was poisonous. That’s the reason for Draco’s blood results.” She stated quietly.
“Yes.”
“So what? Is that it for my son?” She asked sobbing again. “He just dies and I do nothing about it?” Narcissa saw him hesitated through her tears. “You know something. What is it?”
“I have this theory but knowing you and Lucius, that theory will be wasted.”
“I swear to you, Severus,” she sobered up. “If this theory of yours will help Draco survive, I will do anything in my power to make this happen.” A wind engulfed Narcissa binding her to the promise. Satisfied, she said, “Now tell me what you know.”
“Alright, but I would like Lucius to be present as well. His cooperation is just as need as yours.”
“Let’s not waist time then.” She stated. “Let’s go to Malfoy Manor.”
“I have a floo connection in my rooms.” Severus said turning off the equipment he used earlier to ensure there would be no fire to worry about. He walked to door that would lead to his chambers, opened it and nodded to Narcissa in encouragement. He followed her once she stepped through it and walked to the fireplace. They took a handful of floo powder, threw it into the fire and simultaneously yelled, “Malfoy Manor” before the great fire engulfed them both.
TBC…
This is the link to a drawing that I have made that will be based on this story. Please let me know wht you think. Oh, and thank you all for your warm replys. I will start on the next chapter tomorrow. Good night.
Link - http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/39884510/?q=by%3Aelibdally+sort%3Atime+-in%3Ascraps
Thank you all for such positive feed back.
To Claudiayinfa:
Thank you for your interest in my stories. To answer your question and anyone else who is interested, the reason that I stopped writing 1 - One In A Million is because I have this huge writing block in my head. I have no idea where to take this story. Anytime I start to write it, I turn Draco into a sap…and Draco is anything but a sap. So if you know a way I could continue and still have him as a domineering, selfish wizard that we all know and love please let me know. 2- I am half way through writing chapter 2 for Caught In The Rain. Hopefully I will be done with it soon.
Anyway Happy Reading!!!
Chapter Two
The Results
It was almost nightfall when Severus apparated to Hogwarts’ gate with Narcissa by his side. Not wanting to waste anymore of the precious time, the two hurried to Professor’s labs with out a single word to each other or a nod to any faculty and staff that were still about the castle. Since the schools wouldn’t resume for another week or so, the hallways were empty, except for the ghosts occasionally flying around.
When Narcissa apparated them to Africa she thought that it was going to be as easy as one, two, three to find whatever Draco through over his shoulder, but alas, she was wrong. Narcissa should have known better that the villa would be anything else but spotless. She had been leaving around house elves her entire life and knew how meticulous about their duties they were. She rarely saw them clean anywhere, even though she knew they did, because if she ever stumbled upon them they quickly winked out.
Narcissa was frustrated now however. How would they ever retrieve it…a spike? She didn’t know where to begin looking for it. ‘Call all the elves and then we’ll investigate,’ Severus would say, and that’s exactly what they did. It took the elves almost three hours to retrieve the spike, from where Narcissa didn’t want to know. Severus interrogating the elves that this was indeed the spike found at Draco’s chambers, he thanked the elves for a job well done, placed the spike on his handkerchief, folded it and placed it back into his breast pocket.
Now that they were back at his labs, Severus fired up the buns and burner and retrieved a few beakers from his cupboards. Then he took out another tube that contained murky substance, uncorked it and poured the liquid about ¼ into each beaker. Severus then placed the two beakers over the fire and waited for them to boil. Less than a minute later the murky liquid was bubbling merrily. He took out the handkerchief from his pocket, unfolded it, and carefully lifted the spike.
Severus lifted the spike by its center, careful by not touching the tips and inspected it. The spike was black in color and about five inches long and had a needle sharp tip at each end. He couldn’t recall what creature the spike belonged to off hand and that’s why he was performing this test.
The Potion Master carefully inserted one of the tips into the boiling solution and waited for a small visible puff before taking out and inserting the other side into the second beaker. After the second puff, Severus pulled back, placed the spike on the gauze that was on the table and turned his attention back to the beaker to watch the solution physically react to whatever was on the end of each tip.
“Severus, what’s happening?” Finally asked Narcissa. She’s been by his side the whole time he was doing the test but after a second puff she could no longer contain her curiosity.
“This is a special substance that shows me who is the owner of whatever I place in it, be it the blood or any other tissue of a previously living organism.” He answered still watching the liquid.
“But how does it let you know?” She asked.
Severus was about to answer when a simultaneous puff of air appeared. “There,” he pointed at the group of symbols that Narcissa never seen before, emerge over each beaker.
“What do they say, Severus?” Narcissa asked, watching the symbols disappear. When he didn’t answer fast enough for her, she turned to look at him. His reaction made her light headed. Severus’ eyes were as wide as she’d ever seen on him, and his face was paler than the ghost’s. “What…what is it?” She stammered again, her mouth going completely dry.
“Merlin be with us,” she heard him whisper.
“WHAT?” She couldn’t take this anymore. Narcissa grabbed the robes around his neck and started threshing him back and forth…or at least tried to seeing as how he was nearly twice her size. “What did those symbols say? SEVERUS!”
Narcissa Malfoy was always a composed and an aristocratic witch but now she was as nervous and scared as a small rabbit. There was something seriously wrong with her son and she wanted answers. And the only man, who did know answers, was incompetent at the moment.
“Severus!” She yelled again. “Snap out of it.”
Finally Severus looked down at her. “Oh, I’m so sorry Narcissa.” He whispered gently and very uncharacteristically.
“What are you sorry about, Severus?” Not caring anymore, Narcissa let her hot tears run down her pale cheeks. “Is Draco dying? Is he…? Tell me what you saw, damn it.”
“He is.” Severus confirmed quietly.
Taking a deep calming breath, Narcissa asked in a trembling voice. “To who did this spike belongs to?” She gestured to the spike lying uselessly on the table.
“Veela,” he answered croakily.
“To who?” She asked incredulous.
“To a Southern Veela.” He said louder. At the confused look on her face Severus explained. “The creature that impaled Draco with its spike is a Southern Veela…a rear but powerful creature.”
“How do you know?”
“That was one of the signature that appeared in the symbols. The other was wizard…Draco’s.” He replied.
“I guess the spike was poisonous. That’s the reason for Draco’s blood results.” She stated quietly.
“Yes.”
“So what? Is that it for my son?” She asked sobbing again. “He just dies and I do nothing about it?” Narcissa saw him hesitated through her tears. “You know something. What is it?”
“I have this theory but knowing you and Lucius, that theory will be wasted.”
“I swear to you, Severus,” she sobered up. “If this theory of yours will help Draco survive, I will do anything in my power to make this happen.” A wind engulfed Narcissa binding her to the promise. Satisfied, she said, “Now tell me what you know.”
“Alright, but I would like Lucius to be present as well. His cooperation is just as need as yours.”
“Let’s not waist time then.” She stated. “Let’s go to Malfoy Manor.”
“I have a floo connection in my rooms.” Severus said turning off the equipment he used earlier to ensure there would be no fire to worry about. He walked to door that would lead to his chambers, opened it and nodded to Narcissa in encouragement. He followed her once she stepped through it and walked to the fireplace. They took a handful of floo powder, threw it into the fire and simultaneously yelled, “Malfoy Manor” before the great fire engulfed them both.
TBC…
This is the link to a drawing that I have made that will be based on this story. Please let me know wht you think. Oh, and thank you all for your warm replys. I will start on the next chapter tomorrow. Good night.
Link - http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/39884510/?q=by%3Aelibdally+sort%3Atime+-in%3Ascraps