Title: Draco Malfoy and the Legimens Glimpses
Sequel to: Chloe Sullivan and the Secret Snarking
Characters: Chloe/Draco, Lana/Blaise, Severus Snape, Bellatrix Lestrange, Lord Voldemort, Theodore Nott, Marcus Flint, Lucius Malfoy, Pansy Parkinson, Daphne Greengrass, Astoria Greengrass
Fandoms: Smallville/Harry Potter
Disclaimer: Don't own
Summary: When Rosier starts attending Hogwarts while Polyjuiced as Bulstrode Draco sees this as the perfect opportunity to use his Legimens ability to read her mind and discover once and for all why Chloe, Rosier and Gaunt are so important to the Dark Lord.
No one knew about his bi-weekly meetings with his godfather, and the grueling Occlumency and Legilimency lessons he'd been undergoing for the last two years.
One had to empty oneself of emotion, which made it that much easier for a Slytherin. Fools who wore their hearts proudly on their sleeves, who could not control their emotions, who wallowed in sad memories and allowed themselves to be provoked easily...weak people...they stood no chance against the Dark Lord's powers. When Draco had come to his godfather and asked him to teach him to hide his own mind Snape hadn't asked questions, and he was grateful for that, showing it in the only way he knew how-by applying himself completely to their lessons.
He'd strived to be able to master the most basic form of Occlumency, which involved clearing one's mind, making it blank and empty in order to prevent a Legimens from perceiving his emotions and thoughts. It sounded ridiculously easy and yet proved otherwise. It'd taken him a while to master that, but once he had he'd gone onto the more advanced Occlumency, which involved suppressing only the thoughts, emotions, and memories that would contradict whatever it was an Occlumens wished a Legimens to believe...thus making it not obvious that Occlumency was being used even if he were lying.
It required a great deal of will power, just like when it came to resisting the Imperius Curse, as well as a high degree of mental and emotional discipline...which he supposed he had to be glad he'd been born a Malfoy as he'd been taught both from childhood.
Once he'd mastered Occlumency the lessons had gone onto its counterpart, Legimency, which was an ability the Dark Lord excelled in and used frequently. With this power one could read another's mind, control it, unhinge it. According to his godfather in the past it was often the Dark Lord's favorite past time to invade the minds of his victims, designed to torture them into madness. Only after extracting all the agony he could, only after they were literally begging for death, would he finally kill them. And he also used Legimency on his follows frequently to make sure their loyalty wasn't wavering.
It was an ability Draco wished for just as strongly as he wished Occlumency.
The most advanced Legilimens could perform Legilimency nonverbaly and wandlessly, as Draco was learning to do, refusing to be like the less talented wizards who had to use the incantation "Legimens". A Legimens could detect if someone was lying as well as delve into their thoughts, emotions, and memories. Highly skilled Legilimens could also influence a mind that they invaded. It was said that the Dark Lord could send realistic visions into the minds of the people he delved in...and there was also the fact that, even if only temporary, he could possess another.
Draco wasn't an adept at this skill as he was in Occlumency, but he was growing stronger, and was strong enough to delve into others' minds successfully. He'd practiced on his classmates, never really interested in anything going on their minds, and the only time he'd actually really wanted to use it had been that night when he'd snuck into the Lestrange Manor and pinned Chloe to the bed. He'd been furious, thinking he'd been tricked and lied to and...and yet the moment he'd looked into her eyes he'd not only realized that she hadn't known about witches and wizards when writing to him...but she was worried about him. Her mind had been chaotic from bone-weariness and worry, and he hadn't been able to get a perfect read from her, but what he had gotten was that there was a secret significance she, Rosier and Gaunt had to the Dark Lord...one He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named would kill Draco or anyone over should they discover it.
Despite his curiosity and desire to delve more he knew that she would have been able to sense him if he had, he still wasn't proficient in Legimins to be able to do it extensively without giving away his presence in one's mind.
"Your determination has grown," Snape mumbled, gazing at him with a raised eyebrow. "It's always been uncharacteristically resolute on this issue, but these last months you've become even more unwavering." That eyebrow raised further. "One might wonder what exactly has been your source of inspiration."
Draco could sense Snape trying to read his mind, and sent out images of his father's praise.
Snape snorted, looking away.
The door opened and Rosier raced into the room, slamming the door, just in time for her polyjuice to run out and for her to revert back to her true form...Bulstrode's clothes ridiculously huge on her petite frame. "I made it!"
Draco raised an eyebrow.
Snape looked between the two of them before bringing his hand to his face. "It would seem, Ms. Rosier, that you do not know how to tell time."
"I had to get away from that crazy-!" Rosier turned and her eyes widened in horror when she noticed Draco. "Oh boy."
