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AN: Thanks goes out to my beta Minako… without her my story would still have shitty grammar and spelling… Also as with every chapter any translations or footnotes will be listed at the bottom along with links to any featured song/s. Credit goes to Dragon Flame Sindarin Translator and Arwen-Undomiel(dot)com…… This story is obviously slightly OOC, for the Death Eaters and Voldie. I know Willow may seem Mary Sue now, but don’t worry she won’t stay like that for long, what with being surrounded by Slytherins all day long. Please if you have the time leave a review it’ll let me know how I’m doing and I would really appreciate the feedback plus they give me nice fuzzy feelings. Not every chapter will start off with song lyrics, although I do intend to have at least one “featured song/music” for download. Just a little extra for the fanficers who took their time to read this. If you find that the link is dead you can email me at heysakuya (at) yahoo .com .

Disclaimer: I do not in any way own or make any profit from either the Harry Potter or Lord of the Rings franchises/characters... All respective rights to Harry Potter belong to J.K. Rowling and all respective rights to Lord of the Rings belong to J.R.R. Tolkien. I just like to pretend… *sigh*

Chapter 4- A Blazing Friendship Begins


Who is Blaise Zabini (excerpt)
By: The Parselmouths

So he didn't say much.
Until our Sixth year at school.
And when he started talking.
We knew that he was cool
He's secure in being a boy now.
And I know I shouldn't dwell.
But now that I stop and think.
He would have made a nice girl as well.

Who?
Is Blaise Zabini.

(WPOV)

The morning’s rays peeked through the silk yellow curtains, the light falling across my face. I wasn’t quite ready to wake up. I tried to shield my eyes to no avail. I rolled onto my back and sighed, I really didn’t want to face a new day in this place. After about five minutes of staring at the ceiling I decided to finally get up and get dressed. As I walked across the room towards the bathroom I caught my reflection in the mirror that sat on my new dresser. I had bags under my eyes from the fitful night of sleep. I looked as tired as I felt. I wondered to myself whether I would ever come to grips with the sudden change in my life or keep pushing it aside until the grief consumed me entirely, probably the latter.

Memories of the previous night started to flood my consciousness. Last night had been surreal. Being marched into the eerily dimmed room with those hooded figures appraising me like I was a prized brooding mare was unsettling; but it was nothing compared to actually coming face to face with him. I had of course been prepared and properly warned of what to expect when meeting him, but that doesn’t abate the shock one bit. He was horrifying to look at, his appearance macabre. I couldn’t bring myself to look away from him though, which frightened me even more. The way he touched me with such ease, as if he’d known me for years, it was unnerving. He had successfully appraised me, altered my name and claimed me within the span of maybe fifteen minutes. I felt thoroughly violated.

The most puzzling part about last night was the vision I had while he was blabbing on and on to his “Death Eaters”. The Dark Lord was speaking to Severus when the vision pulled me out of the present. The vision had a hazy quality to it as if I was standing in a heavy mist. I could see myself standing at the edge of a high tower tilting my face up and looking towards the sky as if the stars were all alit in the clear night. I had funny clothes on, a black robe with a pleated skirt and a grey sweater and a tie. I tried to see the colors of the tie I was wearing fruitlessly. My hair was being blown by the breeze in all directions, I let the cool air caress my skin; my cheeks were flushed and needed to be cooled. I was obviously upset about something. I saw tears swimming in my eyes threatening to fall. I rarely cried, unless something horrible had happened. I wasn’t like most girls back home. I was pretty strong willed and usually shut myself off before the waterworks would start. I quickly wondered what will happen to make me feel this way.

I suddenly saw a pair of hands grip my shoulders from behind and twist my body around until I was facing their owner. It was a boy, just a boy with pale blue eyes, the color of a clear summer sky. He was wearing the same robes I had on, the colors a deep emerald and silver, a snake was embroidered on the pocket of his robes. I could see his colors and not mine, usually my visions were quite clear; it was baffling to me. He had dark brown hair parted to the side, and bow shaped lips, his skin was pale and clear of any imperfections, yes he was very handsome.

He grasped me tighter his fingers bruising my arms as he shook me slightly.

“Where were you? I looked everywhere for you. I expected you to be there!” he hissed.

“I’m not at your beck and call, I have my own plans! I’m not your mistress or your whore to parade around your friends to gawk at!” I shouted in his face. I gasped as I saw this; my own language shocking me. My future self finally allowed the tears to fall.

