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a/n: READ THIS!: In each chapter (except this one) there will be quotes from Pirates of the Caribbean. I will tell you how many in my authors note in the beginning. The first people to tell me what the quote was will get a plot treat. You must give me access to your e-mail. Good luck!
Draco Malfoy paced the room. He could either go through with this, which he knew was wrong, or he could run away and become a trader. Draco's shadow followed him as he walked back and forth. The fire was dying and a chill crept into his bedroom. Walking away from it, he could feel the cold increase, but turning around brought him back to the warmth.
It was like his life, he mused. Were he felt at ease was in the cold. The chill of fear or hatred was ever present. Then why did the warm fire draw him near? He liked happiness and love, for some reason.
The dark room seemed to loom closer and closer. As the diminishing fire let out less light, the shadows increased. Only weak people love. A few last flames danced on ash logs. Malfoys were not weak; they were strong. The last flame went out, sending a hiss and a curl of smoke into the air. But if Malfoys were strong, shouldn't he have the strength to break away? The red hot ashes cooled like disappearing stars.
Draco looked at the window across the room. Goosebumps ran up his back. He didn't like windows at night. He didn't like not knowing what lay beyond the black curtain. However, that was his only means of escape. Draco turned towards the door. Going through that door meant joining his father and the Death Eaters; it meant joining Voldemort.
Draco looked back at the window and jumped. The outline of a person stood outside. He stood, paralyzed by fear. Keeping his eyes glues on the figure, he slowly reached for his wand. The person mirrored him. It was his reflection. Draco breathed a shaky sigh of relief. Although nobody was there, he felt fear weakening his knees.
Draco looked back at the door. A new fear gripped him. This was an eternal fear. Draco knew that beyond thatdoor laid a life that meant fear for life.
Looking back at the window felt terrifying. He knew going through that window would lead to a better secure life, though. Getting there was the only scary part; he would have to go through the window.
Making his decision, Draco walked towards the door. Each step increased a sad, sickening feeling in his stomach. Hand inches from the knob, Draco made a sharp turn towards the window. His legs weakened. His muscles tensed. Everything inside him screamed not to get any closer. Draco sensed a new danger. He was not only afraid of the window because he had a strange phobia. There was someone –or something--waiting on the other side.
Draco's vision blurred. His head spun. He took out his wand and shattered the glass. Vaulting through the opening, he bolted off the property, disappearing into the mysterious blackness.
Draco's mind went blank. He didn't feel the midnight cold that gripped him. He didn't hear his feet pounding the ground.
"Luminous," he whispered. Almost immediately, large headlights came into view.
Lucius Malfoy stood up out of the shadows. He put his wand away. Making Draco extra sensitive to the window had not worked.
"I will kill him," he said, and fixed the window.
a/n: after typing this I feel like an idiot. bangs head against wall stupid stupid stupid. Oh well, on with the next chapter.