Snape rolled his eyes. "It would seem Mr. Malfoy isn't surprised by this revelation."
"She was jogging." Draco defended, scoffing as he leaned back on his chair. "And nice."
Snape turned to her. "Ms. Rosier."
Rosier looked between them desperate. "I'm trying! I am! It's just not in my nature to be mean!" She pouted. "Or...corpulent." She frowned as she picked at the clothes she wore. "I've always been active and, well, the dungeons are boring."
"I'm not the only one noticing." Draco decided it best not to draw all the attention to his knowledge. "Zabini stole her diary."
"He did what?" Rosier went pale.
Snape groaned. "Ms. Rosier, tell me there is nothing incriminating in your diary."
"I need to go and stop him from reading it!" She turned back to the door.
Snape's wand swished, locking the door. "Ms. Rosier. You are not fit to be seen."
Rosier turned to him, confusion on her face, before her gaze went to her vastly oversized wardrobe and she colored. "Right." She gave him a sheepish smile. "Sorry."
Letting out another sigh, Snape shook his head and left for his Storage Room, obviously searching for a Polyjuice Potion.
The room was silent as neither of them tried for conversation.
Realizing the opportunity this gave him, Draco smirked as he looked towards Rosier, trying to connect, and then he was inside her mind. It was filled with worry, apparently she'd written about many things she didn't want Zabini knowing and was terrified and angry all at the same time. Considering that Draco didn't give a crap about her or her melodrama he pushed passed those surface thoughts and delved deeper, concentrating on the subject he wanted to learn more about, before coming upon the first random memory that contained Chloe.
...Lana sighed as she sat and read the newest addition to the Torch, the front page featuring an article written by its editor on the newest Meteor Freak who had threatened Smallville and its inhabitants. It was probably one of the only ones who hadn't threatened Lana in some way, and she felt guilty for having liked that. It seemed as if every thursday some other whack job became obsessed with her and she was the damsel in distress. She hated being the damsel in distress.
Chloe wasn't the damsel in distress.
Her gaze went to where the author of the article was grinning as she talked to Clark Kent, obviously quite proud of herself and her article. Then again, she had reason to be proud. Hadn't she helped in yet another apprehension of a Meteor Freak? It seemed like every time something was threatening Smallville somehow Clark Kent and Chloe Sullivan were involved. It made Lana a little envious sometimes.
She wanted to matter like that.
Didn't want to be the perfect little princess everyone saw her as.
The pretty face.
She wanted to be more than a pretty face.
"I tell you Clark, one day you're going to see my name on the front page of the Daily Planet." Chloe could be heard announcing, eyes twinkling, as she walked passed with the tall farm boy. "And if you're a good boy, I might just get you a job as my photographer."
Clark laughed at her. "You know I'm terrible at taking pictures."
"Then we'll work together." Chloe decided, looping her arm around his. "Imagine it, we could call every day The Adventures of Chloe and Clark."
"You make it sound like a television series." Clark shook his head.
"They could make a series based on our adventures in high school alone!" Chloe replied, disappearing around the corner with her best friend.
Lana sighed as she watched them.
They were always together, definitely best friends who'd be with each other through the thick and thin.
She didn't have friends like that.
Not real friends.
Maybe it was time to introduce herself to the blonde.
Draco really didn't care about Chloe's friendship with the Muggle Mountain, nor Rosier's issues, and pushed through to another memory.
...Everything was numb as she tried to digest the news. She had to admit that she still had problems believing it despite Nell, Mr. Sullivan, and Mr. Lane telling them that, yes, it was true. And even if for some reason their parents/guardians had decided to play some very unfunny joke on them she doubted the poised and polished blonde man standing regally and admittedly intimidatingly in the middle of the Sullivan's living room was the joking kind. Lana sat silently in the corner, hands on her knees, head slightly lowered, admittedly scared. Lois was pacing back and forth behind the sofa, running her hand through her hair, anxious energy just pouring off of her.
Chloe, on the other hand, walked right up to the blonde man. "So you expect us to believe that you're a wizard."
He raised an eyebrow. "I don't expect you to believe anything. It is the truth."
"Where's the proof?" Chloe pushed, seeming not at all terrified with the situation.
With a sharp movement he raised his walking stick.
With a quick movement Chloe grabbed it and held on, as if having expected him to use it to hit her with, her eyes narrowed on him. "Just try it."
"I don't know what you're implying..." Lucius Malfoy eyed her as he freed his wand from the staff. "But I would never hit a lady."
"She's not much of a lady." Lois announced.
"Lois!" Lana cried in horror.
"I'm not." Chloe replied, eyeing Malfoy for a moment before letting go of his cane. "Neither is she."
"Damn straight." Lois finally sat down on the armrest of the sofa.
"I'm sure we can change that." He replied, showing Chloe his wand.
