The trio was clearly uncomfortable, sitting across from Draco at the library table together. I found it mildly humorous how they already despised him so. All it took were a few mean comments and hanging out with a few other Slytherin bullies, and they had already demonized him as pure evil.

The fact is that things are so rarely black and white. Evil isn't born: it is made! Draco's pureblood supremacy is from his parent's views. He is but a child misled by those he looks up to and his cruel tendencies are common in a child with a mother- that is ill or unwell. He loves her and so takes out his pain on others. Others may not know it, but as Death - I do. Narcissa Malfoy has Cancer. The time of her death is not recorded in the book of Death just yet but the cause and potential timeframe of her death is written. Magic cannot cure Cancer yet, just as is true with modern medicine. It can, however, suppress the growth and impact of the disease. Narcissa is a very talented witch and could achieve such a feat herself, although with such little knowledge of the disease - she'd never been able to cure it. Only her loved ones, like Lucius and Draco, would be aware of the illness. Her death may be long off - but watching his mother suffer would hurt him psychologically. His parent's views on those with impure blood are so negative that they disowned family members for being more tolerant. Those stuck on old perspectives are hard to change. I'll start with Draco whose young and malleable and work my way to his elders at a later time. "You know you can speak to Draco, I doubt he will bite," I jested. "Why the heck did you invite him here in the first place," Hermione complained, pointing at Draco. Nyx who had been lying quietly on the table snatched Hermione's finger between her paws sniffing it to see if it was covered in food only to release it moments later in disappointment. The cute distraction served to delay spiteful comments from both sides as Hermione stopped to pet the furry creature who issued a guttural growling sound, while its eyes closed in pure enjoyment and clear appreciation of chin scratches in general. I could tell Draco had intended to say something offensive about Her bloodline, so I intervened. "That's enough," I cut in while releasing a portion of my spiritual presence. It would send a cool chill down their spines because of their instinctual fear of death. A thing my sister added to all her children to spite me. "But he..." "I've told you all I do not care from where you all come from. Everyone at this table is gifted in some form or fashion. Many of you are potential heirs of the great wizards and witches of old," I lectured cutting of my spiritual presence. "How can I associate myself with someone so... Impure in heritage when Salizar Sliveren taught blood purity?" I shook my head with a sigh before answering," Salizar was the only great Dark Wizard to not turn Dark lord that thought that way, and he only believed such because his ancestor Herpo the foul taught him so." There was a brief gasp from everyone, and then Draco asked," Are you sure?" "Do you know of any other famous parcel tongues?" I stared back at him pointedly. Draco rubbed his chin," Even if that's so, he is the greatest wizard house Slytherin has ever produced". "No, his star pupil was the greatest Wizard of house Slytherin, and he believed all of mankind were equal," I corrected. "Who?" Draco asked tilting his head unsure of whom I spoke. I cleared my throat with a cough, "Why, only Merlin - of course! He was the best wizard ever raised from many houses, certainly Slytherin - and his beliefs were opposite his teachers". "Merlin was Slytherin's direct student?" questioned everyone at the table. "Yes, he was, and he surpassed his master in all but the dark arts and I believe that you, Draco, could become Merlin's heir". " I've never heard of anyone but Slytherin having heirs," Draco said trying to correct me. " I know for a fact just about all the great wizards and witches left an inheritance. There is little an old master fears more than their life's work becoming lost to time forever. I personally know of Gryffindors and it's not what you think. It's neither the hat nor the sword," I stated matter of factly. "Then you intend for us all to inherit these lost legacies?" Hermione asked "Yes, each of you is more special than you all know and I believe that these legacies are meant for you each specifically". "Then what about you?" The girl demanded. "There are no legacies for me, I will have to carve my own path forward," I explained. "How is the mudblood suited for an inheritance?" Draco questioned angrily. "Hey!" I raised my hand forward signaling them to stop. Everyone quieted, looking towards me afraid I'd outburst with the same energy as before, " let me ask you this Draco Malfoy. Magical society doesn't understand cancer and therefore cannot use magic to cure it. Muggle society knows all about it but doesn't have the technology to do so. Wouldn't it be someone uniquely brilliant as Hermione with a foot in both worlds that could cure your mother?" "...." Draco wheezed at a lack of words. "What would your honor demand you to do if Hermione saved your mother's life but your father demanded you end hers?" " I... I... I don't..." Draco shook. " Your family have profited off muggles for a very long time. It's where most of your wealth came from. So why do you hate them so much?" "How do you know my mother's sick?" Draco demanded as his face shifted to appear angry. "Do not be mistaken. I have acquired that information, not from another's mouth but by using magic. As Hermione has discovered, I wasn't always human. I was a being of magic in a past life and that gives me special perks." I told Draco. Draco visibly relaxed," I see..." Nyx walked up to me and played by my arm, swatting near misses at me. I started petting the cat which made Fidell jealously caw from a nearby bookshelf. I looked up from my furry companion, "In spite of what you all may believe, we need each other. Dark days are coming and by ourselves, we are weaker than we are together." I made sure to look Draco in the eyes meaningfully throughout the conversation," I need you to be on our side. The whole world does" "I... I understand," Draco gulped, with a small tremor. There's nothing that stirs the youthful's emotions liking knowing the fate of the world depends on them. The feeling of being important and making a difference. I then turned to Ron," First, Ron I'll need your help with something. I'm going to be teaching myself fencing and I'll need a training partner. You're good at sports and have a very tactical mind. Also since the training will be hard, I insist on paying you for your services." "You're a friend you don't have to do that," Ron replied. " No, I insist," I stated firmly. "If you...insist," Ron said slightly downcast. "On that note, I have your first payment," I said handing Ron the Unicorn hair wand I bought from Olivander. It just so happened to be perfect for Ron and was unbonded because I could never use it. "A wand," Ron said picking the wand up to examine it. Sparks shot from the magical tool illuminating the room in magical beauty. " It's brand new Ron, never been used and from Olivander's. As you've just seen, it's now bonded to you. It's your wand," I told Ron. The truth was if he kept using that damaged hand-me-down it would only inhibit his magical growth. I need him as powerful as possible in the times to come. "This is... Amazing...thank you," Ron started tearing up. "Don't thank me now - you'll be cursing me tomorrow during our first lesson," I informed him snarkily.