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Even after Voldemort's final defeat, there still remained those loyal to his name. They held on to empty hope of his return and to the legacy of that once-feared wizard. That hope was fueled by the fear that clung onto the hearts of the defeated and their everlasting hunger for power. Within the hidden corners of the magical world, a plot was brewing that could some day bring down the long awaited calm.

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She stood there, immobile, frightened to death. Her once- penetrating eyes were empty and filled with unshed tears; she knew that this was the end. I could feel her fear; I knew what would happen to her. I knew that her soul would be torn out of her form and all that would remain would be an empty shell. All of the dreams and hopes would be drained out of that beautiful form; they would be replaced by pain and agony.

Standing there watching her, I could feel laughter swelling inside of me, this time I won, this time she would pay for being who she was. I knew that my name, my blood, was stronger than love. I told myself that this is how it must be; there is no other way. I would have it all in the end…yet, my heart was tearing up and so was the rest of me.

I watched him cast the spell, and saw the bright light. Deep inside I knew that it had to be stopped; no one deserved such an end, especially not her.

I held her trembling form, I was filth…nothing. Those thoughts raced through my mind, how could I love her…she was a mudblood. Every hating feeling that has been beaten into my head grew stronger with each passing second. I was a disgrace, the dirtiest form of the filthiest being that has ever walked upon this hating earth. I held her tighter and felt the agony of the useless love; she was safe in my arms. It was all that mattered.

"Master! Master! Please wake up! You must hurry! Hurry!" The raggedy house elf squealed as strong hands choked out the sound that came out of his mouth. The elf flew through the air and hit the stone wall with tremendous force.

"What in the bloody hell to you want, maggot!? You are even more annoying that bloody Dolby." Irritated, Draco pushed himself off the bed. "This better be good, I am not in the mood for bullshit." The dream was still running through Draco's head; he had no idea what it was about, all he knew was that it made him sick. He didn't need anything ruining his last day of "vacation", especially a stupid dream that made absolutely no sense.

Two bright orbs gleamed in fear from the corner of the room, "please, Master! Please forgive me! I…I just came to tell you that your father wants to see you at once. You must hurry, it is very important, he says."

This should be interesting, Draco thought. His father has never been too keen on informing Draco of his plans. Although he knew that whatever it was, the urgent news would not be as fascinating as he hoped to imagine. Ever since the defeat of Voldemort, little has happened that could bring potential intrigue and excitement.

Whatever it is, it would be a welcome change to Draco's daily routine of tedious training. The training was another one of Lucius' grand ideas that would some day bring pride and honor to the Malfoy family. Practice spells, practice defense, practice endurance, practice, and practice some more. That was the only thing Draco has heard from his father for the past three months, and he was sure as hell sick of it. But no matter how annoying it all got, the only reason Draco obeyed his father was because there was nothing better to do. He was no longer scared little boy that shuddered at the thought of Lucius; the command and response routine became quite natural after eighteen years.

Indeed, Draco was no longer a scrawny little boy in need of brainless sidekicks to watch his back and make him look tough. He has grown into a young man of great strength as well as intellect. He was a true Malfoy, a perfect pureblood.

"Don't just sit there and gawk you idiot, get me my robe," Draco snarled at the pathetic creature that gleamed at him with fear. "Useless, I don't understand why father keeps filthy rats like you in the house." Draco grabbed the robe and headed toward great mahogany doors that led into the hall.

Author's note: Sorry for the short chapter. I didn't want to give away anymore than I had to for the start. I hope you like it so far. Please read and review, it helps with the inspiration.