OUT OF THE DARKNESS
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TO ALL WHO REVIEWED MY FIRST FIC – I EVEN GOT A FEW FLAMES – HOMOPHOBICS 'BAH!'
THIS
STORY MAY OR MAY NOT BE SLASH – LET ME KNOW WHETHER YOU THINK IT SHOULD BE.
DISCLAIMER:
I forgot
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them back I promise.
You've
picked the losing side, Potter! I warned you! I told you, you ought to choose
your company more carefully, remember? (Book 4)
Chapter
1
SWITCHING
SIDES
The
pale faced boy paced the floors of the dormitory unable to shift the terrible
images he had witnessed earlier that evening from his mind and let sleep wrap
its warm and comforting blanket around him.
He
had always believed his father – parroted his every opinion about mudbloods and
muggle lovers – believed that power mattered above everything else.
He
had been brought up to never disobey, never dishonour the family name for that
was the worst sin of all.
Killing
mudbloods and muggles paled into insignificance in comparison as far as his
father was concerned.
But
tonight everything had changed – he had witnessed (helpless) the murder of a
young muggle girl who had accidentally wandered into the field where Voldemort
and the Death Eaters were meeting. – They could have used shields to conceal
their presence from muggles, they could have performed a memory charm on the
girl – but because she was a muggle her life was considered worthless and her
virtue was regarded as laughable (she could only have been about 12 years old)
– so they had raped and killed her and he had been forced to watch, helpless.
Then they had transfigured her body into a stone and cast it away.
His
father had taken him to his first death eater's meeting that night and it was
sure it was would be his last. (He was lucky to be alive if truth be told)
When
Goyle senior had grabbed the young girl – he had felt perhaps for the first
time – an acute sense that this was wrong.
He
had started forward and several hands had pulled him back – then his father
(his own father) had performed the Cruciatus curse on him, laughing as he
watched his son writhe in pain on the ground before turning his wand on the
girl and cursing her too.
A
death eater had shouted "Petrificus Totalus" and a jet of a light had shot
towards him and bound him totally, rooted to the spot, eyes wide open – forced
to watch them torture the girl. The images would stay in his mind forever.
In
the beds either side of his (flanking him as they did in their waking hours)
Crabbe and Goyle snored peacefully unaware of the terrible events of that
night. As he stood there listening to their untroubled snoring, he felt a
sudden urge to protect them (as they had so often protected him by their very
presence) from the inevitable horror that lay ahead of them. (If they didn't
manage to change their apparent destiny) They had to escape – all of them –
they would follow where he led (as their father's followed his father)
He
stopped pacing, he knew what he had to do, he knew it wouldn't be easy – in
fact it would be downright dangerous – but he would never go back to the 'dark
side'. He might not be good and kind like 'famous Harry Potter' but he wasn't
evil – He wasn't like his father! But years of parroting him had prevented him
from forming his own opinions, choosing his own friends – people were there to
be used to achieve your own ends. You don't waste time being nice or worrying
about being liked – fear and respect are what is important. POWER IS THE GOAL!
He
had never had a true friend, who liked him for him, not because they were
afraid of him, or because he was rich or because he was Lucius Malfoy's son.
Potter
had Granger and the Weasel – they would die for him if they had to - but no one not even his own parents would
die for Draco.