Burn

Chapter One

Oh my god, I can't believe it. This is the seventh one already. That means this is almost over. *tear* Sorry it took me so long, the computer wouldn't even let me log on for the longest time, but I have at least four more chapters written down. I just need to type them.

Now, that being said, does anyone else think that Draco was somewhat of a pussy in the seventh book? Or was that just me? Either way, he won't be in this version. Just so you know. Enjoy!

His entire body was on fire. As soon as Draco, Snape, and the other Death Eaters stormed into the manor with the news of Dumbledore's downfall, he couldn't bare the pain. It almost felt like thousands of tiny icicles were piercing his skin. One step into the sitting room and Draco collapsed, thrashing back and forth on the floor, shaking from the cold fire. When he met the floor, Snape and his mother went to his side and quickly took him up to his room.

"What's happening to him, Severus?" Narcissa asked as she watched her son shake uncontrollably under the many blankets of his bed.

"I don't know, Cissy. You don't think-?" He said looking at the boy before them. He didn't understand. He was fine all the way here, and then when they got to the manor he started acting like this. It was strange.

"I hope not." She reached to put a hand on her son's forehead but jump back quickly.

"What's wrong?" Severus asked.

"He's as cold as ice," She said turning to look in his dark eyes. "Stay here, I'll be right back."

She dashed out of Draco's room and to some unknown location didn't know of. He looked down at his Godson, he felt frustrated not knowing what he could do to help.

"Draco," Severus said. "Can you hear me?"

He nodded. Well, it looked like a nod at least.

"Can you tell me what's wrong?"

"Sooo cooold," was all Draco could say. "What'sss going ooon?"

"I don't know." Severus lied.

No sooner had he finished his sentence; Narcissa burst through the threshold. A book and a few vials in hand. She took a seat on the bed opposite to where Severus was sitting and ran her fingers through her son's messy hair.

"Don't worry, my Little D," she said using the nickname from the past. "It's going to be over soon."(AN: LITTLE D ;) How many get it?)

Draco looked at the two adults above him, a pleading look in his eye. Pulling the comforter close to him, he tried to warm himself up, or at least for the pain to go away. But, he didn't have to wait for the pain to stop. Almost as quickly as it came, it seceded. He felt fine. Better than fine if possible, perfect, strong. Something he hadn't felt in a long time. Sitting up in his bed, back against the head board, he looked himself over. Nothing seemed different. He just felt different.

"Draco?" Narcissa asked. "Are you feeling OK?"

"I feel fine," he answered. "Perfect. Did you two do anything?"

They shock their heads.

Letting out a low growl in pain as a sharp shooting pain traveled down his back, Draco jumped out of bed and bolted into his bathroom. With his back to the mirror, he pulled his shirt over his head. His mark was in full view, but it didn't look normal. There was some sort of blue tint inside the black ink. What the fuck!

Putting his shirt back on, Draco looked into the mirror properly, and what Draco witnessed scared the shit out of him. His eyes were so incredibly dark blue, they almost appeared black. What the fuck was going on?

"Draco, what's wrong in there? Is everything alright?"

"Does it look like I'm alright?" He shouted coming back to them. "What the hell is going on with me?"

"Draco, calm down," Severus instructed. "It will only get worse. Calm down and your eyes will go back to normal."

How the hell am I supposed to calm down?" Draco yelled. That was the one thing the Severus didn't have the answer too. He had seen Draco pissed before, but never like this.

"She wouldn't want you to act like this." His mother said.

"What?" He asked.

"She wouldn't want you to act like this." Narcissa repeated.

"How do you-"

"I'm your mother. I know everything," she explained. "Trust me, it will work."

Closing his eyes tight, Draco focused as hard as he could on her. God, he wanted to hold her again. Wanted to tell her how much he loved her. He never felt like he said that to her enough. She changed him somehow. Changed him for the better, and he could never thank her enough for it. And now, all because of Voldemort and his father he might not be able to ever see he again. Hug her again. Kissing her again. Never get to see her smile. With that though stuck in his brain, Draco punched a decent sized hole in the closet wall.

"Sorry, mother," he apologized. He still didn't know how he had the ability to perform wand less magic, but it did come in handy, and it was way easier than pulling out a piece of wood for everything. "What?"

"Your eyes. There back to normal." She smiled.

"Now we know what to do if it were to happen again." Severus said.

Draco let out a long aggravated sigh and went over to his window, gazing at the darkened landscape. Will they be able to get out of this alive?

"We'll see you down at dinner sweetheart." Narcissa kissed his cheek before exiting the room along with Severus.

Nodding as they left, Draco continued to look at his surroundings. The gardens, the pool, the lake in the distance. There was even a basketball court that Blaise demanded to be put in so that all the guys could play. All those things used to be special, but they just weren't anymore. There was no point. The door opened with a loud thud, and even before the person stepped inside, he could feel the evil radiating off of his father. He could even feel his eyes flashing back and forth, trying to stay in control. He hated him so much.

Great, he's out of Azkaban

"I heard you were having some problems up here. Are you alright?" Lucius asked. "You need a hair cut boy." He added.

Like you care

"Fine." He replied not even bothering to turn and face his father's face.

"Look at me when I talk to you!" He shouted grabbing his son's shoulder, turning him around so he could see eye to eye. "How many times do I need to discipline you in order for you to give respect?"

Feeling a tad bit cocky at the moment. Draco smirked before answering. "One more time won't hurt."

Lucius whipped out his wand in a flash and yelled a curse, but was not waiting for the action that followed. Somehow, he was flung back to the far wall. How, Lucius hand no idea. Draco didn't have his wand with him. It was still down stairs from when he came back from the castle.

Draco casually strode over to his father lying on the ground. Never had Draco ever seen his father this afraid. This only pleased him at that very moment that much more.

"You don't really think that was going to work on me this time so you?" He asked. "You don't know what I'm capable of doing anymore, so I'd watch your back if I were you."

"I'm your father you do not speak to me like that!" Lucius exclaimed.

Draco rolled his eyes, turned his back and started towards the door. "If you don't mind, I'm going down to dinner because I'm starving. And this conversation never happened." Leaving Lucius alone on the floor, he headed down to dinner. Never looking back once.

And for the record, I will be doing one more after this, so it won't be over just yet. Tricked ya huh? ;)