Chapter 1
Looking up from under her cloak the girl stared at the man in front of her with cold, hard grey eyes. Her silver hair fell around her face like a curtain. She stared, red lips pursed into a line eyes not moving. Senses alert, her body tense but honour filled. 'Crucio' She wouldn't scream, as her eyes grew wide she bit her lips. She felt the blood that ran down her chin and onto her chest. She could taste it. Her eyes still cold and not moving she bit down harder, her body tearing apart from inside. . The room around her started fading away. Slowly. She saw his face in front of her as she fell... Her body hit the floor and her eyes closed. Her last thought being that of honour and pride, she hadn't screamed. 'You are going to kill her Lucius. Please... I beg you, let me take her to her room...' He didn't answer her just looked at her and her oldest son with the same cold eyes the girl that lay on the floor had shown them, but these where evil. Pure evil...
'I'll take care of her. Go. They'll start asking questions.' Narcissa looked up and then nodded. She kissed the still frame of her daughter and then her son, as she walked out of the door. That was the last time he saw her before leaving to Hogwarts. He knew that.
'Draco...' Her cold hand touched his and he looked at her. He held her eyes for just a moment, but it told her all she needed to know. She had always adored him. He was her angel, no matter what the rest would think of him. He was two years older than her. He was in his final year at Hogwarts, or he would be when he returned the first of September. She dreaded that date. She would be left alone to wander the great corridors of the castle, she knew them all by heart after all the years, but she had learned to love them. Even thought she would have given all she owned and could possibly provide, to be leaving them with him this fall. She knew that this year would be different, she could feel it in the air. And she knew she had the gift to know it was true, they would fight the war this year. And maybe the light would conquer, after all. She prayed for them, the members of the other side. But she also knew that when they did, she would fall with the rest. She would be looked at as just another Malfoy, just another death eater child. But she kept on praying. SO she had made the promise to the night that heard her songs, and whispered prays, she would willingly give her life, if it was what the light needed for being victorious. And she hoped they would be...
He was a Slytherin, and both of them had been told that Slytherins where special, purer and had more power than others. The worst where the Gryffindors. ' Yes Glade(Skogsglänta/Forestglade).' ' Why are you here, it is after all late and you're in my room.' Gentle. He had always loved to just listen to her voice. IT sounded like water softly trickling down, soft yet daring. Her eyes bore a light inside them, the light that many people he had seen had tried to take away, to blow out. But she proudly carried them open wide, shining in the night like the stars, guiding a lone witch or wizard in their despair, or calming an elf. Her face was sweet and pure. Like the water itself, that you could see through to deep inside where fishes swam and underwater flowers drew light. She could just look at one of the death eaters down stairs and they would feal for her, even thought their orders might be different. But the thing everyone saw the clearest (of the few that had actually seen her and even knew of her existence), was the eternal kindness, and will to help that radiated from her whole being. Mixed with her pure beauty she could have been a young goddess. She might very well have been. But the many years of life in the castle, had learnt her skills many would have killed to have on the dark side. Evil was turned against evil, that was how she survived, she come right back at the death eaters and their masters, with her sharp words. ' I could leave if my lady so wished, but I would consider it wise not to take that tone.' He would provoke her as much as she asked him to, as long as they kept away from the subjects that caused the coldness. 'Please do stay. Don't think I'm not grateful for that you brought me up here. Thank you.'
'I didn't think it would be very nice down there on the stone floor, do you?' She smiled at him. 'I don't wish for you to leave me tomorrow, Draco.' He just looked at her... 'I can feel it in the night wind, its whispering in my ears, its telling me of death, and I'm willing it to tell me more. The war will begin this year. I've prayed for you to be safe, and being in the school will keep you safer then anywhere else. Professor Dumbledore. He too hears them whisper in his ears. He too knows.' 'And how does the lady know of such things, she hasn't spoken to him since he doesn't know she exists has she' 'The wise man knows more than just of my existence. He hears my calls, just as he hears the whispers in the night air. I whisper to.' 'I didn't know.' 'Now you do.' 'I will send you all the letters I can.' 'I will be waiting them eagerly. Do send me news of the old and wise.' She let his hand go and met his eyes. She smiled... A reassurance that she would be here waiting for every note he sent along, and every owl that awakened her at night. He kissed her hair. She never closed her eyes.
