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Ebony Crystals

Chapter One
"Pained"

Pain. The first word that enters the mind when asked to explain the effects of the Cruciatus Curse. Going into further explainitory reasoning one may say this curse causes an unsurpassable amount of excruciating agony. Haplessly for thoes who fuel on vengance using the Cruciatus, a select fw live on the pain; it brings them pleasure in a most unusual form. Most, however, fear this particular curse most of all. You, Dear Reader, may think Avada Kedavra would strike the spark of cowardice...but you would be wrong. There are things worse than death...so much worse.

Being raised in a family consisting of Death Eaters it is most impossible to remain pure. Unless, that is, you find a savior who changes your aspect on life. Nothing can be good when dark meets light in an explosive clash..unless it meets by means of love.

Draco Malfoy squirmed uncomfortably in his bed. The light from the early-morning sun forced its way though the closed drapes causing the golden ray to spill across Draco's rug. He brought his arm out in front of him and smiled deliciously at the sight of the Dark Mark that'd been burned into his flawless body barely twenty-four hours prier. The remnants of searing pain caused his hands to htingle and throb gently. He ran one across his bare chest and fingered the edge of his boxers; he had kicked the blankets from, his body before the sun rose and stipped himself of his shirt.

He dipped his hand beneath the waistline and rubbed the smooth skin revealed. The soft click of the dorrhandle being turned echoed through the room Draco jerked his hand up and pulled it, along with his other one, behind his head. The door was pushed open revealing his fahter.

Lucius gazed warily at his son, a look of pure disgust shadowing his face. His hand was coated with blood of which seemed to catch all the light in the room and smother it.

"Up, now!" he narled.

Draco cautiously sat up both confused and frightened at his father's actions. Lucius, no matter how agnered, rarely raised his voice at Draco. Now, his face was twisted in an ugly, faltering way...it was truely terrifying.

Half naked, Draco was dragged by his father down the large staircase. His mother's tearstained face startled him as they entered the sitting room...but what shocked Draco even more was the body that his mother was leaning over. Bellatrix Lestrange was laying in a pool of blood, her arm clearly broken and her neck snapped. Her eye sockets were empty save the red liquid. Lucius pushed him to the floor next to them, draing his wand from his pocket.

Draco stared blankly at the wand pointed at him, hiding his fear as he heard his father speak.

"Avada Ka-"

"Don't, please! He's just a baby!" Narcissa pleaded, grabbing Lucius' arm.

Lucius growled and gripped his wife by her hair. "Stupid bitch," he grumbled as he banged her head against the corner of the table. She gasped and fell unconscience.

In that time, Draco had managed to locate his wand. Wand to wand, two dark wizards, one older-one younger, a life had to be taken .

Shadows waltzed along the dreary room, engulfing all that dare cross them. Draco's eyes shifted beyond Lucius as something moved...possibly just a trick of light. No, Narcissa had crawled to her knees...she was still awake. Then, out of no where, Draco found himself being thrown backwards. Something sharp penetrated the back of his head as he hit wall.

Pain erupted from the base of his cranium and shot through his skull. The wors of the killing curse voicifrated by his father were cut off once again thanks to Narcissa. She had dug her nails into Lucius' arm, trying to wrestle the wand from his grasp. He plunged the pointed end through her trachea.

Draco tried to scream-to yell for help but found he was far too weak. Still on the ground, something lodged in the back of his head, crying , he managed to raise his wand towards his father and whisiper, "Avada Kadavra", before blacking out.

"You can never escape your destiny, young Malfoy." The Dark Lord's voice echoed through the mass of hooded figures.

Draco's breath hitched. "But hte Prophecy said-"

"The Prophecy lied. Your mother is dead because of you and you still beleive the damn Prophecy?

"I didn't...I didn't mean to-"

"You've killed your own mother, Draco! You're a murderer just like the rest of us!"

"No, I didn't do it-"

"Yes-you've killed her!"

"I-I killed her...I can't...no..."

Voldemort's cackling slowly faded out as Draco felt someboyd stoke his hair...a soft touch...soothing. He closed his eyes and felt himself rising. When he opened his eyes, he found he was laying on a bed of a white-washed room, the dip in the side of hte bed and the fingers gliding through his hair signified someone in the room with him Someone who gazed wairily in the distance, someone with sad blue eyes, someone with bushy-brown hair...

"Mudblood! What the hell do you think you're doing?" Draco bellowed, trying to sit up.

Hermione jumped from the hospital bed she'd been sitting on. She grimmaced and pushed his shoulders down on the bed. "Don't, you need to stay in bed."

