A Second Chance

Title: A Second Chance


Author: Liadyn Malfoy


Archived: Fanfiction.net, adult-fanfiction.org, thehexfiles.net


Summary: Draco had a chance with Harry, but ruined it. Now that he's apart from the raven haired Gryffindor he begins to see just what it is that he lost. When they are placed on a mysterious mission is it Draco's second chance at happiness? AU and SLASH! Lot's of OC's.


Rating: NC-17


Pairings: Harry/Draco


Disclaimer: Hey There Guys!!! I know you already know this but I have to tell you again. I don not own Harry Potter or anything related to him. I'm not making money off of any of my stories. I just do this for the fun of it.




Chapter Seven




Draco was awakened, once again, the next morning, this time by a gentle knock on the door. Glancing around blearily for a moment, he eventually climbed out of the bed, making sure that Harry was covered. When the knock sounded again, he made his way to the door and slowly pulled it open.


“Yes?”


“The day welcomes you, my Lord.”


Draco frowned slightly at the sight of the same woman from yesterday, only this time wearing a pale green dress. “Uh...good morning?”


The woman smiled brightly and moved into the room. “Breakfast will be served soon, my Lord.” she responded, brightly as she pulled open the curtains to allow the bright rays of the sun into the room. “The elder has requested your presence in the main dinning room.”


Draco opened his mouth to respond when a entire line of woman wearing the same outfit, but in various colours, flooded into the room and started to tidy up.




“Come my Lord, you must clean up.” the first woman responded, ushering him into the bathroom three other women following them in.


In the middle of the room there was a sunken tub, the water already filling it to it's limits with the faint scent of lavender wafting from the bubbles.


“Who are you and wait is going on?” Draco asked, looking from the tub to the women in the pale green dress.


“My name is Aredhel.” the woman bowed slightly. “I will be watching over you during your stay in the castle, which also includes making sure that you are on time for breakfast.”


“Watching over us?” Draco responded, slightly affronted. “We do not need someone to watch over us.”


Aredhel only smiled and drew a small symbol on her sleeve, effectively removing Draco's clothes, leaving him standing completely starkers.




“Woah!” Draco responded, covering himself quickly. “What the hell do you think you are doing?”




Aredhel drew another series of symbols and Draco found himself pushed backwards and into the tub. “I am ensuring that you have a bath, my Lord.” she responded, nodding to the three woman, who immediately moved to the edges of the tub and started to scrub Draco down while he attempted to fight them off.




“I can bath myself, thank you very much.” Draco snapped, snatching the wash clothe from one of the women.




The woman didn't even bat an eyelash but grabbed up a sweet smelling shampoo and started working it through Draco's hair as the other two continued to scrub him, their hands covering every inch.




“Stop it! You can't just-hey! Watch where you put your hands!”




All at once the three women stopped and backed away.


“It's about bloody time-” He never got to finish the sentence as a large amount of water rained over him, leaving him sputtering in it's wake.




Aredhel dismissed the other three ladies and held a towel out for Draco. “Come, you must be dressed.”




Draco practically growled as he climbed out of the tub. If he had wanted to get out of this place earlier, the urge was know doubled. “Am I allowed to dress myself?” he asked, sarcastically.




“Of course not.” Aredhel responded, leaving the room.


When he re-entered the main room, he was once again assaulted by the three women as they began to dry him off.




“Oh, not again! Get off me!”


“You must keep your voice down, my Lord.” Aredhel responded from her spot on the bed beside Harry. “You will wake him before it is time for him to see the morning.”


Draco lowered his voice but glared at her hand as it rested on Harry's forehead. “Call them off!”


Aredhel stared at him for a moment before doing as he asked. “Alright Ladies, you may leave now.”


All three stopped and bowed to Aredhel before leaving the room. Once they were gone Aredhel stood gracefully and moved to the closet that Draco had missed in his surveying of the room. “While you are within the castle you must dress as is expected of your status. The clothes that you arrived in have been disposed of. While you are in this world it is important that you do not draw more attention to yourself then is necessary. This includes dressing as though you belong here.”




Draco didn't say anything but merely waited.