“Like hell, you’re not, you’re mine and you’ll do as I say.” He gave me another quick shake as if trying to get his absurd claim through my head. Did this boy even know me? Obviously not well enough to know better than to think I was his property. I may be old fashioned, but even I wouldn’t tolerate that from anyone let alone a mere boy. His eyes were boring into mine until they softened and he dropped his hands to his sides. He raised his fingertips to my cheeks and swiped the tears away. He followed their path down to the hollow of my throat. We inched closer together until his forehead rested upon mine. My future self gripped the nape of his neck and tugged on his hair softly.

“I was just worried. I don’t like it when you’re not near, it makes me anxious.” He confessed. “I didn’t mean to shout at you. Forgive me?” he looked up at me through his dark lashes and smiled gently, trying to placate me no doubt.

I admit it was endearing and apparently my future self forgave him instantly, in the vision I ran my fingers through his hair and sighed.

“Onónion.*”

He caressed the sides of my face and tilted it upwards gaining access to my lips. He brushed his lips softly against mine. His sky-blue orbs still trained on my eyes and I could almost feel the gentle pressure of his kiss. The vision of it was so intense. Suddenly I felt a nagging tugging sensation on my scalp. Abruptly I was yanked out of the vision of the handsome boy with those startling eyes into the present.

I had to blink a few times as I was still staring into the same blue eyes. I finally focused and realized that those eyes belonged to the Dark Lord who was idly playing with a strand of my hair. I was so startled by his closeness that I yanked my head to the side and ripped my hair away from him. He threw me a scornful look being displeased by my reaction to him. I threw an angry glance right back. I was no pushover, but I knew when I was pressing my luck. I relaxed slightly bringing my guard temporally down to show my acquiescence. He addressed Narcissa as he stared into my eyes and I couldn’t get over the fact that his eyes were so like the boy’s in the vision, I couldn’t shake the similarities.

As I looked into the mirror I wondered how long I would be stuck in this time; would I be here forever? I just wanted to go back home to the friends and family I loved so dearly. How long had they looked for me? Did they assume I had met the same fate as Rian? Did they hold a funeral and memorial in my honor? What became of my brothers and of the kingdom we all shared? There was no way of knowing, it had been so long that any evidence of its existence was literally dust. Being immortal would I have eventually lived so long that I would be here anyways? I doubted that, Severus informed me that no other immortal elves of the Valor were living. They eventually all met their end. I was the last of a race that was no longer in existence.

I suppose I was grateful that the Dark Lord had seen me coming. How he knew I wasn’t sure, but I was thankful nonetheless. Severus told me that if I had been found by those people he called muggles, they would have probably locked me away thinking I was crazy. Nobody would have believed me, if I had told them the truth, so it was a good thing that he had discovered me when he had.

A knock on my door brought me out of my reverie.

“Come in.”

The door slowly opened and in walked Narcissa looking as lovely as the night before. She had a kind smile plastered on her face. I sensed a vibe of excitement emanating off of her?

“You’re not dressed yet? Come we have to hurry I told him I would take you out today and get your supplies.” She said breathlessly.

I chuckled, “You seem to be excited about a simple trip to a market to get a few things.”

She sat down on my bed and grinned, “Oh but dear we’re not going to any old market.”

“Where are we going,” I asked.

“I’m taking you to Diagon Alley.”

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To say I was overwhelmed was an understatement. Narcissa apparently had a penchant for shopping as I soon learned. She wasted no time in dragging me to every shop on the cobblestone street. Well, as soon as I got over the initial shock of using the fireplace to travel there to begin with. I believe she called it a floo? What a funny word, floo. It was such a rush going through those green flames, even though it took Narcissa ten minutes to convince me that the fire wouldn’t burn me.

She first took me to buy some books at Flourish and Blotts for my training she said. I was enthralled by all the books with their moving covers and flashing titles. As Narcissa addressed one of the workers of the shop I idly ran my fingers over all the different colored bindings. Reading was always a great hobby of mine over the years. Being as old as I am, you have to find ways to pass the time. My brothers and I spent a lot of time in the massive library at Minas Tirith, we studied our different histories thoroughly and we prided ourselves as scholars in our kingdom.

Next Narcissa took me to a shop with small boxes lining the walls all the way to the ceiling. It was quite dusty in there and I had to repeatedly sneeze to clear my eyes and nose from all the grim. She walked up to an old and withered looking man.