"Fu-ck you, Grandger." He tried to force himself up only to reveive a shot of pain from the back of his bandaged head down his spine. he winced and let Hermione push him gently back down. "What am I doing here, where ever we are?"

"We're in St. Mungo's. Your parents are dead, Malfoy."

Draco nodded, something in his chest dropped at the thought of his mother. Tears rose behind his eyes but he blinked them away and put up a cold front. "So what the hell are you doing here...filthy mudblood."

"I'm your medi-witch." she snapped. "I'm taking a course for the summer and I got stuck with you as my patient."

Draco turned away from Hermione adn recalled the events that occured...he'd killed his parents...his mother...hadn't he? "Am I going to Azkaban?"

There was a hesitation. "We wont know until the trial."

There was silence that lingered around the two before Draco asked, "Why were you petting my head?"

"You were having another one of your nightmares." she grabbed a stack of parchments from the nightstand. "So far, I've found something about a prophecy...and somebody killing-"

"What are you, a friggin psyciatrist? Burn those!"

"I will not! The Healers told me to keep note on you in case you said something about what happened-"

"You don't know what happened-YOU WEREN'T THERE!" Draco pushed himself up. "You didn't see...you...you..."

"OVERSIZED PENGUIN!" For lack of better words, Draco collasped.

Hermione glared at him and asked lamely. "Do you even know what a Penguin is, Malfoy?"

He glared back. "Yes...no." He looked away. "You weren't there...I could've saved her but I...I..." Draco bit his lower lip and closed his eyes, fighting tears; he wouldn't cry in front of this...this..."Mudblood." he grumbled and glared at her.

Hermione growled in outrage, "Why you insufferable, good-for-nothing, little-" she cut herself short and watched Draco as he palyed with a safety pin that'd been left on the nightstand. "What are you doing now?"

He ignored her and placed the tip of the pin to his wrist, above on of the blue veins that lay fozen beneath his skin. He tried to press down but found that the pin was no longer in his hand but Hermione's.

"Give it back, stupid Mudblood!"

Hemione rolled her eyes and shoved the pin her her pocket. She turned on her hell and began to walk towards the doors.

"W-where are you going?" Draco demanded, lifting his head off of the bed and using his elbows to prop himself up.

"To tell the Healer's you're suicidle." she turned back to face him. "Although, I doubt you'll actually do anything; you're too much of a coward, Malfoy.: and then she was gone.

Draco glared after her, wishing he could fun after her and reply with a smart remark. He shivered as a cold breeze flowed in though an open window. He searched for his wand, using his eyes. Not finding it, he cursed at the departed Hermione under his breath. Slowly, he sat up and let his feet dangle off the side of the hospital bed. He held his aching head in his hands for a moment before pushing hmself up.

He swayed as he stood, a hand on the wall for balance. The pain blurred his vision slightly. He tried to move his foot and collasped to the floor as a resault of overwhelming pain. The soft sound of the door shutting echoed though Draco's skull. He held his head, laying in a fetal positionwhile tears leaked down his face.

"Malfoy? What on Earth are you doing?"

He sobbed gently on the ground, mumbling, "Closing the window."

He heard Hermione chuckle slightly as she walked passed him and shut the window.

"It's not funny." he wimpered, trying to wipe the tears from his face. "It h-hurts."

Hermione sighed deeply and kneeled next to Draco. "You have to help me...I can't lift you myself."

"I can't..." he choked.

Hermioned placed a hand behind his head causing him to wimper in pain. She ran her fingers though his angel soft hair as she pushed him up into a sitting position and layed his head on the side of the bed.

Draco watched her cross the room and open a cupboard filled with various potions. He sighed and something glistening on the floor by his thigh caught his attention. Swiftly, or as fast as his shaking fingers could, he grasped the pin in his palm.

Hermione returned with a vile of blue potion. "Sleeping Drought." she stated as a response to Draco's curious look. "Drink it, you'll feel better when you wake up." She pressed the vile to Draco's mouth. "Malfoy!" she scolded.

It's not poison is i-" he was cut short. Hermione had used the time to pour the potion down his throat. "Mudblood..." he wined, grimmacing.

"C'mon, let's get you in bed you dolt."

"Filthy Mudblood." Draco yawned, and leaned against Hermione as she helped him to his feet.

She layed him in bed and, as she pulled the bedding up around him, muttered, "Stupid Git."

"Bloody Penguin." he whispered as he drifed off to sleep, the safety pin still planted dormant in his palm.

A/N: There you are! I'm continuing my other story too...but, in my opinion, this one's better so far! Reveiw and I might think of selling Cassie to you...