The Dead of Night

Draco gave a start at the noise behind him. He laughed nervously as he realised it was nothing more than a bird finding a roost for the night. He turned back to look at the house before him, his grip sweaty on his wand. He swallowed nervously as he realised the time had come. He slowly drew up the hood on the long robe he was wearing. His slight frame was swallowed up within the robes easily, showing it clearly wasn't his. He drew a white mask out of the pocket, a slight chip under the porcelain mask's eye, making it clear to anyone who knew it that it was his Father's. He drew in another shaky breath before moving slowly up the path, dry leaves crunching underfoot. Clouds drifted slowly over the full moon, sending ghostly chills down his back and plunging the path into darkness. Emotions warred within his chest, his heart rate increasing to a thunderous amount. The sound was deafening, his vision became pinpricked with dots of light and he fell slowly to his knees. He leant down slowly; his breath coming in short gasps, making him feel even lighter headed.

"I can't do it." His voice rasped above the light autumn breeze. "I can't k…kill someone…please…" A searing of pain within the mark on his left forearm caused him to double over further, white hot light burning behind his tightly shut eyes. He whimpered. The Dark Lord's anger was obvious within him. He fell, shaking uncontrollably to his knees, the dampness of the floor seeping through the thick fabric.

"Please…" A pressure was applied to his throat and a feeling of a snake sliding into the folds of his mind reawakened a new kind of torture. He tried to let the barriers slide into place, but failed as the new presence shattered them easily within him, slicing the thin veils of his mind open and leaving all his hidden feelings bare within his head. He felt naked, like he'd had his clothes removed forcibly in front of a crowd. The pain exploded further within his mind, nearly causing him to black out, but he held on, keeping one secret close to his heart. The snake wove its way past this, not sensing the hidden emotion.

A slow, light headed feeling slowly slipped over him, his eyes glazing over as he climbed awkwardly to his feet and brushed himself down. He raised unseeing eyes to look up at the old cottage before him, pulling his wand out and easing the mask gracefully across his features again. He moved haltingly up the gravelled path, passing the clipped and well cared for lawn, flowers surrounding the sides of it nearest the house. He reached the door and tried the handle, pushing it down roughly a few times. It resisted him and so he drew his wand, raised it to the door and muttered an incantation. A jet of red light streamed out of it, causing an explosion which rocked the very foundations of the house. He stepped carefully over the splintered remains of the door and looked around slowly as a man's voice was heard from upstairs.

"Stay here…no…Emily!" The small pattering of feet could be heard as he turned to look at the stairs. A small, angelic child stood frozen on the stairs, halfway down. He stared at her for a second, before raising his wand and pointing it at her. The child's eyes widened in fear and half turned to run back up to the safety of her parents. She let out a light whimper as Draco muttered the killing curse. Screams filled the air as the killing curse shot deadly accurate to the small innocent child. The girl fell limply to the stairs as it struck her. Her blonde ringlets fell untidily across her face; bright blue eyes staring blindly back at him as her neck lay in a strange position. There was a resounding scream as her Mother ran down the stairs, not caring for her own safety. Draco looked up recognising the woman. A small part of him struggled against the claim of the Dark Lord's control over him, resisting the urge to again raise the wand.

"Lucius…how could you?" At the sound of his Father's name, Draco felt a tightening of his chest. His resistance was beaten down and he was again forced to raise the wand, his arm feeling leaden as though it was brought up by the hand of a puppeteer.

"Avada Kedavra." The woman moved slightly and the curse hit the carpet at the side of her, leaving a hole within the floor. She scrambled quickly away from the body of her daughter and ran up the stairs to where her husband had begun to descend, raising his own wand. Draco shot another spell at the woman, locking her feet to the step she had reached in her retreat to safety.

"Please…Walden…help me!" Draco's eyes rose to the man in front of him, his eyes falling on the mark he also bore on his left forearm. The snake and skull mark of the death eaters. The snake within him writhed within his mind, pushing any of his own feelings aside. All he could feel was the deep hatred of his Lord for this man. He raised the wand again, dodging a spell shot at him easily.

"Avada Kedavra." The woman screamed, throwing herself across the spell's path, blocking her husband from view. He caught her, pain flitting across his features once. He looked up, anger filling his eyes and he yelled the killing curse at Draco. He threw himself to the ground, his own desire to live taking over the Dark Lord's own desires for a second.

"Avada Kedavra!" Two shots of green light flew at the two figures. One of them dropped to the ground, a resounding thud in their wake. Silence reigned over the house as the other opponent stared at the fallen figure. Happiness flowed throughout their body, filling them to the very recesses of their soul, shrivelling the emotion held close to their heart, leaving them cold and defenceless to the snake's ravaging. It ebbed slowly away, leaving Draco to realise the horror of what he had just done. His wand hand dropped slowly to his side, his eyes widening as he fell slowly to his knees. He gazed around seeing the woman at the top of the stairs, Walden Macnair's body crumpled at the top of the stairs. He eyes travelled slowly down the stairs, eventually landing on the small figure of the girl. He scrambled quickly to his feet, nausea hurrying him outside where he threw up violently in the perfect flower beds. His feet carried him away quickly from the mess of his first killing; his first job for the dark lord. He pulled off the robes and the mask, not wanting to see them, let alone wear them anywhere, his hands trembling as he threw them down to the side of the house.

"Incendio." Flames shot from the end of his wand, jumping to start a fire on the robes. The flames got steadily bigger. Draco drew out the mask, rubbing his finger over the slight chip in his Father's mask, nostalgia taking over him once again as he remembered happier times with his Father.

"Goodbye Father." He dropped the mask onto the flaming robes, not looking back once as he made his unsteady way to the front of the house and down the dark winding driveway. He dashed his hand across his mouth, feeling an uneasiness in his stomach again as it clenched up at the thought of what he had just done. He paused, a frown flitting across his features as he saw a figure waiting in the middle of the road before him, a strangely familiar figure.

Harry Potter turned round in the middle of the road, confusion apparent in his features. He stopped stock still when he saw the figure shrouded by shadows pausing to look at him. The moon emerged from behind a dense patch of clouds, revealing Draco Malfoy stood shivering slightly in black trousers and a white shirt which was unbuttoned at the top. Harry drew his wand quicker than Draco possibly could have done. Draco fumbled slightly for his own; his hands still unsteady at the sight his eyes had just witnessed. They stared each down, neither wanting to make the first move.

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Ok that's the first chapter…what does everyone think? Review and tell me honestly because I really like the idea I have for this one. It should get good eventually. This one is just a starter of the idea. It revolves a lot around the idea of Harry ad Draco. I'm not sure what I'm going to do with their relationship.