When Aredhel stepped out of the closet she held an outfit made of a combination of soft leather and flowing cloth. She stepped to the side and hung the outfit to the front of the changing screen. “Please step behind the screen, my Lord.”




Thinking that the day couldn't get any worse, Draco nodded and stepped behind the screen taking the under garments from Aredhel as he passed. “How do you know that outfit will fit?” he asked.




“Do not worry so, my Lord. The outfit will fit.”


Draco sighed and waited for the next pieces of clothing. “Why do you keep calling me that?”


Aredhel took the the thin undershirt and handed it to Draco. “It is what you are.” she responded simply. “While you are in this world you are a lord of this kingdom.”


Draco slipped the shirt on, the material light against his skin. “How can I be a Lord of this kingdom if I am not even from this world?”


Aredhel handed him the rest of the outfit. “Because it is your destiny.”




Draco gave a frustrated sigh and stepped out from behind the screen. “That makes no sense.”




“You will understand in time my lord.” she responded, conjuring up a mirror.




Draco rolled his eyes and stepped up to the mirror. He was pleasantly surprised to say the least. If nothing else, these people certainly knew how to dress. Glancing at himself he went over his outfit. The trousers were made of leather that was a pale cream colour and fit him like a second layer of skin. On his feet he wore a pair of dark blue riding boots that went to his knees. The shirt he was wearing was made of a soft material that wrapped around him lightly and was the same colour as his pants. The final piece of clothing was the robe that he was wearing over his other clothes. It was the same deep blue colour as his boots and clung to his arms and chest but flowed out as it reached his hips. Along the edges was a light cream pattern that matched his trousers and shirt. In all honesty the robe should have been heavy but he was able to move freely in it.




Aredhel smiled and stepped forward and handed him a sword sheath. “I told you it would fit.”




Draco glanced up and raised an eyebrow. “What is that for?”


“You will need it later.” She responded and wrapped it around his waist, underneath of his outer robes. “There. You are ready.”




“What about Harry?”


“You will be back before he awakens. The rebuilding of his muscles is almost complete.”


Draco paled. “The rebuilding of his muscles?”


“Come.” She responded, opening the doors of the room. “Grandfather will explain everything to you.”




Draco sighed and shot one last glance at Harry before following Aredhel out of the room. He followed Aredhel through the large halls of the castle for what felt like forever before they came to a grand set of Mahogany doors. Stepping forward she placed a hand on the center and they opened for her, allowing the two of them into a dinning room that rivaled the one at Malfoy Manor.


“Ah, it is good to see you, young ones.” The Elder smiled from his seat at the head of the table. “Please, come and sit. I am sure that you are both hungry.”


Aredhel bowed in respect before moving to take her spot beside him. “The morning greets you, Grandfather.”


“As it does you, my dear.”




Draco stepped further into the room and took a seat across from Aredhel.


“I trust you slept well, young one?” The Elder asked kindly, looking to Draco.


“Draco. Please call me Draco.” He responded, still tense. Between the new surroundings and his worry for Harry, he wasn't the most comfortable of people. “And yes, thank you. I did.”


“Lord Draco, I'm glad.” The Elder smiled. “But you must relax. You're friend will be awake soon. The healing process is almost complete.”


“She stated that his muscles were being rebuilt.” Draco responded, hoping now he would get some answers to his question. “What happened to him?”


The Elder didn't say anything, instead the doors at the side of the room opened and three women walked in, each carrying a tray. Setting each tray down in front of it's respective owner they removed the lid to reveal a delicious smelling array of food before leaving.




“Please eat.” The Elder responded. “I will answer your questions as you do so.”


Draco glanced down at his own food. He didn't recognize any of it, but it did smell heavenly and his stomach was eager for a taste of it. Picking up his fork he tasted what looked to be some sort of vegetable. To his surprise it was delicious. Heartened he dug into his breakfast, barely remembering his table manners as he recognized his hunger.




Aredhel chuckled softly to herself before beginning her own breakfast.




