The Kindly Ones

Chapter Four

The Kindly Ones

Sweet Dreams are made of these . . . .

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\"The trouble with life is that there\'s no background music.\"
Anonymous


The only noise that broke the silence of the big bedroom, was the gentle snores of a the sleeper.
A giant four poster bed, sat on it’s raised section of floor. The gentle snores slipped through
the heavy green and gold velvet curtains surrounding the bed. The room and not decorated in a
particular style it just looked like a place that had had furniture added to it over a very long
time. A Queen Anne settee sat next to a Ezy- boy chair in front of the fire.

The walls were the same next as oil painting’s of long forgotten relatives and country scenes
sat next to modern posters of sports stars and entertainers all plastering the walls.
A heady scent of Sandalwood drifted through the room. Several large glass windows took
up one wall of the bedroom, and an ill closed curtain whose fabric matched the lush velvets
used in the bed curtains was open slightly and a sun beam shone through catching the floating
dust in it’s beam. As chance would judge it, the sun beam slid as if it were treacle over
the room and slipt through a crack in the bed’s curtains and found the sleepers eyes.

\"No evil sun light bad.\" the waking sleeper mumbled and rolled over burying their head in
a pillow. But the sun beam had done it’s evil work and they were now awake.

A new day dawned and it was time to get out of bed and face the world. Could life be any better.

Crawling over the bedcovers, the sleeper shoved a curtain to the side and slowly made his way
out of bed. With eye’s still mostly shut he stumbled over to a door on the opposite side of the
room, knocking into several chairs and tables as he made his way over. Looking at the door
it took the sleep walker a few moments to remember how to use a door knob then a couple more
to turn it.

On the other side of the door a gleaming realm of marble and gold leaf greeted the boy.
Large windows were open and shone a bright sunlight into the bathroom. A huge bath took
up most of the room, it was practically a small pool, but it was empty .

A small gold statue of a water nymph and a cornucopia would have let water fill the bath
but the stumbling sleeper by passed the bath and instead made their way to a milky glass
sided shower. Etched into the glass sea creatures played picked out in bright glass colours.
With a quick turn of a knob and the shower started to fill with steam.

Slipping out of the silver boxers he had been wearing to sleep in the sleeper, stepped
into the shower and as the water poured down on their silver head, awareness slowly poured
into their grey eyes. Till finally Draco Malfoy was awake. With a quick verbal order a
wizard radio started up and music flooded the bathroom. If you listen closely you can hear
Draco singing along to a wizarding cover of a popular muggle song. \"I’m a believer, I couldn’t
leave her if I tried.\" Draco’s light voice that still couldn’t hit any high notes floated
through the bathroom.

Deep forest green towels were lined up on a rail beside the shower
stepping out Draco grabbed a couple and dried himself off.
Catching his shoulder length hair up in a twisted towel.

Sitting down to a light breakfast opposite his mother,. Draco had a plate of toast and
tomato’s with a fine bone china tea cup of hot sweet tea in one hand.

Staring at the plate he watched his mother across the table as she sipped on her own coffee
filled with espresso so thick as to float a spoon. No one in the Malfoy family were morning
people. As the morning sunlight hit her face, Draco’s mother gave a pained little
smiled sipped her coffee.

\"Draco what have I told you about entering my dreams without my permission.\"
Draco swallowed his toast and grinned and spoke in slow monotone as if it was something
he had said many times.

\"Not to do it, because it is impolite to violate someone‘s privacy and Malfoy‘s are never
impolite. Raving lunatics but never impolite.\" Narcissa sat her coffee mug down,

\"Now that’s unfair your father is not a ’raving lunatic’ he just has these strange ideas.
That no one else understands.\" Draco laughed and picked up his tea cup.

\"It wasn’t so much that he had strange ideas Mum. It was just that against all possible
evidence he still supported Voldemort Dictatorships never last for long and those that
surround the dictator always end up dead. He should have paid more attention to muggle
politics or any politics for that.\" Picking up the paper that was sitting beside her
plate Narcissa flipped through the pages.

\"Honey, are you going to go into Diagon Alley today? I know you’ve been putting it off
for a while.\" Draco swallowed some more tea.