The blonde girl reached out and ran her fingers over the silver snake handle. "Beautiful."
Lucius smirked and with a flick and swish of his wand, and a whispered word in a language Lana didn't recognize...light shot out of the wand and the coffee table in front of the sofa changed before their eyes into a live, hissing snake.
Lana gasped in horror and pulled her feet up from the ground, wrapping her arms around her knees, terrified as the monstrous thing hissed at her viciously.
Lois' eyes were wide. "Whoa."
Chloe turned towards the snake and reached down to touch the tip of its tail. "It's real."
The thing reacted to her touch and twirled around, hissing, fangs glistening in the light.
The surprise caused her to fall back on her butt, eyes wide as the large snake came face to face with her.
Lana looked from the snake to the blonde and back.
It was obvious from the rapid rise and fall of her chest that the blonde was terrified, but she refused to look away from the snake's eyes.
Lucius bent on his knees next to Chloe, flicking his luscious hair behind his shoulder. "We do not fear the snake." With another swish and flick and muttered word the snake disappeared and turned into the coffee table once more.
Lana let her feet slide off of the sofa and hit the floor once more, letting out a loud breath.
"Wicked." Lois whispered.
Chloe cleared her throat and turned to Malfoy. "Latin, huh?"
"You know the language?" He asked in mild surprise.
She gave him a shaky smile and accepted his hand and help up.
Seeing Chloe stroke his father's wand wasn't a memory Draco quite enjoyed and he made a face as he pushed his luck and tried going in deeper.
...The monster she'd been having nightmares about, the monster they ALL had been having nightmares of wasn't a monster. It was a human. Or a wizard. Or maybe, something else entirely. All Lana knew for a fact was that it, he, had a name, and it was something no one wanted to pronounce. They called him the Dark Lord and he reminded her a lot of the snake Malfoy had conjured in the living room. Apparently her parents, Aunt Nell, the Lanes and the Sullivans, had been his followers. They still were his followers. They'd thought he was dead and so to protect their lives and the lives of their children they'd left the Wizarding World, their home, and had gone amongst the humans (or Muggles) whom they hadn't ever liked and thought beneath them.
Lana tried to reconcile the image she had of her parents with the picture these people were painting.
Her parents had been soldiers.
It was hard to believe.
She'd seen Aunt Nell, Mr. Sullivan, and Mr. Lane with wands, seen them do magic...and then she'd had the magic performed on her...the spell that'd undone the binding on the magic that'd been inside her, Chloe and Lois. It'd been agonizing, but once it was over Lana had felt this overwhelming...difference.
Was she really capable of magic?
Was she really...special?
Sensing movement in the dead garden, she stopped walking and looked around the hedge cautiously, surprised to see Chloe standing over a pool, dead leaves and other gunk littering the muddy water. Her eyes were red, her face blotchy, betraying the fact that she'd been crying heavily not too long ago.
Beside her, staring into the water, was He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named himself. His arms clasped in front of him, his robes blowing in the wind, the moonlight shining down on them and adding to the mystery and eeriness.
Lana wanted to turn and run away, but she used the overgrown hedge as a shield, staying hidden.
"I can't do magic." Chloe whispered, voice disgusted as she used the back of her palm to wipe at a new tear. "I thought I'd finally understood why I was so different, why I didn't fit in...and it turns out that I'm still just a freak. If it wasn't for a meteor infection I'd be a Squib."
He remained silent by her side.
"I mean, why?" Chloe continued to rant, seeming much less fearful of this man than Lana. "What is it about me that's always so defective? I've always only wanted to fit in, to belong, and yet I never will. Never." Her eyes closed as her voice wavered. "I will never be like everyone else."
"Good." The 'Dark Lord' declared, chin raised. "You'd be useless to me if you were."
She turned and looked at him surprised.
Lana worried her bottom lip before creeping away.
Draco shook his head, ending the connection just as Snape returned with a bottle of Polyjuice Potion and passed it to the girl.
"Next time, Ms. Rosier, strive to make it on time." Snape replied in his monotone way.
"Of course, sorry." Rosier mumbled, making a face as she pinched her nose and gulped down the foul-tasting potion.
Draco watched as she transformed back to Millicent Bulstrode, filling out her robes once more.
As soon as the transformation was over the girl was racing away, presumably to kill Blaise Zabini.
Draco returned his attention to his godfather. "Where's the real Bulstrode?"
"Enjoying an extended stay at home." Snape replied, sitting down. "You may leave now."
Standing, Draco straightened his robes.
"There will be a meeting tonight. Your presence is required." Snape's gaze went to the scrolls on his desk. "I will expect you here by midnight. Make sure you are not seen."
Nodding, Draco left, only allowing his mind to go over all he'd learnt once he was safely in his dorm.