Summary: Love, Squander, A Raging war in the wizarding world's favourite Golden Boy. Only when he is grieving the Headmaster's death, is the Boy-Who-Lived finally allowed love and peace in the form of the Serpent One, Draco. Warning: Drarry 3
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, or any other characters from Harry Potter. J.K Rowling is the sole creator and for that, I deeply and honestly salute her for creating such beauties.
To Nowhere
Chapter One – Into the Darkness
'I can help you, Draco,' Dumbledore said to Malfoy. Even in his spellbound position, Harry saw his wand falter. It trembled in his hand. He's hesitating. Harry thought, unable to accept the fact.
'You can't help me! Nobody can! Not even my father, or you, or that bloody Potter!' Malfoy's strained voice choked out. Tears were forming in the boy's eyes, and his body started to quiver.
'You are forgetting, Draco. I am Dumbledore. I have people who are more than willing to accept you, and care for you, and protect you from Voldemort.' He chuckled, despite his current situation, 'Even Harry. Please, Draco, please—come to the right side, and fight against evil.' The old man's eyes pleaded, his burnt hand outstretched, towards the blonde boy. He was begging, he knew, but he didn't want one so young to be at the mercy of the Dark Lord. He didn't want anyone to be at his unforgivable mercy.
Draco lowered his wand completely, and looked into his Headmaster's eyes. Surely, anyone with the power to save him from this fate, it could be Dumbledore. No… he couldn't kill the old one. Look, he was already weakened from a previous battle. He was kneeling, and his hand was pleading for him to change his mind. The blonde one took a step closer, about to speak, when just then, the Great Door opened, and Snape came slithering out, with 4 other Death Eaters in tow.
'What's this? You still haven't killed the old bastard?' Snape's nostrils flared. Draco felt his blood rise to his eyes, and he wanted nothing more than to kill Snape. Kill him for being so stupid, so blind as to see that the Dark Lord was not going to win against the good side. He would fall--oh yes, Draco knew that. He knew that when the Dark Lord gave him this mission. He saw in the Black Thing's eyes that he was scared, scared to lose to a boy, a child yet again. And Draco knew that he would.
Snape glared at the blonde boy, hatred and confusion in his black eyes. 'I—er….' He started, but Dumbledore spoke before he had a chance.
'Severus… what are you doing? Please… Severus, I've guided you into the light, do you falter yet again?' Dumbledore once again pleaded for Snape's mercy. He felt pitiful for it… but he needed the Potion Master's help more than anything. He needed him.
'We are here, Albus to kill you. We are here to fufill the mission set upon us by the Dark Lord and to end you, once and for all.' Snape growled in malice and hate, and he pointed his wand at the old man, screaming, Avada Kedavra!
Harry wanted to scream. He wanted to kill Snape---to destroy the bastard. Dumbledore. His mentor, his only father figure, was being thrown into the air, thrown about like a rag doll. His body was encircled in a green glow, and fell to the ground in a sickening, torturing thump. Just then, the magical bindings broke and Harry was able to move. However, he just couldn't. Shock, and panic filled the boy, thrashing his mind into a complete shutdown when it came to actually moving.
It took the Golden Boy a few moments to realize that he was alone. Malfoy, Snape, and the Death Eaters ran off as soon as… Harry couldn't think. He ran after them… into the raging war. Into the Darkness.