“Hello Mr. Ollivander, how are you?” Narcissa greeted the man in a bored droll.

“Oh hello Mrs. Malfoy I’ve been doing just fine.” Mr. Ollivander said, brightly. “May I ask what brings you into my shop today? Looking for a new wand?”

“Not for me”, she explained to the old man. “My cousin seems to have broken hers and is in need of a new one.”

So I was playing the role of younger cousin for this little trip, I could do that. I walked towards the small counter that the man was standing behind.

“Hello.” I greeted with a small smile.

“Oh what a lovely girl, she does seem to have those Malfoy eyes, is she from your side or your husband’s?”

“Oh mine, Lucius has limited family, but she does favor him. I can see what you mean. So do you have any recommendations?”

“Well, we can try a few and see what wands prefer her.” He offered.

I stepped forward with my eyebrows knitted together in confusion.

“Don’t you mean what wands I prefer?” I asked.

“Oh no my dear; the wand chooses the witch or wizard not the other way around. Wandlore is a very tricky branch of magic and very mysterious indeed. Surely you must have known this already. Didn’t the wandmaker who made your first wand explain all of this to you?”

I immediately recognized my mistake. I should have already known this; I need to get better at pretending I knew all of this magical stuff. I decided that the less I say the better.

“I’m sorry I must have just forgotten. I’ve had a long trip.” I blundered.

“That’s ok, let me run to the back and grab some.”

Narcissa turned towards me after the small man had disappeared behind one of the many shelves of the store and whispered in my ear.

“I think it would be better if you save the questions for me,” she said. “We don’t want anyone to question you more about your background. Just stick with the pleasantries for now.”

“Díheno anim.*” I looked down and shuffled my feet. Narcissa just stepped back with a kind smile on her face, trying to reassure me.

She whispered once more “Relax and try to enjoy this… It’s kind of a big deal getting your first wand. It’s an important rite of passage as a witch or wizard. Don’t be surprised if it takes awhile to find one though. I took me two whole hours before I found my first wand.”


I took a deep breath and waited for the man to return. He stumbled out from behind the shelves with an armful of the small boxes. He placed them all on the counter and picked up the first box.
“Ok, let’s start.”

Fifteen minutes and nine wands later we still hadn’t found a proper wand. Every time I flicked one to test it something disastrous would happen. Vases were shattered and papers scattered all over the small dingy shop.

“What’s your name dear?” the man named Ollivander asked.

“Um Tathar… oh I mean Willow, it’s Willow in English.” I corrected myself.

“Hum, Willow is it?” he said absentmindedly. “Well, that might be our problem. Maybe if we tried this one.”

He handed me a light caramel colored wand with beautiful etchings of cherry blossoms along its sides. I flicked the wand in my hand and a sudden rush of warmth filled me. A few sparks shot out of its tip as well.

“Oh yes I think it found you. It’s 10 ¾ inches long has a unicorn hair core and is coincidently made from willow.”

“Oh it’s very pretty. I like it.” I oohed and ahhed over the pretty stick of wood in my hands.

After Narcissa settled the account she took me to a shop called Madam Malkin's Robes for some new clothes. This was the part I hated. Even back in my own time I detested being fitted for new clothes and was relieved when we were finally finished two hours and sixteen pinpricks later.
My ankles and shoulders will definitely be sore in the morning from that shopkeeper’s lack of coordination.

The last shop that we stopped at was a pet store apparently filled with all sorts of birds in different colors and sizes.

“What is this store called?” I asked Narcissa.

“Eeylops Owl Emporium, we’re here to pick out an owl for you. You’ll need one when you eventually go to Hogwarts, so that you could correspond with me back at the manor.”

“Oh, will it be like a pet? Wait, what do you mean correspond with?”

“We in the Wizarding world use owls to send letters and other news to each other, they’ve all been trained to act as our post-carriers. Also, yes, if you prefer to treat him as a pet, you certainly may.”

We walked around the shop eyeing all the pretty owls in their cages until a pretty black hawk owl caught my eye.

“Oh look at this one, he’s pretty, or at least I think it’s a he.” I motioned Narcissa and the shopkeeper over with a wave of my hand.

“Yes it’s a he, interested?” the shopkeeper asked.

“Yes, could you charge our account and deliver him to the manor?” Narcissa requested.

“Of course, right away.”

The shopkeeper grabbed the owl’s cage and took him towards the back of the shop while Narcissa steered me out.

