Hello.. It's me again. Yes, your lord and master... Foamy. Make sure you R&R this cause this is going to be the start of a fab new series of chapters. Ohh, will Draco find someone...? You'll have to review so I write the next chapter then, won't you?
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-1Draco
"No…"
Hot searing pain clung to every part of his body dragging every sane part of him into a fiery fit of pain. He could see nothing but the piercing blood red eyes of his captor.
"Don't lie… Fool! Don't lie! You have failed me once too many Malfoy!"
"Master… I've never lied never!"
"You lied to me from the start, Draco. You promised to follow my orders as a fellow Death Eater."
"Lord! I've always followed you…"
"Severus was forced to do your dirty work for you. You are weak, Draco… You were unable to follow a simple order! And now you will suffer."
"I beg mercy!"
"I have one Malfoy in my service and one is enough. You know too much to live. You are disloyal! I have no farther use for you… let us end it!"
"Sir!" Malfoy cried, real tears streaming from his eyes, his hands pulling at his robes in a fit of hysteria. He wasn't ready to die… He couldn't die… He was too young..
"CRUCIO!"
Draco was hit with yet another blast of unbearable pain before he was once again released.
"Legilimens."
Draco's mind was suddenly swept clean, his world rippling before him. The corners of his distorted world fading to grey and melting into the background. He closed his eyes trying to stop the images flowing through his mind, wanting them to halt… Memories… Voldermort had no right to intrude…
"…The golden trio swam in front of his eyes. A sudden pulse of hate growing inside him as his eyes went to Potter. Laughing and chatting. The person he could never quite escape. That was everything he wanted to be.
Weasley too. He hated them both. That blood traitor along with Potter had made his high life seem like the depths of low. They served a smiling Dumbledore, he served Voldermort. The prices were much higher. They had friends, he had slaves…."
The Dark lord grinned that held no joy…. It wasn't long before all the pain stopped.
"…Draco recoiled inside himself as his envisaged his father the two cold grey eyes boring into his. Icy shivers were sent up his spine as he realised what his father would do next. For clutched at the scruff of the neck was a silver haired eight year old boy, held above the deadly flight of wooden steps, the ground ever threatening below.
"Father please!" The little boy cried.
"You are a spoilt brat Draco, and this is how you repay me? Mixing with filthy muggles. You area disgrace on the family name!"
There was a high pitched scream as the boy fell…
Black…"
He didn't have much time…
"Jealousy sprang inside the twelve year old Slytherin as he looked at the Crimson message painted upon the great wall. Worried whispers carried across the crowd as every pupil read the message with a certain horror, mingled with excitement.
THE CHAMBER OF SECRETS HAS BEEN OPENED,
ENEMIES OF THE HEIR, BEWARE.
He should be the one to open the chamber… he was pure. Not some filthy half blood… or worse. Mudblood…"
The dark lord always kept his promises…
"Mudblood? Yes, there she was. Granger. The notorious master of all the filth in Hogwarts. Shame she had to be so clever; he was unable to loathe her or insult her with her to outwit him. But this memory was different to all the other ones. Her hair was scraped up into a messy bun. Her earrings were of pale silver, that reflected crystal clear light, her dress far beyond the others. The Yule Ball. He stared at Pansy, then at Granger. This was the most painful memory yet…
A longing came over him. If only Granger wasn't some filthy low-life mud blood…
Everything would be perfect."
"ADVADA…"
Someone sprang from behind.
"OH NO YOU DON'T!"
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