Black Angel… Draco's new story Fanfic style

"Draco Abraxas Malfoy, do you solemnly swear your soul and magic to the Dark Lord Voldemort?"

The Malfoy heir felt the air begin to hum in the chamber of the Deatheaters. His skin began to crawl, and his stomach twisted. His wrists had given his blood to the silver bowl before him and Voldemort's own blood had been added. The dark magic orbited his body and Draco felt the bile creep up his throat. What was he doing?! He raised his bowed head and looked directly into the red eyes of the so called Dark lord.

"No."

A stunned silence met his answer. Draco sensed rather than hear his father's presence behind him, but he continued to glared up at the Dark wizard. His stomach tightened as Voldemort stood from his black throne.

"Little Dragon, why do you refuse me?" He hissed softly, spreading his hands. "I have the power to rid the world of mudbloods and muggles alike, yet you reject?"

"Malfoys do not bow to anyone."

Voldemort froze, then howled with laughter. Draco lifted his chin and narrowed his blue-grey eyes at the maniac. "How prideful, Little Dragon, but do you know the punishment for subordinates who are too prideful to bow to their god?" Red eyes slitted at the teen and Draco felt the air scream. "They are cast out in blood and fire!" Voldemort brandish his pale wand and Draco felt his bones shatter. He screamed, collapsing forward and spilled the bowl of blood across the stone dais. "Crucio!" The Dark lord hissed again and Draco felt as if his insides were being ripped out repeated. Voldemort stepped slowly toward the Malfoy heir, letting his power make the curse more and more painful as he neared. He knelt down next to Draco body and stroked his blood covered face. "It really is a pity, Little Dragon, you were so beautiful."

Draco arched his neck as another wave of pain burst through his limp body. "Fuck you!" he ground out between gritted teeth.

Voldemort's snake-like face contorted into pure fury. He stood and stared down at the blonde teenager who dare refuse him. "Have a long and painful death, Draco Malfoy. I would love to watch you die on these steps but I have other obligations." The dark lord snapped his head to the side. "Remove him from my sight!" he snarled at the Deatheater to his right. The man hurried forward and summoned a rope to drag the broken body away.

Draco felt his crushed bones dig into his flesh as he was heaved down the halls of Riddle Manor and then out into the pouring rain. The night skies were heavy and unmerciful as the teen was thrown into the mud at the side if a muggle road.

The man left him after giving a harsh kick to his side, and Draco would have screamed again if he had the breath to spare. He lay face down in the rain, the pain blurring his senses and stealing what little thought he could put together.

I am going to die. Draco managed, Finally. He let his eyes drift shut. Pain. A sudden roar filled his ears and a loud light streaked past him. The blonde's eyes snapped open. Muggles! Another roar passed by, slower, but water splashed from the road. Draco felt the cold water hit his arms and he started to cry. Life is one big pain in the arse, He sobbed into the ground. But it's a pain in the arse that I want!

A rumbling filled his hearing again and Draco screwed his eyes shut. The ground was shaking so much that it was jarring his bones. The rumbling escalated until it was a deafening sound that jarred his heart in his broken chest. Then it stopped. Draco's conscious slipped into the abyss in the silence that was just as deafening as the roar.

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"Dragon?"

Draco's eyes fluttered open, and the worried face of his mother swam into view. "M-mum?" he croaked.

Narcissa Malfoy nee Black smiled down at her son. "Oh Dragon," She helped him to sit up and moved a pillow to support his back. "My brave child." She murmured, smoothing back his blonde locks.

Draco looked around the Hogwarts infirmary. "What happened?"

"You refused the Mark, my dear boy." Headmaster of Hogwarts, Albus Dumbledore, stood at the door to the chamber. "A feat that no one has survived since Voldemort's rise."

The teenager frowned, "How did you find me?" He looked to his mother. "Voldemort would have known if father or Severus had gotten me."

"That," Albus said. "Would be the action of one Harry Potter." The Headmaster's piercing blue eyes appraised Draco fiercely.

The blonde sat back in his bed. "How did he know?" He asked confused.

Narcissa patted her son's bandaged hand. "Mr. Potter can see some of the things that the Dark Lord does in his dreams." She leaned forward as Draco paled. "Dragon? Are you alright?"

"I think I'm going to be sick." He whispered. His mother's grey eyes widened and she quickly summoned a trash can.

Draco flopped back, a thin sheen of sweat covering his face as his mother banished the bin and stroked his hair again. Madam Pomfrey handed him a vile and ordered him to drink it. "I'm afraid, Mr. Malfoy. That you're going to have to heal the long way." She folded her hands and proceeded to stare him down. "Now, stay in bed!"

Narcissa laughed quietly as her willful son nodded obediently. She stared at Draco, taking in the bandages covering his torso and arms and the shadows in his eyes. What had her son experienced?

When Draco woke the next morning, his mother was gone. Madam Pomfrey told him that she was called away for business and would be back later that day. Excepting the explanation, the Malfoy heir settled back and began reading the books one of the house Elves had retrieved at his request.

A few hours later, Draco had bored of his studies and set his books aside. The teenager now leaned back in his bed with his eyes closed and breathing as if he was asleep. The creaking of the infirmary door caught his attention, but he kept his body relaxed and sleep-like. Madam Pomfrey talked quietly with the person, then footsteps could be heard traveling down the chamber towards Draco's bed. It was not his mother, the steps were too heavy, and it wasn't father or Severus, or the strides would be longer. The blonde breathed deeply and caught a dark scent under his nose. He wrinkled it slightly, and opened his eyes.

Bright emerald eyes met his, and he sat up slowly. "Potter." Draco nodded to the black haired teen at the side of his bed.

Harry James Potter nodded back to him. "How are you?" He asked softly.

Draco blinked, "Five broken ribs, cracked skull, and both a leg and arm still broken." He reported blandly. Potter raised an eye brow. "What?"

The other teen shrugged. "Blame the past, I thought you'd lie to me and say you were fine."

Draco felt his lips twitch. "I will be fine."

A silence drifted over them and they just stared at each other. Then Potter sighed, he sat down on the bed next to Draco's and rested his head on his hands. "I believed I misjudged you, Malfoy." He looked up again, "You are one of the bravest people I know."

The Malfoy heir frowned, "Don't get all sappy on me Potter, I'm not a Gryffindork!"

Potter gave a wry smile, "No you're not." He straightened his back and swallowed. "I saw all of what happened to you, Malfoy. If you need to talk, I'm here."

"I should be saying that to you." Draco sat back deeper into his pillows. "I'm grateful, but You see what Moldy does, not me."

Potter chortled at the nickname Draco used and shrugged. There was a long pause. Potter looked at the clock. "We've been talking for five minutes now, and it's surprisingly civil." He returned his luminescent eyes back to Draco. "War tends to show one's true colors." He commented, his head tilted slightly.

Draco looked up into the high vaulted ceiling of the infirmary. Potter grimaced as he realized what he said and stood to leave. Draco blinked slowly, but quickly shot out a hand to catch the edge of Potter's shirt. "I, Draco Abraxas Malfoy, solemnly swear my allegiance and magic to my Lord Harrison James Potter!"

Potter stood frozen as he felt the magic pull around them. His mouth went dry. "W-what?" He drew another shaky breath and let it out still staring at Draco.

"I just swore an oath to you, Lord Potter." Draco said raising his chin, "I serve you now."

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