Secrets Of The Serpents
By- RavenHeart101
Summery- It all started with his mother's death and a potion...
Christopher Halliwell had been going to Hogwarts School Of Witchcraft and Wizardry for three years until his mother died. He continued going, but Wyatt started leaning towards the dark side.
With his older brother gone and his older sister friends with the enemy, who can he turn to except the people he has trusted his whole time here... Draco Malfoy, Pansy Parkinson, and Millicent Bullstrode.
Disclaimer- I own nothing.
WARNING- THIS STORY IS SLASH.
"The broken clock is a comfort,
It helps me sleep tonight,
Maybe you can't stop tomorrow,
From stealing all my time,
And I'm here still waiting,
Though I still have my doubts,
I am damaged at best,
Like you've already figured out…"
Broken- Lifehouse
The stair was icy, the face like a snake. His clothes were tattered and covered in dirt. The other had the face of his father and the wits of his aunts. His clothes were all black, not tattered at all, and his hair was down to his chin and blue eyes held a cold stance. "When shall we attack?" the first asked sternly.
"When I am ready and have him on my side." The second replied lounging in his chair.
"No offence, sir. But why do you need him on your side?"
The second man laughed, "The old man has yet to realize that he is training the wrong person."
"Of course," said the first, "he is quite a foolish old man. Mind me ask who this person is?"
"Not at all," said the second, "He is my brother…"
The last word echoed throughout his mind. If only that old man could have heard those words. If only the people of the school would have heard that conversation. Maybe none of this would have happened. But that I will never know, all I can focus on is what I am doing now and telling you where and when my life went to hell…
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He stood there, gazing out into the horizon, instead of looking down at the pale white face of his mother. She looked beautiful, he knew that, but still that did not mean that he cared. Still he was numb; from the day, he had watched his mother die. Still he could not muster up a single tear. Maybe it was from shock, as some said. However, he knew, he knew that it was because he wanted to show his father. He wanted to make him proud of him, for once in his life. As people left the ceremony, he had to line up with his brother and sister to their hands. To thank them for coming and he did not want to. He did not want to have to hear about how great she was. He already knew all of that.
After all of the, "your mother was a wonderful woman's" it was their turn to place the flowers on the casket. They had already closed it, and he tried not to wish that they had not. He tried not to wish for his mother's comforting arms around him. Nevertheless, he did wish, everyone did, even his father. Gently, he placed his last rose onto his mother's casket. Still he did not cry, he did not frown. His face was like stone; his eyes showed all the terror he had seen in his short life. All the things that should cause children nightmares never once haunted his dreams. He did not sleep for them.
As his hand touched the casket he jumped, pictures flashed and one voice stood out from the rest… "The old man has yet to realize that he is training the wrong person."
"Of course," said another slyly, "He is quite a foolish old man. Mind me ask who this person is?"
"Not at all," said the first, "He is my brother." He could feel the second smiling.
"Ahh, yes, young Christopher Halliwell. He will help this group. Especially after his mother is taken care of." The first sat straight up.
"If you hurt either one of them, I will personally kill you."
"No, no, no, I di-"Suddenly he was ripped out of the premonition. He opened his dulling green eyes and noticed that everyone was staring at him. Quickly he turned around and left the area. He was shaking, gasping for air. His heart was pounding against his rib cage, his eyes prickled with tears. Not for his mother, but from the harsh reality that his brother was evil, he had cheated him, he lied.
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Steam blew out of the ruby red train as the conductor let out the sound of the horn. He closed his eyes and pictured his family. The was he wanted it to be. He faked a smile and started walking by all of the busy and full compartments on the Hogwarts Express. "Oi! Halliwell!" A voice he recognized all to well said from behind him. Just keep walking, he thought to himself, ignore the prat and keep walking. "Think you're too good for me huh Halliwell?"
"Fuck off Weasley." Chris muttered trying to find his group of friends.
"Watch your language Halliwell." Chris closed his eyes and sighed trying to compose himself.
"Leave him alone Potter." A matured voice said from the fourteen year olds side.
"Shove it Malfoy." Said Granger in a pissed off way.
"Come on, Dray." Chris grabbed his arm roughly and pulled him down the isle, "now where's the compartment?"
"Right here," Said a girl of fourteen with dark brown hair and brown eyes. Pansy Parkinson surly was beautiful. She smiled at them both giving each a respectful hug.
"Hey Pans." Chris and Draco each said before entering the compartment. "Hey Millie!" Chris exclaimed when he saw the red headed girl; she raised her head to show them all her watercolor blue eyes. When I say her hair is red, I mean it's red, the color red.
"Hey, Chris, Draco." She gave each a hug and looked down at her lap. Pansy entered and pecked her on the cheek.
"What's wrong darling?" She asked, darling the pet name used for each of them. Millicent looked up and gave Chris a slight smile.
"I'm sorry about your mother, Chrissie." He swallowed and looked down at his hands, how did she know about that?
"What happened to your mother?" Questioned Pansy feeling confused. He felt the back of his eyes sting.
He took a deep breath, "She's dead." He whispered.
"Oh Jesus, Chris," Draco said looking out at him with sympathetic eyes, "I'm so sorry."
Chris nodded, pursing his lips, "Yeah. Me too." He blinked, and felt Draco's arm slide around his shoulders. He pulled him onto his chest, being one of the only people to allow him to cry, soon he fell asleep, and Draco never once complained…
"Get out of here Chris!" His mother yelled at the top of her lungs. She was trying her best to stop the spells, but they were not her kind of magic.
"No!" He had yelled back as a green spell went flying past his ear. Soon they had them all vanquished and Piper placed a hand on her heart.
"Come here, Peanut." He did, and placed his arms around his mother's form. Gently she stroked his hair. "Mommy's alright."
He chuckled and pulled away, soon they were both laughing and Piper turned around. Suddenly her laughter stopped, and she let out a surprised yell. Chris turned around, "MOM!" and he plunged over to her side his arm getting in the way of the sword. He caught sight of some of the words on the blade… The Lion Always Perishes…
"Chris! Chris! Wake up!" Someone was shaking him hard. He cracked open his eyes and nearly cried when he saw the sight of Draco, Pansy and Millicent. "You were having a nightmare."
"I had no idea." He said sarcastically. Pansy and Draco laughed he himself cracked a smile. The group of friends threw on their robes in a flash and Chris could not help but shivering every time he thought of those four words… The Lion Always Perishes…
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Chris spared himself a few glances over at his older sister. Melinda Halliwell had her blonde hair up in a messy bun and was seated next to Fred and George Weasley. She looked over at him and smiled, she waved lightly and he waved back, smiling too. He took his cup and drank a sip. His eyes wandered over to Harry Potter, Ronald Weasley, Hermione Granger and Potter's girlfriend (A.K.A Ginerva Weasley). Potter and Weasley plural smirked at him and Chris glared back. He turned around and gazed at his friends.
Suddenly he felt sick. He narrowed his eyes to stop his stomach from churning that did not help. He felt light headed and oddly parched. Pansy was peering at him in concern when he gripped the table in front of him. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath that did not help at all. He saw the hall moving before his eyes and could not take it anymore… he collapsed.
A: N- So there's chapter one! Did you like it? Any flames will be laughed at and please review. Muahhhhh evil cliffy! Thank you!