Title: Draco Requital

Chapter: Draco's Bright Beginning

Author: GoddessOfMars2

Updated: July 26th 2005 00:20am

Rated:R for violence and mature theme (and that Draco Ginny stuff we know and love to hate)

Featuring: Draco Malfoy/Ginny Weasley/Harry Potter + Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley

Disclaimer: I own nothing but old socks and a worn-out Asimov collection

Summary: What will be Draco's fait now that he's failed to fulfill the Dark Lord's wishes? (This fic picks up when book 6 leaves off, literally)

Chapter One

Draco's Bright Begining

Panting, his heart beating, he could feel nothing but the soaring pain in his lungs, he wanted to die, to Apparate as far away as the tube-like feeling would take him, but he couldn't, he needed to run, he needed to follow the Death Eaters, to Apparate with them back to Malfoy Manor, and await the calling of the Dark Lord which they all knew would come tonight…

He would want a full report, Draco thought as he reached the outstretches of the school's ground, the Dark Lord would know that he -Draco- was not the one who took Albus Dumbledor's life.

I cant breath he thought

Draco felt someone pat him on the back

'Ready Drake?' asked a female voice. But Draco couldn't answer, he couldn't breath

'I cant breath' he whispered with the little air he had in him.

'Oh goodness,' the woman said mockingly 'would you like me to get your fucking mother Draco?' she laughed 'seriously, lets get out of here!' he could hear the smile in her voice as she ordered the return to Malfoy Manor, wrapped her arm around Draco's upper body and the unmistakable feeling of being assisted to Apparate came upon him.

Draco's shoes came in contact with the black surface of the entrance hall he called home, the insoles of his shoes pressing hard against his feet, and for some reason, his knees refused to buck up, and he fell to the ground, his arms holding him about a foot and a half away from the floor, still fighting his lungs to supply him with more air than they were currently allowing him to breath…

'Draco?'

He could hear a loving female voice nearby, although it seemed to have come from miles and miles away. Mother… He wanted to speak, to say something... like I want to die but nothing came out, nothing, not even air.

Draco felt his eyes closing, the air still refusing to enter his blood stream, and his head pounding from the lack of it. His body went numb, and thank Merlin for that, because he couldn't deal with thinking, not right now, not ever. Draco heard the faint noise of his entire being hitting the marble surface of his floor with a distant 'thump' before it all went black.

A floating feeling filled the room, and Draco arose from his bed

'How did I get here?' he wondered, 'was it all a dream?'

But he couldn't know.

Draco walked to his bedroom door and yanked it open, the Manor seemed more cheerful than he had ever seen it before 'odd' he though, but gave it no more heed. Draco began walking down the stairs, feeling a funny feeling within his stomach

'Am I hungry?' he asked himself 'and why am I talking to myself?' he pondered

'Master Malfoy' a house-elf bowed down to him as he entered the great entrance hall that lead to the front yard, why was he going outside when he's so very hungry?

The front door seemed to open for him with no effort at all, and he walked right through it. The feeling of spring hit his face, and he could smell nothing but growth floating in the warm summer morning. Besides himself Draco closed his eyes and inhaled as much of it as he could, when he opened his eyes he found himself running down to sixteen stone steps –he'd counted- and out into the miles of grass and trees and growth to the side of the stone-path leading out of the grounds. Draco ran, ran as far as he could, among the grass, feeling his bare white feet being caressed by the dew-covered grass as they came in contact with the ground. He spread his arms out, closed his eyes and ran, almost floating in the air, feeling a smile creep up upon his face, a feeling of liquid heat spreading inside of him. Warming him up from the inside out, licking his veins, he felt happy-

'Draco!' no, no, no, this wasn't happening, that couldn't have been a- 'Draco! Drake wake the hell up! It's time and my arm feels like it's going to fucking burn off if we don't get there soon!'

Someone was shaking him, but he didn't want to open his eyes

'Fuck you!' he heard himself say

'Fuck me Draco? What the fuck? Do you want me to fucking Crucio you awake?'

'Whatever!' Draco muttered, snuggling even more into what felt like his Father's study's black dragon-skin couch how did I get here?

'ALECTRO! Get your ass in here and wake this brat up!' screamed the way-too-high male voice

Draco laughed into the throw-cushion

'Oh, so you think this is funny? Do you like have amnesia or something Drake!' the man's attention was back on him.

Draco was about to retort with a smug comment but then it hit him, and the door to what he was sure was his father's study opened, and he felt his breath escape his not-yet-totally-awake self. Dumledore was dead, Snape had killed him

'...the Dark Lord' Draco exhaled, all feeling of happiness escaping him…

'That's right,' said a woman whom he assumed stood in the doorway, Draco refused to open his eyes; he wanted… wanted… what was he dreaming about? He'd forgotten… completely forgotten…

'Shit!' he hissed as he hit the throw-pillow he was cuddling with his fist and sat up, rubbing his eyes 'shit, shit, shit, shit!'

'Yup!' said the lady, he could now see dressed still in her Death Eater robes 'that's what you're in when we see the Dark Lord tonight…' she laughed and walked out of the room 'Amycus, get that brat out of his Hogwarts robes and into something more ceremonial, I'm sure the Dark Lord would like to see his blood spread across his clothing, and you and I both know it's impossible to watch such a phenomena on black' the order was heard from her mocking voice trailing down the hall

The man still crouching by the couch had a smug look on his face.

'Fuck you!' muttered Draco

'Boy, you have a lot to learn' the man said, grabbing Draco's forearm and lifting both himself and the boy from the couch area, dragging him in the opposite direction of his sister towards Draco's room

The walk was made in silence; Draco sneaked looks at Amycus, why had the Dark Lord selected this man to accompany his would-be glory killing of Professor Dumbledore? But before he could thing any further they had reached the oak doors of his bedroom two floors up, the wood decorated with the familiar Hungarian Horntail with it's green-ruby eyes shining.

'Get dressed brat, Severus will be up in a minuet to check on you… it's a wonder he's been able to keep your mother under control for so long' Amycus laughed 'she actually had the idea of running away with you to some other country a few hours ago… that was a hoot to hear her scream about' Draco was thrown against his bedroom door, but poised himself and wheeled on the spineless Death Eater that had taken to see to him with an immense urge to zap him with a nasty hex 'don't try anything funny Drakeie boy…' Draco exhaled, that would be a bad idea after all, he thought…

He pushed his doors open, sighing, he would probably die tonight.

As he closed his room off he could hear Amycus laugh 'keep the clothes as white as possible Jr.' a chill shot right down Draco's spine, and he collapsed backwards onto his childhood-bedroom door I'm a gonner…his hands went up to clasp his face, and he hoped that no one could see him like this Father, father, why? Why must I die? Why? And he felt the tears flowing down his cheeks, his chest heaving, and all feelings of hope leaving his known self as he slid down against his door onto the cold black floor.

Mother's idea of running away didn't seem so bad… but it was hopeless… noone, he was told, could escape the Dark Lord after the wizard decided he wanted you dead.

This chapter has not been Betad due to complication, I promises the next one (which is already written) is much much much longer. And better, and will answer most of your question…

Featuring the return of Dumbledore (well, in a way), Ginny, Harry, and Ron's greatest fear. PLUS What's going to happen to Draco?

Stay tuned,

-GoddessOfMars