Disclaimer: All the characters used in this story are the sole property of J.K Rowling (and some other big company whose name I do not remember. Sorry, no insults intended, just my bad memory). They are not mine. I take credit for the characters' actions and thoughts in this story, though (often used as they are).
A/N: Rather strange fic about a rather strang bunny that didn't leave me alone. Probably origianlly inspired by darkcyan's "The Other Side of the Mirror" which features necromancer-Draco.
Rating: PG-13
Pairings: None (but can be taken as Harry/Draco pre-slash)
Warnings: Implied necromancy
Feedback: Will be saved into a special folder on my harddrive and taken into consideration.
Necromancer
As far as he can recall he remembers the gazes. And whispers. His Father's friends looking at him and talking quietly. His Mother's friends looking at him and whispering behind their delicate teacups as they sat in his Mother's parlour.
Gazes. Whispers. Curious, admiring, fearful. More than a little fearful.
Speaking about his Talent.
The Dark Lord looking at him benevolently and telling his Father what a promising son he has. And ordering him to use his Talent. Just a little. Just to show them.
His Father smiles at him and he does. Use his Talent.
When the schoolyear begins he goes to Dumbledore.
There are gazes and whispers, too. Whispers about who he is. What he is. Requests to use his Talent. To put to rest those who Voldemort has rised with black magic.
People who work with him are afraid of his power. He himself is afraid of his power, sometimes.
Potter isn't.
Potter stands in the middle of the room and screams at Fudge who has refused to gather the Aurors. Fudge claims it would make people worry. That is stupid because people worry anyway and the army is needed. Right now. Or it's too late.
It's the best time to attack and if the moment passes - is allowed to pass - there will not come another like it. Dark Lord - Voldemort - will be too powerful.
Potter needs the army now. Demoting Fudge and finding a minister willing to cooperate will take too much time.
Potter (Harry) needs the army now!
Potter finishes yelling at Fudge. It's pointless, the man is too scared to think logically. So, no help from the Aurors.
Potter's gaze sweeps over the people in the room. He ignores Fudge now. He says to nobody in particular: "I need an army". He starts to say something else, but stops - and then his eyes focus on Draco.
"I need an army," he repeats, now for Draco and Draco alone. "Will you give me an army?"
And Draco knows it's madness because nobody's ever tried to to something so big and even if he manages without killing himself it's forbidden and if he does that nobody can save him from Azkaban, not Dumbledore, not Potter... Harry
It is madness and Draco says...
He says: "Yes."
The End