Looking up from under her cloak the girl stared at the man in front of her with cold, hard grey eyes. Her silver hair fell around her face like a curtain. She stared, red lips pursed into a line eyes not moving. Senses alert, her body tense but honour filled. 'Crucio' She wouldn't scream, as her eyes grew wide she bit her lips. She felt the blood that ran down her chin and onto her chest. She could taste it. Her eyes still cold and not moving she bit down harder, her body tearing apart from inside. . The room around her started fading away. Slowly. She saw his face in front of her as she fell... Her body hit the floor and her eyes closed. Her last thought being that of honour and pride, she hadn't screamed. 'You are going to kill her Lucius. Please... I beg you, let me take her to her room...' He didn't answer her just looked at her and her oldest son with the same cold eyes the girl that lay on the floor had shown them, but these where evil. Pure evil...
'I'll take care of her. Go. They'll start asking questions.' Narcissa looked up and then nodded. She kissed the still frame of her daughter and then her son, as she walked out of the door. That was the last time he saw her before leaving to Hogwarts. He knew that.
'Draco...' Her cold hand touched his and he looked at her. He held her eyes for just a moment, but it told her all she needed to know. She had always adored him. He was her angel, no matter what the rest would think of him. He was two years older than her. He was in his final year at Hogwarts, or he would be when he returned the first of September. She dreaded that date. She would be left alone to wander the great corridors of the castle, she knew them all by heart after all the years, but she had learned to love them. Even thought she would have given all she owned and could possibly provide, to be leaving them with him this fall. She knew that this year would be different, she could feel it in the air. And she knew she had the gift to know it was true, they would fight the war this year. And maybe the light would conquer, after all. She prayed for them, the members of the other side. But she also knew that when they did, she would fall with the rest. She would be looked at as just another Malfoy, just another death eater child. But she kept on praying. SO she had made the promise to the night that heard her songs, and whispered prays, she would willingly give her life, if it was what the light needed for being victorious. And she hoped they would be...
He was a Slytherin, and both of them had been told that Slytherins where special, purer and had more power than others. The worst where the Gryffindors. ' Yes Glade(Skogsglänta/Forestglade).' ' Why are you here, it is after all late and you're in my room.' Gentle. He had always loved to just listen to her voice. IT sounded like water softly trickling down, soft yet daring. Her eyes bore a light inside them, the light that many people he had seen had tried to take away, to blow out. But she proudly carried them open wide, shining in the night like the stars, guiding a lone witch or wizard in their despair, or calming an elf. Her face was sweet and pure. Like the water itself, that you could see through to deep inside where fishes swam and underwater flowers drew light. She could just look at one of the death eaters down stairs and they would feal for her, even thought their orders might be different. But the thing everyone saw the clearest (of the few that had actually seen her and even knew of her existence), was the eternal kindness, and will to help that radiated from her whole being. Mixed with her pure beauty she could have been a young goddess. She might very well have been. But the many years of life in the castle, had learnt her skills many would have killed to have on the dark side. Evil was turned against evil, that was how she survived, she come right back at the death eaters and their masters, with her sharp words. ' I could leave if my lady so wished, but I would consider it wise not to take that tone.' He would provoke her as much as she asked him to, as long as they kept away from the subjects that caused the coldness. 'Please do stay. Don't think I'm not grateful for that you brought me up here. Thank you.'
'I didn't think it would be very nice down there on the stone floor, do you?' She smiled at him. 'I don't wish for you to leave me tomorrow, Draco.' He just looked at her... 'I can feel it in the night wind, its whispering in my ears, its telling me of death, and I'm willing it to tell me more. The war will begin this year. I've prayed for you to be safe, and being in the school will keep you safer then anywhere else. Professor Dumbledore. He too hears them whisper in his ears. He too knows.' 'And how does the lady know of such things, she hasn't spoken to him since he doesn't know she exists has she' 'The wise man knows more than just of my existence. He hears my calls, just as he hears the whispers in the night air. I whisper to.' 'I didn't know.' 'Now you do.' 'I will send you all the letters I can.' 'I will be waiting them eagerly. Do send me news of the old and wise.' She let his hand go and met his eyes. She smiled... A reassurance that she would be here waiting for every note he sent along, and every owl that awakened her at night. He kissed her hair. She never closed her eyes.
