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The name Ichthus comes from the Greek IXOYE which is an acronym for Iesous Christos, Theou Yios, Soter.
Translated from the Greek IXOYE means "Jesus Christ, Son of God, Saviour".
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These fan fics are to show appreciation to Ms Rowling for her amazing imagination.
All characters mentioned are her copyright exclusivly and I only use them here as an appreciation of her huge talent.
Written for a good friend - Sall
 At last the day had arrived; Luke had been apprehensive but excited ever since the visit of the man in the cloak. It was July 2nd, they would be arriving soon to take Luke and his parents to Diagon Alley; London. Mr and Mrs McDougall were to travel with them; when they had finished Luke was to travel to Hogwarts with the gentleman and the lady, a professor McGonagall would take his parents home.
The gentleman, a Mr Dumbledore, had assured Luke’s parents that Luke was a wizard who, with the correct training, would be great. Luke’s Dad was surprised; mind everything about Luke surprised his dad. Mr McDougal was a slight man of small stature. He had brown hair and stood 5’ on a good day, but he had not had many good days lately, not since the visit. Mrs McDougall, Luke’s mum, was also short, bubbly and very round. All this was topped with the reddest set of curls to come out of Scotland.
Luke was 11 years old, soon to be 12. He had spent 1 year at his local high and was pleased not to be going back. For one the uniform was not smart enough for his taste and they did not agree with the length of his hair. He stood at 5’5” already, and he always stood tall, aloof some said. His hair was very blond and very straight. His teacher’s said he was too confident for his age, but he had a fantastic grasp of the English language so he was popular with the teachers. The kids laughed that he was his mother’s in-discression; he knew otherwise. His mother had brought him into this world; he had the very photo to prove it. Other people’s opinions mattered little; he would never show it to anyone, as long as Luke knew all was well.
Hours later they arrived in Diagon Alley having journeyed by the most peculiar method, a port key, what ever that was. Whatever it sure was quick. Professor McGonagall had taken Mr and Mrs McDougal to have a drink of tea at the café whilst Mr Dumbledore took Luke to find his school books and wares.
Whilst in Florish and Blotts he overheard a rather heated discussion
"We have a very different idea of what disgraces the name of wizard, Malfoy," said a rather short and shabby looking man
"Clearly," said a tall gentleman, with ah blond hair, his pale eyes straying to a couple that looked as lost as his parents, they looked rather nervous. "The company you keep, Weasley ... and I thought your family could sink no lower.'
“Luke, come my boy; we have lots to do, would you like a Sherbet Lemon” and Dumbledore walked on, obviously expecting him to follow. Luke could not forget this man. The wizard he was following turned and looked at Luke. “That was Lucius Malfoy and his son Draco, you would be wise to forget them for the time being”
Luke was to arrive at Hogwarts 3 weeks early to catch up on the work he missed the previous year. He was the first young wizard not to have been found for the first year for some time. Professor Snape was confident the draft could be prepared to accelerate his learning and retain all the information in 3 weeks, one for each term.
Luke didn’t want to leave his parents, but the thought of a castle; it was all he’d ever dreamed of. A two up, two down was OK but not exactly a medieval manor he dreamed of. He hugged his parents and held them tight, promising he’d be back soon. Prof McGonagall then took them home and arranged a method of contact, for this boy contact with home was imperative to keep his mind strong in his roots; his home. Even if it meant bending the rules regarding the floo network, Dumbledore had arranged everything.
Luke entered Hogwarts on a glorious summer day. The sorting hat informed Dumbledore which house to put him in. Dumbledore over-ruled the hat and placed him in Gryffindor; informing the hat this was as special situation which may bring the houses together. Dumbledore smiled for the first time in along while, it had been a close chase but now Luke was safe in Hogwarts with 3 weeks to go. His parents were safe as guards had been placed in the house, by way of 2 new pet cats. Prof McGonagall had supplied cat food that would never run out. Mr. McDougall insisted it was kept in the cellar as it smelt rather strongly of cabbages.
It was close seeing Lucius in Florish and Blotts but he was so busy arguing with Mr. Weasley he hadn’t noticed the boy’s aura. It was hard to believe Lucius did not know; he would soon that was for sure. The boy must be educated and quickly.
He learnt everything as easily as Snape had predicted he would, “After all, he is a …” but Dumbledore would not let him finish. “Not all elves and ghosts are loyal to Hogwarts, Severus, I expected you to know that”
The fat lady was another story, she was not happy about letting him into the Gryffindor common room. Every time she saw Luke she sang “Slytherin Filth” at the top of her voice. Dumbledore had to threaten to hex her into silence and provide Sir Cadogan to translate for her.
Tonight everyone was to arrive at Hogwarts. Luke could have his last bath in the prefect’s bathroom. He stood in front of the mirror brushing his long blond hair. Tonight he would have his new robes on. It was amazing how comfortable they felt, considering they were uniform. His hair shone in the enchanted moonlight. Tonight he would wear it down, but tomorrow it must be tied back, he looked in the mirror; a black ribbon would be appropriate.
They stood on the platform of Hogsmeade station, there was only one platform, there was only one train and it was approaching. As the students looked out they saw one half giant looking a little nervous, he was not happy about this meeting and considered Dumbledore to be wrong, but he wouldn’t say so to his face. There was also one boy looking very confident – almost princely.
The first off the train, as usual, was Malfoy – followed closely by Crabbe and Goyle. This time Draco nearly missed the step and landed on the tracks, if Hagrid and caught him. For standing in front of him in Gryfindor robes could well have been his reflection, albeit a little bit smarter.
Luke looked at Draco and blinked a sign of the feelings inside. Eventually Hagrid said “’Ere, Luke, that’s not Potter, it’s the wrong carriage. Whatever was Dumbledore thinking about? He meant carriage 2. ‘Bn workin’ to ‘ard had Dumbledore” But it had worked; .Luke had met Draco on Dumbledore’s terms.
No-one knew the history except Dumbledore and the Head Mediwitch, both members of the Order of the Phoenix as it was then. She was now dead, but Dumbledore remembered.
No-one remembered the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black had royal roots
No-one knew that Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy expected twins, not even Narcissa.
The eldest and strongest was removed by the strongest magic, out of her womb to that of a child-less but kind couple. They were chosen by Prof McGonagall in deepest Scotland, well away of Wiltshire. It had taken a lot of magic; but between them they did it.
The true heir of the Malfoy family had been raised by two muggles away from the Dark Arts. Draco, their joy, was the weaker of the twins.
Here, this day Draco Malfoy met his twin brother Luke McDougall.
Half Malfoy; half Black
Half Pure; half Royal
Luke McDougall; the true Malfoy heir– but no-one knew – yet.
Who would figure it out first –Dumbledore’s money was on Potter.
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| This article was published on Wednesday 11 April, 2007. |
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