Second chance; Second life

Draco was exhausted the Sun was beginning to make its presence felt with the fake dawn, but he couldn’t se it. His entire being was focused on the mystery of Mikayla Jordon. Who was she? Where was she? What had happened to her? He rubbed his eyes tiredly, pushing his silky white-blond hair out of eyes that were unfocused with exhaustion. But he knew that even if he closed them, he would see his Mother’s bruised and beaten body before him, and he shivered slightly, even though the room was warm. He crossed to the window, staring out, before speaking aloud.

‘Who are you? Who is Mikayla Jordon?’ he turned suddenly as a book flew towards him. The library had heard him, and provided the answer. If I’d known this before, it would have saved him nearly six hours research. He looked at the page the book had settled on. ‘The Princess of Eagles?’ he asked himself, and read the section quickly.

‘In 1994, on the 1st December, a Seer prophesised a girl had been found by a herd of giant Eagles, who had taken pity on the five-year-old, and raised her. No one knows this girl’s identity, but she is an excellent witch with the ability to perform wandless magic. She responds when someone in grave danger calls for help, and she comes to save them. She had been nicknamed ‘The Princess of the Eagles’, and is one of the most powerful beings on the Earth.’ He closed the book, and stared at the title: Myths and Legends.

‘Bugger,’ he whispered, swiping at his eyes to fend of sleep once more. He stood, and crossed to the window, taking a deep breath. He opened the window, and looked out over the grounds that long ago were called home. He looked back at the library, and packed his trunk at a flick. He looked out of the window, wondering how stupid he must look.

‘Mikayla Jordon, Princess of the Eagles, I implore you. Your Mother made my Mother an oath which she died before she could fulfil. I ask you now to come to my aid and fulfil it.’ His words died away into the air, and he sat down on his trunk, wondering whether he should have done that or not. He heard noises above him, and froze.

‘Draco!’ his Father had begun the search for him, and found his room ransacked. ‘Draco Malfoy! Come here right now!’ he commanded loudly, his voice from three feet above echoing through the vast house. It was loud and bone-chilling and Draco stared avidly out of the window.

‘Please Mikayla,’ he begged. ‘Please get here and save me.’

***

“Mikayla!’ Priya called to her, and she turned to the Eagle, her ears picking up Draco’s first message. She mounted Priya, and they began to fly South. Suddenly, she heard the second one, and fear gripped her heart.

‘Fly Priya, show me the meaning of haste!’ Priya flew faster than she had flown before, and Mikayla saw Draco sitting at a window, searching the skyline desperately. He turned as the door to the library opened, and Lucius stormed in triumphantly.

***

‘Where do you think you’re going?’ he spat acidly, and Draco felt his hand begin to shake. He took hold of his trunk to stop it.
‘I don’t know. as far away from here as possible.’ Lucius laughed.

‘You will never leave this house again without my permission Draco,’ he said silkily, pulling out his wand. Draco stumbled back, when a screech made him turn. Lucius looked past him to see an Eagle approaching with a girl riding on the back. Her brown hair that fell flawlessly straight was streaming behind her as they flew faster than anything Draco or Lucius has ever seen. A hand was offered to Draco as she approached the window.

‘Goodbye Father,’ Draco said quietly, before taking it. Both his arms immediately groaned in pain and complained as the trunk hung heavily on his left arm, his weight on the right. His Father rushed to the window, wand at the ready, but Priya had circled away already, and was soaring up to be concealed in the low clouds. Draco watched his home disappear, his gut squeezing itself tightly. He looked up into Mikayla’s face and saw the set jaw and hard determination that he recognised as one of Harry Potter’s distinguishing features. She clung to him tightly, and he found his energy leave him as she tried to pull him up onto the back of the bird.

‘Listen Draco. I can’t do this alone.’ Her voice sounded soft, gentle, yet laced with steel. It sounded powerful, and he felt the power penetrate him. He found his last reserve of strength, and jerked upwards as she pulled, and found himself transferred onto the Eagle’s back. The wind ran through his hair, blowing it back vigorously, as Mikayla secured his trunk. He swayed unsteadily, and she grabbed his hands, wrapping them around her waist. He lay his head on her back, his relief at being gone from the house of pain and torture overshadowed by something. he had pushed his grief away at his realisation that he had to get out. Now that he was out, he felt the grief flood back so quickly, he let out a heart-wrenching cry. His eyes swimming with tears. He didn’t feel the Eagle land on a cliff. He only felt soft arms going around his waist and neck to cradle him gently as he cried. He cried for the pain his Mother had felt. He cried for the pain he felt. He cried for the loss of his Mother. But, most of all, he cried for the life she could have led.