“Ok I think we’re all set, so what are you going to name him? You really did pick out quite a handsome owl.”

“Oh I’m not sure, maybe… Elenion.”

“Oh that’s a pretty name, what does it mean?” Narcissa asked.

“It means ‘a star’ or ‘Stellan’ in your language. I think it fits him, being as dark as the night sky but filled with such light.”

“Yes you’re right it fits and very poetic. Ready to head home, we’ve had a long day.” Narcissa asked.

“Definitely.” I agreed.

************

(Four days later)

(WPOV)

Today was the day that Narcissa and Lucius’s son Draco was suppose to come home from the Wizarding School he attends. I’ve been told countless times since I have been here that I would one day attend as well. My first lessons with Narcissa had gone extremely well. She told me I was a natural and at the pace I was learning I would be able to attend within a year. I have to admit the magic I was learning was amazing and fun even if it was just the basics. I was always ready to learn more, and I feared I was wearing Narcissa down with my eagerness. The distraction was definitely needed, although I still cried at night and grieved over my family that I was sure I would never see again. I desperately tried to keep from dwelling on something I had no control over. I welcomed any diversion to my grief with open arms.

I was a little nervous about meeting their son. How would he react when he learned that a strange girl had moved into his wing of the manor that he usually had all to himself? I had seen countless portraits of Draco and his family in the halls of the manor. He looked like such a sweet child when he was younger, all smiles and dimpled cheeks. I noticed though that as he grew older the smiles turned from sugary innocence to a more conceited nature. The boy exuded egotism. Narcissa had reassured me that Draco had been notified of his new wing-mate and that he would behave as a gentleman. Narcissa was busy ordering the house elves to prepare for her son’s arrival. It was obvious that Narcissa adored her son and would give him the world if he asked.

I watched Narcissa fretting over the house elves and decided that I would help them out by distracting her. Those poor things were worked to death. It was baffling to me how they were so ecstatic to be slave driven. I got up from the bay window seat I was perched on and made my way across the room where I feared Narcissa was about to have a conniption.

“Narcissa, do you need any help? I could help get things in order for you.” I offered.

“No I think the house elves have it. I just want to make sure everything is ready for him when he arrives.”

She looked around seeing if anyone might be around and leaned into my ear.

“It’s hard managing my teenage son and the Dark Lord at once.” She sighed.

She wrapped an arm around me and led me towards the foyer. We walked to one of the plush green couches and sat. She turned towards me and looked down. I knew she wanted to ask me something. I decided to prod her a little more.

“What is it Narcissa? You can tell me anything, your family has shown me nothing but kindness since you’ve taken me in, I’m in your debt.”

She smiled at me and sighed.

“You read me so well. I do have something to ask. Between preparing you for school and making sure the Dark Lord’s needs are met here I won’t have as much time to spend with Draco. I was going to ask if you can keep an eye on him.”

I looked at Narcissa flabbergasted.

“I really don’t think your son would want a girl spying on him.”

“Oh don’t be silly”, she waved me off. “You wouldn’t be spying on him. You would just be making sure he stays out of trouble for the most part.”

“What trouble could he possibly get into?” I asked.

“He’s a teenage boy,” Narcissa said. “Lots.”

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The sunset was breathtaking, the colors a vibrant scarlet and violet. I watched the sun fall away into the horizon at the bay window in the Malfoy’s expansive library. I liked to spend my free time here and browse the aisles of books in the massive room. It was rare anyone would come in here. I had not run into the Dark Lord since that second night at the Manor, and I wanted to keep it that way. I figured I was safe among my little personal haven of books.

Narcissa scurried into the library surprising me.

“There you are,” she said, clearly annoyed that I was in here. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you. Even the house elves couldn’t find you. He’s here and he’s brought a few of his friends. I’d like to introduce you to them.”

The excitement was rolling off of her in waves. For a moment I couldn’t place who she was talking about, but suddenly it hit me. She looked so happy to have her son back home and I couldn’t help but chuckle at her giddiness.

“Lead me to him.” I said.

We quickly walked outside to the patio that was surrounded by the gardens that encased the manor. I could see a group of five boys gathered together sitting and laughing raucously amongst themselves. They were completely unaware of our presence. I could clearly pick out Draco in the group. His trademark-blonde Malfoy locks standing out.

Narcissa cleared her throat to gain their attention. It amazed me how one minute she could be warm and kind and then turn to cold and serious, but I suppose all mothers have that trait, I know mine did. The boys all turned to look at us and instantly straightened up, a few stood in greeting.

