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Summary: The world around is darkening, the candles of light are blown out one by one. Sixteen year old Draco Malfoy enters his sixth year in Hogwarts with his heart heavy. He must make a choice, a choice that will decide life and death of some. And a choice that might go against everything he has ever been taught. Sometimes those you trust will not be there to help you and those who fear will prove strongest in the hour of need. With his younger sister in Hogwarts, falling for a boy despised by the dark lord, Draco himself seeing a girl he should help bring to death, the year fills with darkness and love, but which will win he cannot yet know.
Authors Note: sorry bout the Prolouge and chepter one being really slow, this is NOT how the rest of the story will go, ti will beome much more interesting, and Draco's thoughts will be clearer. Sorry... RR please!!! Love, Dark Flames
'Prologue'
There, far away form the big cities, lay a little town. It was filled with pretty little houses, in different colors, but never daring ones. Some where white, some blue, but none orange or pink. It would have been to much a change in the society.
It was a quiet and peaceful town if you came to visit it for a ay or two. You would most certainly find the Naters road where the stores lay, along side the cafes. If you followed that street you would come to a gate, that was always closed and loked. Beyond that lay a gravelled road, that ground it's way up to a castle, on the top of a hill, hidden behind trees and high walls. It was known to the population of the town as the Malfoy Manor.
Up there not many had been, but stories of it's darkened beauty travelled. At night time the houses in the community closed their doors, and shut their windows. It was said that bad things happened to those who dared approach the gate at night time, and kids living there often played dare games of who would walk the closest. And sometimes, sometimes strange noices were to be heard from the very top of the hill, but not one of the bold youngsters, nor the rest of the people of the town ever asked what those noices might be.
From time to time the master of the castle came down to the city, either to meet with his dear friend who ruled the town, or to stroll the streets, and shop for various items with his wife, or friends. He was a man with silvery hair and eyes glowing with a dark hatered frightening those daring enough to look into them. His wife was a woman said to be evil enough to be the devils wife herself, and maybe she was, for her husband carried the name Lucius Malfoy.
The couple had many strange servants, but not one of these where allowed down from the castle. A boy named Trevor had once claimed to have seen one of these creatures, but that wa swhen Lucius father ruled the castle. It was supposed to look somewhat like an animal, with long ears, and a strange face. It had gone about hitting its head into the stone wall, muttering about it being bad and not fulfilling in it's duty, but no one had quite taken poor Trevor's story to be real.
Then the Malfoys had portrayed a son. He was young and proud, with hair so fair it was white as snow, and eyes deepest of grey silver. His pale skin and red lips had conjured many stories, none more then wild fantasies or tales. He had never been seen to smile, only to produce a smirk so frightening it was said to make the birds in the trees sing of death. But he was different, from the rest of those who came to that part of the town. He had a soul. He prayed he had a soul.
Summary: The world around is darkening, the candles of light are blown out one by one. Sixteen year old Draco Malfoy enters his sixth year in Hogwarts with his heart heavy. He must make a choice, a choice that will decide life and death of some. And a choice that might go against everything he has ever been taught. Sometimes those you trust will not be there to help you and those who fear will prove strongest in the hour of need. With his younger sister in Hogwarts, falling for a boy despised by the dark lord, Draco himself seeing a girl he should help bring to death, the year fills with darkness and love, but which will win he cannot yet know.
Authors Note: sorry bout the Prolouge and chepter one being really slow, this is NOT how the rest of the story will go, ti will beome much more interesting, and Draco's thoughts will be clearer. Sorry... RR please!!! Love, Dark Flames
'Prologue'
There, far away form the big cities, lay a little town. It was filled with pretty little houses, in different colors, but never daring ones. Some where white, some blue, but none orange or pink. It would have been to much a change in the society.
It was a quiet and peaceful town if you came to visit it for a ay or two. You would most certainly find the Naters road where the stores lay, along side the cafes. If you followed that street you would come to a gate, that was always closed and loked. Beyond that lay a gravelled road, that ground it's way up to a castle, on the top of a hill, hidden behind trees and high walls. It was known to the population of the town as the Malfoy Manor.
Up there not many had been, but stories of it's darkened beauty travelled. At night time the houses in the community closed their doors, and shut their windows. It was said that bad things happened to those who dared approach the gate at night time, and kids living there often played dare games of who would walk the closest. And sometimes, sometimes strange noices were to be heard from the very top of the hill, but not one of the bold youngsters, nor the rest of the people of the town ever asked what those noices might be.
From time to time the master of the castle came down to the city, either to meet with his dear friend who ruled the town, or to stroll the streets, and shop for various items with his wife, or friends. He was a man with silvery hair and eyes glowing with a dark hatered frightening those daring enough to look into them. His wife was a woman said to be evil enough to be the devils wife herself, and maybe she was, for her husband carried the name Lucius Malfoy.
The couple had many strange servants, but not one of these where allowed down from the castle. A boy named Trevor had once claimed to have seen one of these creatures, but that wa swhen Lucius father ruled the castle. It was supposed to look somewhat like an animal, with long ears, and a strange face. It had gone about hitting its head into the stone wall, muttering about it being bad and not fulfilling in it's duty, but no one had quite taken poor Trevor's story to be real.
Then the Malfoys had portrayed a son. He was young and proud, with hair so fair it was white as snow, and eyes deepest of grey silver. His pale skin and red lips had conjured many stories, none more then wild fantasies or tales. He had never been seen to smile, only to produce a smirk so frightening it was said to make the birds in the trees sing of death. But he was different, from the rest of those who came to that part of the town. He had a soul. He prayed he had a soul.