A.N. Hi everyone!

This story is AU! So consider yourself warned;)

As always: I apologize for any and all mistakes in grammar and/or spelling I've made:) Sadly English is not my 1 language:(

Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of " Harry Potter"


Pain was one of those things he knew very well. He had many scars crossing on his body to prove it. The oldest ones from his childhood the most recent from war. Years spent in the Voldemort's shadow had taught him a lot about many different kinds of pain both physical and psychological, about pain caused by the whip, by the curse by the knife, but nothing he's experienced in his life prepared him for a pain he felt right now. It's long-drawn-out not-ending agony next to which even Crucio seemed to be insignificant. He felt as if the curse casted by his murderer tore his intestines and burnt his skin inside out. He didn't know how much time have passed since the attack, minutes, hours or days. He became engrossed in pain. His screams had wearied out a while ago, and now he could only moan.

"You thought you'd be safe?" masked figure whispered bending over " you thought you'd escape?"

He didn't have strength to answer, he didn't have strength to beg for mercy he could only pray for death.

"You hid yourself here and you thought that I wouldn't find you" white mask glistened ominously.

New wave of pain shook his body. He couldn't know it, but the end was near. It was announced by bloody tears which were flowing across his face. His brain was shutting down.

The murderer with satisfaction watched how convulsions were shaking the body of his victim.

Once , twice.

He wasn't young handsome man anymore but only twitching mass of bloody meat .

Finally it was over.

The murderer breathed deeply.

That smell, the smell of death and blood carried him back to the past, to the battlefield.

For a moment he was back there watching a destruction.

Masked death eater shook his head. He had no time for dwelling upon the past.

He had a mission. Traitors who lived in England soon would know his new power.


„ Blaise!How in a name of Merlin did you manage to find this place?" Pansy asked her lifelong friend looking sceptically around her new spacious flat. When Blaise had told her that he'd found her perfect flat which she'd be able to afford she'd imagined it to be a small one-room flat situated somewhere on the attic of an old tenement without the lift. But surprisingly, when Blaise opened the door only a minutes ago she saw a large three-roomed flat in the elegant building, put literally a few steps from her work in the beautiful green nook.

It'd take a remarkable bit of luck to find something like that. Pansy pursued her lips: a bit of luck or cunning Slytherin who'd pulled some right strings.

Blaise shrugged " I guess I was lucky!" he stated innocently

" Three room apartment in the excellent location that cheap?" Pansy huffed „ Blaise maybe I wasn't here for a few years, but that doesn't mean that suddenly I became credulous innocent being!

Blaise gulped seeing her don't-you dare-messing-with-me look. It's Pansy he's known from his childhood. Obstreperous, stubborn and not standing the objection Slytherin princess.

„ Split it!" Pansy demanded impatiently „ Right now!"

"What?" Blaise was trying to buy himself some time

" Stop playing around! This house belongs to you or to Draco?" she asked directly her eyes pinning him down to the spot making the escape impossible. He knew when he's losing

„ To Draco" he admitted

Pansy sighed with frustration running her hand through her hair . " Didn't I tell you that I didn't need charity?"

„ It's not a charity! We are friends! " Blaise retorted and seeing her raised up chin sighed "Pansy, for once just stop being stubborn listen! Draco and I only want to help you, to help both of you" he added „ just stop complicating everything. „

Pansy went quiet. She knew that she needed help. If she was alone she probably would have tried to save her pride. She had her job and was making enough money for herself. But the problem was she wasn't alone. And money she earned would never be enough for them both. Yet still admitting it's a hard thing to do for a tough Slytherin.

"You could have told me" she stated for a sake of quarrel

Blaise smiled with his famous swashbuckling smile" We could" he agreed „ but then you would not show up"

Pansy could only shook her head hearing his logical explanation.

It was the greatest problem with having friends. They knew you too well.

" You'll see, everything will be fine" Blaise promised hugging her „ You have us here. It's gonna be a new beginning"

„I hope you're right" Pansy whispered " I hope coming back wasn't the worst decision of my life"


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