Authors Note: I own nothing as usual!! Damn you JK Rowling, you thought of it first.
Well this is my new story, give it a try if you can handle it!
Prologue
There are many ways to tell a story, and sometimes the story is not worth telling but it is a story nonetheless. And some stories can even change the course of history as we know it. This is one story that you will never forget…
The blonde man stood in front of the veil facing his opponent, his long hair flying behind him. He stared at the shaggy haired man in front of him with an unreadable expression.
'Stupefy!' he yelled loudly, pointing his wand at the younger man with a stylish flick.
'Protego!' the young man screeched the shield spell quickly before the jet of light could hit him. The blonde man dodged with surprising agility as the spell he had cast returned to him. To the casual observer the blonde man was the epitome of aristocratic snobbery, his grey eyes and straight back holding within them the tempest of his youth that had been restrained through years of cold disdain, but to the young woman watching the battle from the shadows there was something more to this man. There was a storm clouding in those grey eyes, a storm that brewed and bubbled, like there was something he was fighting. Like a silent war inside his mind. To Hermione Granger this was the beginning of a new idea on the man before her, an idea that would change all their lives forever.
'Come on, you don't believe all this blood supremacy crap! You don't have to kill anymore. Think of her, think of Hermione, every time you hurt someone you are killing a part of her! STOP!' The voice he recognised as his own echoed in the back of his mind. But another voice, more of a hiss than a voice, drowned out his own.
'Kill him' it urged. It resounded in his head drowning out his own voice. But he knew he had to fight it. He tried to concentrate on the himself, on his feelings but he couldn't. The hiss continued to echo getting louder and louder.
'KILLL HIM! KILL HIM'
As the battle between the voices raged in his mind, his concentration waned. The thin, shaggy haired man shook his head in pure shock. This man, this great and powerful wizard was drowning in shallow water. From behind him he could hear the demonic laughter of his cousin, as she cast the spell that would end his life. He ducked quickly but the green light shot over his head and directly into the dazed aristocrat. The man was knocked backwards with the force of the spell and as his eyes lost their life he began to float in the veil behind him. As he faded into the veil and the pops of apparation began, a resounding cry of anguish from the young woman in the shadows could be heard echoing around the department of Mysteries. Lucius Malfoy was dead.
Death in the first Chapter, how evil am I? Don't worry the sex god will be back!!