Present Mixed in the Past

Chapter 32| Seeing and Being Death

The next month was learning about Creature Inheritances and the ones that have been most commonly found within what types of Purebloods. Apparently, some centuries back, the Malfoys were well known for their feathered Inheritances while the Princes were known for their nocturnal ones. It was nice knowing that at least some part of him was still that ancient line of Malfoy, though he questioned the Dragon part. Why was he a dragon as well as a raven?

Draco rubbed his face, alone in Slytherin's office. He kind of found it thanks to Hogwarts. He didn't understand why, but he wasn't complaining, especially since it gave him a place for his thoughts.

"Call for me whenever you're ready to question." A wispy voice murmured into his ear.

He frowned, looking around rapidly before relaxing a little. He had heard that voice before, in his first dream. The man looked a lot like him, with a smiling face and calm eyes paired with near white hair.

"Vendetta Malfoy, I want to talk." He muttered.

For a moment, nothing changed, and he once again thought that it was nothing more than a dream. Then the room grew dark and cold, his breath nearly being stolen away. It was similar to how it felt when the Dementors came, yet this was stronger and just a bit more comforting.

"I was wondering when you would believe in yourself." A cool voice hummed as a blond man in a black and grey toga walked out of the shadows.

His soft eyes were filled with pride as he glided over to the empty chair across from the old soul. He sat down and smiled to his youngest grandson; it was too muddled to really say any different.

Draco stared at him with wide eyes, frozen to his seat. He then leaned down and covered his face. It was all real. He had truly acted that way, he had felt that way! And Potter... His fingers drifted down to his lips, a sudden chapped warmth growing there.

"I really died?" Those words were spoken in a tone of wonderment, his eyes drifting up to the old God.

He nodded, a frown on his face.

"Do you remember our conversation?" He asked suddenly.

Draco felt his lips twitch into a smirk. Of course, he remembered that. He couldn't have tried to push that away even if he wanted to it.

"I-"

Suddenly, both Malfoys groaned in pain as a searing burn traveled down their spines and spread throughout their bodies. The pain lasted for only a moment, but it was still hell to experience.

"What was that?" The younger of the two hissed.

Vendetta held a nasty scowl, his soft eyes becoming nothing but distant voids.

"That would be someone improperly using the Elder Wand. It was one of the things that I wish to discuss with you now that you have remembered everything..." The God paused for a moment. "You do still accept taking over my role?" He quirked an eyebrow at the young Malfoy.

The other raised one back, an unamused look on his face.

"Why didn't we discuss this in my office?"

The edges of the God's lips twitched in amusement. It was so strange seeing two new Gods be so close to mirroring each other. Then again, they had spent two centuries with each other, they were bound to pick up on similar habits.

"Because I knew you weren't going to accept it. Your eyes can't lie to Death, Draco." Vendetta paused before a teasing smirk crossed his face. "Or to Harry."

A deep blush formed on the pale boy's face before he scowled at his ancestor.

"Enough! On the topic!" He demanded.