\"I can’t really put it off for much longer
can I, I have to be on the train tommorow. People shouldn’t judge me because of my father.
It’s not like insanity is hereditary?\" Narcissa didn’t look up from her paper.

\"Well there was your uncle Maladict, who said that a pig was his wife attacked everyone
when he found out Grandfather Malfoy had it killed salted it and cured for bacon.\"

\"You know there may be something in this whole pureblood mess that someone should take
a closer look at. Where there any other mad relatives locked in the attic?\"

\"Well, I had a great-aunt Icarina who declared a sofa cushion the new king of England.\"
Draco shook his head and continued eating his breakfast.

Back in his room Draco thought about his fathers imprisonment, after supporting Voldemort.
While he did love his father that didn’t mean the had to like him or support any of his
ideas. As he looked at what his Dad had done to help Voldemort grow in power he didn’t
understand why a man who was supposedly so intelligent was acting so stupidly.

When in history has a political group that tried to take power through violence in
the past hundred years, not been taken back down within a few years. Walking over to
storage closet set into his dressing room, he started to pull out his school truck
and the other items he hadn’t looked at since coming home from the holidays.

You know when he thought about it, after the one time he had been forced to go to a
meeting with his Dad, the torture and stupid violence that Voldemort meted out to
his servants for the littlest thing completely squashed any thought he may have
had in humouring his father.

A leader that tortures his top supporters is stupid no questions asked.
These are the people that brought you to power that hold up your power base,
you don’t cause them inexcusable pain every time the houselves make your coffee
the wrong way. Men like his father and the other pure blood supporters are powerful
in their own right. If he wanted to get rid of them just kill them out right.

These thoughts floated through his mind as he went through his wardrobe, tossing
clothes everywhere in his search for his favourite robes. While he did agree that
Mudblood’s needed to be better educated about the wizarding world before they are
thrust into it at the tender age of eleven.

He didn\'t think that they should did any more, his father ‘s doctrine, had been driven
from his mind after years of walking the dreams of muggle born at Hogwarts.
They were underneath all the differences just like him. Pilling up the robes he was
taking onto his bed Draco turned to face another wardrobe and started sorting thought the shoes.


He hadn’t truly thought about his perceptions of others until he started unwittingly
walking through their dreams. It had started one summer when he was twelve, his dreams
had begun to get more vivid and real. The colours were brighter and what was happening
in them seemed more important than the world around him. It wasn’t until he had wandered
into his mother’s dreams that he had discovered what he was, a Nyx.

He was able to take part in and change other people’s dream’s and what he did could
affect the outside world. After having his ear chewed off by Narcissa Draco had made
sure to take care of what he did in dreams, after her describing how being stuck inside
someone’s unconscious until the next time they slept could create very big problems.
Something to do with the conscious minds melding and the pain of a thousand paper cuts.

What ever would have happened if he had not been caught by his mum would not have been
good. A persons dreams told the secrets of their unconscious and after spending a year
unwittingly walking through the dreams of his Slytherine roommates Crabbe and Goyle he
now tended to keep strong walls around his mind at night to stop his conscious wandering.
No one wants to know certain things about the people that you share a room with.

A fleeting image of a sheep slipped through his mind before he forced himself to start
humming and shove the picture away. \"I’m a believer . . . . \"

Everything was nearly ready for a new year at Hogwarts, going back to a school he considered
the last place that a sane person should ever enter didn’t really please Draco.

It wasn’t that Hogwarts was a bad school it was just that after the shit that had happened
to his family over the past few months he didn’t know if he could stand the crap that would
be showered upon him from the more righteous than god Gryffindors.

The day before his last train trip to Hogwarts and he had put off his visit to Diagon
alley as long as possible. In the flo room of Malfoy manor several doors in an octagonal
shaped room opened into several smaller rooms all containing separate fireplaces all
connected to the network. Draco could remember some of his parents parties filling all
the fire places and always busy, when he was smaller before Voldemort arose from the grave
like a bad Chinese meal.

With a quick use of the flo network Draco and his mother were at Diagon alley.
People on the street watched carefully the mother and son as they emerged from a
public fireplace, while Lucius imprisonment had placed an indelible mark against
the Malfoy name money always gave leeway. As had been proven in the past you could
kill your own grandmother in front of a hundred witnesses but as long as you had money
you could get away with it.

