- I thought of this out of the blue, it has nothing to do with the timeline but I thought it would be interesting if Draco became a rebel Goth. Bare with me, and hope you are amused with the workings of my mind.-

The Remains of a Rebel Rocker

They were always lies in my eyes, the way they had talked to me with such concern, as if they really cared. I knew my father didn't care much about me, so as long as I obeyed him he wouldn't be as hard on me. My mother was always harsh against every standard I tried to obtain. Back then I never had true friends, they were only associated as classmates. I was alone then, and still alone now, but I learned something from my time with my soul attached to the strings of the burgundy guitar.

I always faked who I really was to my parents, to my classmates and at first to myself. Yet deep down I knew that everything I did wasn't worth the price I did them for. I needed something more than what that school had to offer, I needed to feel something, anything. So I left one day when I was about fourteen, it was during the summer where I would meet a group of people who would change my life forever.

"I'm going out!" I said and walked toward the door. There had been a fight with my father. It was just a petty quarrel, but I was sick of everything he tried to blame me for so I walked to the door and opened it. Before I was out the door I heard my mother yell back, 'come back when my attitude was more of a man then a pesky little child.'

Their words always hurt me in more ways then I let on. I only wore the clothes that hung tightly against my body. During the last year I had grown taller, and thankfully more muscular. Yet these features would not help me through the coldest night during the summer. I needed to think of things other than what my life was really about, whether it was worth living among others who wished nothing more than to be rid of me.

As I walked down the deserted filthy roads of the lower city, I wanted to know what was out there, to know if there could ever be something more out there for me. I trotted along as one condemned, and I knew I must have looked pathetic. Then I saw them coming down the other side of the street. There were three guys an one girl from what I could tell. I couldn't really see what they really looked like because they hadn't yet hit the light from the post. Yet I could tell they were Goths, supposedly the true forms of the dark art, but everyone knew that was a legend of the past.

Goths used only the dark arts, but I never really spent much time with one to know what they were really like. To be honest I have never spent anytime with a Goth but I had dreamed of living as one once. As they walked past the light I saw what they were wearing, in my mind at first I thought they were just dirty rags sewn together. I tried contain my arrogant laughter, but a snicker managed to escape, and I regretted it the instant it fell off my lips.

They all glared in my direction, each mumble something to each other. Then they began to follow me, I knew I was outnumbered but at this point I felt no point in running. They snickered behind my back, I continued to walk aimlessly. Then I felt someone tap my shoulder, I expected the worst, but the hit never came. I saw her then, the other guys had fallen back. She looked at me with determination flashes all through her features.

I froze as I truly looked at her, she was completely captivating. From her long wavy black hair to her sparkling golden eyes that stood out from the black eye makeup that was painted on. Even with a scowl on her face she looked absolutely breath taking. Yet my ogling would soon be at a halt when the back of her hand met my forehead. I grunted from the mild pain that shot through my forehead.

"So what was the laughing about, huh?" She asked with deep sarcasm in her tone. She shifted her weight from one leg to the other as she waited for my reply.

"I...I, um.." Was all that I could get out. The guys who stood behind began to laugh aloud.

"That tells me so much," She said out of agitation. One of the guys walked up to us and laughed as if it was the funniest thing in the world. My anger was beginning to boil inside me, but I only raised my eyebrow as if in confusion.

"You scared him to a complete loss of words," He told her, I noticed he had a thick accent, Romanian perhaps. He had short onyx colored hair that spiked out in every direction and his eyes were gray. He wore a shredded up black T-shirt that fell just before his waist. "Jezebel, I think you frightened the boy to death." Her only acknowledgment was a grunt of annoyance. He then grabs my shoulder as a friendly gesture, I froze from the touch. He noticed and quickly took his hand away, smiled at me then gave a nod.

"Sorry about the intrusion, Jezebel just has her moments that scare us all. The real question was if you were laughing at us?" He said with a serious face, but there was amusement in his eyes, " I can see from the outfit your one of those high bred children. I find it amusing that you are alone this late at night."

"Well maybe I felt in the mood for a walk to get some fresh air," I grew tense as I saw from the corner of my eye the other two guys approaching. He then turned to the girl, Jezebel and whispered something. She took a step back looked at his with bewilderment, her eyes wide.

"Your not serious, you couldn't possibly be thinking..." She then raised her arms over her head let out a frustrated sigh, crossed the street and proceeded down a dark alleyway. He laughed out loud at her reaction, watched her go then turned back to me.

"Don't mind her, you don't seem that bad of a guy. So I'm going to give you an invitation to a gig me and some of my mates are going to have," He pulls a piece of paper out of his back pant pocket, " I suggest you go, its tomorrow at twelve. Directions are on the back. Bring some of your mates, maybe drop by on your walk for some fresh air." He chuckled at the last part and handed me the paper.

I looked down at it giving me the name of the band and the destination, I looked back up at him. He pulled a ciggie out from the back of his ear and put it to his lips, whispered a spell to his thumb and it went a flame. I stared in awe, not because fire was going out of his thumb but the way to all them that it was nothing different. He lit the stick and shook his thumb to extinguish the flame. He gave me a nod and started toward the dark alleyway. He stopped before entering the alley, as the other two went on, he turned back to me, "If you come into any problem tell them your with me. The name's Vlad."

He then turned and went on through that mysterious dark alley. I wanted to follow because of curiosity, but I didn't. I stood there staring across the street for a few more seconds before I headed back in the direction of my parents house. When I got back all the lights were out, as I had expected them to be. I opened the front door and went straight to my room. I lit a few candles and pulled out the piece of paper that I had stuffed in my pocket. I looked at it for a few minuets, before I put it down on my onyx colored desk. I then fell face first into my pillow where I fell asleep in mere seconds with some many thoughts in my head.