“Now, in regards to your friend. His condition is only what can be expected after his entrance into this world. This world is protected by a dense surrounding of powerful free magic. While you were protected from this when you entered Gaeilgeoirí, your friend was not. There is only so much magic that your body can absorb before it starts to shut down. The excess magic in your friends body took him to be a threat and immediately started to remove it. It began to eat away at your friends muscles, the first step in destroying him. If it had been allowed to continue it would have moved on to his organs and then finally his bone structure.”




Draco paled, his knuckles white as they gripped his fork. “Is he going to be okay?”




The Elder smiled reassuringly.”It will take some time for him to return to full strength but the magic was caught before it could do too much damage. He will be fine.”


Draco relaxed slightly. “What do you plan to do with us?”




The Elder raised an amused eyebrow. “You are not prisoners here, Lord Draco. You are free to come and go as you please. Although it would be beneficial to learn the ways of Gaeilgeoirí before you attempted to face the outside world. If you would like, there are several people here who would be able and willing to teach you everything you need to know.”




Draco paused, he did have a point. If they were to get out of here they needed to know how first. “That would be great, thank you. Once Harry is awake, I will mention that to him.”


The Elder nodded. “I will speak with the necessary people. Was there any other questions you would like answers to?”


“What about this prophecy?”




“I can not force you into anything, Lord Malfoy. It is your decision as to whether or not you will accept your destiny. No one else but you can make that decision.” The Elder responded honestly. “If you decide to be apart of this war then you will be briefed and included once you have successfully managed to learn how to access our magic.”


Draco nodded, going back to his meal.




After several moments of silence, the Elder smiled. “Your friend is waking.” he responded, simply. “Once he is healed your lessons will begin.”


Draco glanced up at the mention of Harry. “Excuse me.” he responded, getting up and leaving the room quickly.




The Elder watched him go before turning his attention to his Granddaughter. “Go after him Aredhel. He will need your help before long.”




Turning to gaze at her Grandfather, she spoke. “He does not want this Grandfather. Maybe you should seek out his friend. This Harry has a very powerful aura. He may be able to help us.”




“I'm afraid young Harry has a different part to play in the grand scheme of things.” The Elder responded, gently swirling the liquid in his glass. “Give Lord Draco time, he will come to understand.”




“Yes. Grandfather.” Aredhel nodded and stood. “As you wish.”


* * *




Harry groaned softly as he shifted, his entire body felt heavy but thankfully the pain that had engulfed him was no longer present.




“Harry?”




Harry turned his head to the familiar sound and blearily opened his eyes, closing them again as the light in the room made his head spin.




“Close the curtains.”




Harry could hear footsteps in the background and the swish of clothe. Once again he attempted to open his eyes. This time, instead of light blinding him, his eyes slowly began to focus bringing Draco and the room into clear sight.




“Hey.” Draco smiled, giving Harry's hand a squeeze. “How are you feeling?”


“Like a train hit me.”


Draco grinned. “That doesn't surprise me.”


Harry groaned softly as he pushed himself up slightly on the pillows. “What are you wearing?” he mumbled as he eyed Draco, his voice scratchy from lack of use.


Draco chuckled. “After everything you put me through all you can say is 'what are you wearing'?”




“Where are we?”




“You've missed quite a bit, Harry.” Draco responded, brushing the hair out of Harry's eyes. “Let's get you cleaned up and fed and I'll explain everything to you, okay?”


Harry nodded tiredly. “Okay.”


Releasing his hand, Draco stood and pulled back the blankets, then helped Harry out of bed.


Harry felt like he was learning to walk all over again, leaning into Draco as he stood. “My muscles hurt.” he muttered into Draco's chest.




“I know. It'll get better, I promise.” Draco responded, motioning over a young woman Harry didn't recognize. “This is Rebbecca. She's going to help you while you heal.”




Rebbecca bowed in respect before taking Harry's hand and leading him into the washroom. “Come, we shall get you cleaned up in no time.”


The moment Harry was out of the room, another woman entered and made the bed. Raising an eyebrow, Draco turned to Aredhel, who was sitting in one of the chairs by the fireplace. “Are they always like this?” he asked, nodding to what he assumed was a maid.


