Chilled Legacy

Chilled Legacy V

A/N: I'M BACK!
This chapter was originally 6k words, but I split it in 2. Chapter 6 is already complete. I just need to edit it, so I should be posting it sometime this week.
Enjoy!
-lauralydney

Chilled Legacy V

"Come again?"

"You heard me," Potter said. "Can we talk?"

"I..."

Regardless of what Draco planned to say, Harry walked over to him and sat down.

Ah yes. How may I assist you, oh great chosen one?

Even with the lack of hostility between them, Harry was clearly both disgusted and uncomfortable in Draco's presence.
The young wizard recalled an old novel he once read. "Talk!" by Lisa Evermont. Not a very well-known British witch, but the book was decent.
He couldn't help but compare himself to the main character, Lucas. Always at loss for words these days. A million and one thoughts per second, but not a croaking noise to compensate.

It had been very boring road trips that lead Draco to read such a depressing tale. That much he could pinpoint. When the tale had turned to his life was still lost in the sea of questions.

"You know a lot about the dark arts, yes?"

The familiar boasting sensation rose to his throat, but was quickly shut down when the verse rang in his head:
From blast of cold will come dark art, and a ruler with a frozen heart.

How stupid did Potter think he was? Of course! That's why he was here at Hogwarts. Wonder boy couldn't help but come to the rescue again. Draco bit the inside of his cheek, drawing blood. He had to get himself out of the suspect list.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Draco meant to say harshly, but it came out empty, like a ghost trying to look alive.

Harry raised an eyebrow. "Nothing. Just that...well, you probably know more about curses than I do. Can you tell me anything about this one?"

Uh, yeah.
"No."

Harry mistook his defensive manor for rudeness. He was standing up to leave when Draco asked, "What makes you think it's a curse?"

"What? You think it isn't?"

"Of course it is. It has all the aspects of dark magic. Spontaneous and unpredictable."

Play along. If you try to help you'd be the last on his kill list.

"Have you ever seen anything like it?"

"Not personally. I hear the native Sami dealt with these types of curses often."

Harry's eyes widened. Draco realized he actually did know more than he should. No one had to tell him it was a curse.
Answering the basic questions was necessary. When the more complex ones came he'd lead Harry down empty rabbit trails.

"Would you happen to have any idea on how to stop it? Find out who's doing this?"

Bingo.

Draco leaned back and bit his lip, pretending to think about it.

The library was empty. Each little move he made echoed throughout the halls. Could Harry hear his pulsating heart? The fresh wind of depravity? The need use his powers gnawing at his insides?
Pain must be a side effect. The snow did him more harm than good.

"I'd go with examining the areas the snow is most present in. You might find your answer there. As for whose doing it? Check the student records for new arrivals. People who've never been to this school before should be your first suspect."