The street was filled with busy shoppers and wandering tourists. Voldemorts rise
had slowed since the monumental cock up of the ministry attack.

Malfoy thought about the few attacks that had been heard about. No one was
hearing any thing in the magical media about attacks on anyone. If something
had been happening for the past year it had been carefully hidden from the public.
As Draco peered around the street which made him think of an ant’s nest, it didn’t look
like to him that any one really cared about Voldemorts rise, maybe it was just his close
family connection to the great Twats power struggle but with his fathers presence he
could always imagine the dark lord hiding behind bushes and under his bed since
he was an infant.

That these people went about their business so completely unaware of the what was
happening in he world around him offended him in some way he could didn’t describe.
As he followed Narcissa around the street feeling as uncomfortable as a seventeen
year old can feel when they go shopping with their mothers, the utter ignorance that
people showed to anything happening with the world rubbed him the wrong way.

When Narcissa became sidetracked at the Alchemists who had a new supply of perfume
essences, concentrated oil’s produced in muggle fashioned but used by many to make
their own potion type cosmetics and perfume. Draco got a chance to sneak away.

Flourish and Blotts called Draco as he wandered down the street keeping an eye out
for any of his parents friends and their kids, it’s not paranoia if they really are
after you. He had their new catalogue arrive in the post the other day and they
had some new books on dream interpretation out.

While he didn’t think what he saw in other people\'s dreams showed the future.
When he saw Pansy Parkinson dreaming about being chased by giant purple hiking
boots he kind of wanted to know what the hell that was about. And he had had a
strange dream last night, even with all his training with his mother all he could
remember was feathers, dark, blue feathers, he really wanted to now what it meant.

The stores towering shelves were filled with books, it was a civil suite waiting
to happen. Picking up the new books, \"What happens if you land? Death in the dreamscape\' and

\"Lions Tigers and Bears, what animals represent in your dreams.\" After quickly picking
up copies of these Draco wandered around the store reading flyleafs, and back covers,
thankfully he had picked up his text books earlier. Passing down tight shelves
Draco kept his head down as he searched the shelves. A reader was squatting down
staring intently at a book in his hands was completely missed by Draco.

As he stumbled into the shopper he fell forwards over their back and rolled
into a crouch facing the now stunned Harry Potter. Draco stared into the moss
green eyes of the self righteous git he always thought of as Harry Potter.

\"Watch where your bloody going you moron.\" Draco pulled himself to his feet
and picked up his books he slowly rubbed the dust off his robes. Harry
stared up at Draco and scowled

\"Oh give it a rest you wanker. Why don’t you go back to kissing you fathers
arse and leave me alone.\" Swiping a hand back through his hair Draco looked down
at the-boy -that-couldn‘t-get over-himself.

\"Coming from the boy who would fuck a sheep if Dumbledore told him too you really
shouldn’t say anything.\" Scrambling to his feet Harry leaned towards Draco.

\"So what did you do over the holidays, kick puppies and drown kittens in a sack.
Grow up you weed.\" Stepping backwards, Draco remembered some of the dreams
of his father’s that he had caught before he had reinforced his mental shields.
Killing kittens and puppies were the least of what the sick fucks called Death
Eaters got up too. To Harry a slash of discomfort passed over Draco’s face and
then was gone.

\"Potter I don’t know why you keep coming back to school it’s not like anyone
wants you there. In fact I think more people would be happy if you disappeared
off the face of the earth then if you lived. Everyone loves a martyr.\"
Harry grabbed the book he had been looking at off the shelf.

\"As fun as it has been trading witticisms with you I think you should fuck off
and die now.\" Turning in opposite directions the two red faced boys stormed off.

Draco walked down the Alley with the shrunken books in his pocket. He acknowledged
that he had been an idiot to Potter and his friends but their blind devotion and
belief in the righteousness of their own views was enough to make him spew.

They always thought they were right, that their point of view was the only right one.
Draco saw his mother walking out of the Alchemist and walked towards her.
This year was going to be fucking fabulous he just knew it.

Authors note

I love making up new species. Draco is a magical creature who we will find out more about later.

Sandalwood while smelling nice also reduces Insomnia, stress, sleeplessness, irritability and several others. Well according to an Aromatherapy book of my mothers.
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