Aredhel nodded. “It is their job to ensure that the castle remains clean and well organized. They are of great help to all who live in the castle.”


Draco took the seat across from her. “How long do you think it will take Harry to recover completely?”




“It should not take more then a couple days. A lot of the repairing of his muscles took place while he slept.”


Draco nodded and poured Harry a cup of tea. His breakfast had already arrived and was currently under some sort of warming charm so it would keep.


After several moment the door to the washroom opened and Rebbecca guided Harry back into the bedroom suite, wearing the same outfit as Draco but in a deep green colour. Draco moved to help Harry. With a smile, he took Harry's arm. “See, I'm not the only one that thinks that colour suits you.”




Harry shot him a halfhearted smile as he worked on making his way to the table. “You just like it because it represents Slytherin.”




“You know me well.” Draco chuckled and guided Harry into his seat. “Eat, you need it.”


Harry glanced down at the unfamiliar food and then back up at Draco.




“I know, I know.” Draco responded, taking his own seat. “Just trust me. It's really good.”


Harry tentatively tried the food. It is good! He thought surprised.


Draco couldn't hold back the laugh as Harry dug into his food quite forcefully. “I'm glad somethings don't change.”


“Sh'up.” Harry muttered through a mouthful of food.


Draco smirked and waited until Harry was finished before speaking.




“As I was saying before, you've missed quite a bit while you were healing. We've landed in quite a mess.”




Harry raised an eyebrow, feeling much better now that he was clean and full. “Where exactly did we land?”




“Gaeilgeoirí.”




“Where?”




“One of the five worlds.” Draco responded. “If, like me, you thought there was only one world, you were wrong. Apparently there are five different worlds on five different dimensional planes.”




“We're on a different dimensional plane?” Harry asked, confused.


“Yeah, and to make things even more confusing we've become an intricate part of yet another prophecy and our magic doesn't work.”


Harry frowned and attempted to cast a wandless Lumos spell but achieved nothing. “How can our magic not work?”


Aredhel chose that moment to speak up, directing Harry's attention to her. “The basic structure of magic here is different then it is in your world. Here it does not come from within you. It comes from around you.”


“What's she's trying to say is that you have to draw it from your environment. In there case they draw it from the four elements.”


Harry's eyebrows raised. “The elements.”


“Yes. My Grandfather, the elder is able to draw from the earth element and a little from the wind element. I am able to pull from the wind element.”


Draco frowned for a moment. “If your Grandfather is the Elder of the earth clan, would that not make you a member of the Earth clan?”


Aredhel shook her head. “No. The clan system is not hereditary. You are born with the ability to draw on one of the four elements. This is determined by your aura and your personality. Within in one family there may be a member of each clan. A brother may not be a part of the same clan as a his sister.”




“Well, if there is an elder for the Earth clan is there an Elder for the Wind and Water clan as well?”


“Not exactly.” Aredhel explained. “The Earth clan has it's own set of guidelines that differ from the other clans, just as the Wind clan has their own. Within the Earth clan, age and wisdom are held high. So it is natural for the oldest most experienced person in the clan to guide the rest. That is why my Grandfather is the leader. Within the Wind clan, a leader is chosen who is both intelligent and powerful in order to safely protect it's people.”


Harry frowned. “Does that not interfere with the structure of a household when everyone is following different rules and guidelines.”


Aredhel smiled at Harry as he joined the conversation. “No, the importance of family is held above the importance of the clans. When a couple marries, the woman or the sub-dominant member of the relationship accepts all that is their partners clan. For instance, when I marry I will become a part of my husbands clan and my power will shift. Any child under the age of rights is also a part of their fathers clan. When they turn the appropriate age they come into their own powers and leave the household to establish their own within their own clan. Even with the separation the family ties that they have established are still strong.”


Harry took in the explanation. “Okay, so how are we suppose to use our magic if it no longer comes from within us?”


Aredhel was quiet for a moment, studying both men before she spoke softly. “You must be become one of us.”






Author's Note: Dun Dun Dun! I know, I know. How could I? Well it gives you time to review and think over the current possibilites. Well kiddies tune in next time to find out what happens. Don't forget to review.
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