“Draco, this is Willow she’ll be staying here with us in the future. She will be sharing your wing of the manor,” she said this very matter-of-factly. As if Draco had best not argue with her, and he didn’t.

“Now boys come introduce yourselves and cordial about it,” she sneered.

Narcissa turned and started to walk away. What? She was going to leave me here by myself with these boys? What do I do now? She did it on purpose, the little sneak. I turned back and looked at the boys. They were all smiling slightly, almost deviously. I was starting to get nervous. To break the awkwardness I stepped forward and introduced myself turning to look at Draco and addressing him first.

“Hi, I’m Willow, your Mum has told me so much about you.” I blushed hotly.

“She has huh? Hope she hasn’t been bad-mouthing me.” He smirked.

“Of course not, just the opposite actually.” I stammered out.

“I was just joking, come on I’ll introduce you to my friends.”

He stepped closer to me and placed his hand on the small of my back leading me to the rest of the group. We stopped first at a pair of boys sitting on one of the benches in front of a large rosebush. The first boy was rather husky and looked like he was about to turn into a tomato his face was so red. He was obviously shy and that trait was quite endearing. The other was a tall bloke who had a blank expression on his face. He looked like he was having difficulty concentrating on one thing at a time the way his eyes shifted back and forth. Draco gently pushed me forward and started the introductions.

“This is Crabbe and Goyle, pay no attention to them, they’re mainly there for the background.” He sniggered.

My eyes widened, is this how he spoke of his friends? And in front of them no less. I was quite shocked. Crabbe noticed and cleared his throat.

“He’s kidding; he likes to give us a hard time.” The portly boy said.

“Yeah yeah whatever here let me introduce you to my buddy Nott.” Draco snapped.

We turned around and faced a tall and skinny boy. He had a rather mousy smile and was rather stringy looking physique. He stood from his seat in the garden and stepped forward. He stretched out his hand and shook mine vigorously.

“Hi I’m Theodore Nott.” He smiled.

“Okay Nott don’t shake the poor girl’s arm off. I’m sure she’ll need it in the future!” Draco laughed. I heard a snickering coming from behind us and saw the last boy leaning against a tree. He was a dark boy with brown eyes and shortly cropped hair. He looked bored; he rolled his eyes and looked at me.

“What’s your problem?” I snapped.

“Oh nothing, I just think it’s hilarious that they’re all fawning all over you already. Bloody idiots.” He laughed.

I appraised him slowly; he had a confident demeanor but seemed easy going as well. I liked the fact that he didn’t jump up automatically to greet me. His lack of eagerness actually made me feel better in an odd way.

“Yeah I get that a lot actually. It can get tiring.” I laughed back.

He pushed himself off of his perch on the tree trunk and walked towards Draco and I. He stopped and leaned down to look into my eyes, he was so tall that he had to nearly double himself over to reach my eye level.

“What’s wrong with your eyes?” he asked with his eyebrows knitted together.

“Uh, excuse me?”

“Your eyes look funny,” he wondered aloud. “What are you?”

“Well, I’d ask you the same thing, you over-grown blunt git!” I snapped.

He laughed uproariously and turned to Draco hitting his arm.

“I like her already.” He chuckled

“Stupid git!” I muttered under my breath as the sounds of soft laughter surrounded me.


AN:
Ok so that was just a little filler chapter, the Heir of Slytherin makes his return next chapter and also the story will finally have a hint of the NC-17 rating that I gave it… Just be forewarned..

Here is “Who is Blaise Zabini” by: the Parselmouths, I think this song is hilarious, poor Blaise and his vague gender references, and so far it’s the only Blaise song I could find in wrock. I listen to a lot of wrock while I’m writing, it always puts me in a Potter mood, and you’ll be seeing it a lot in the future.

hxxp :// www. mediafire(dot)com /?qhodtnmmdu4
(delete spaces and change xx=tt)

***As a huge fan of Wrock and out of respect to the members of these wizard rock bands I ask that if you do download this track that you please check out their myspace page and buy their music directly from them or itunes. This song is just a small introduction to this particular band.

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Translations/Footnotes:

Onónion- Tom; literal translation is Thomas with the definitive meaning, infidel or unfaithful. (I think it’s funny how his name has the word onion in it in Sindarin.)

Díheno anim- I’m sorry or forgive me.