Bury Me In Black

The floors were like ice.

I had never noticed before, never taken the time to think about it.

I seemed to have all the time in the world, suddenly. I hovered in the doorway, unable to make my frozen limbs move. I didn't want to go on, I wanted to roll back beneath my silk sheets and drift back to unconscious fantasies.

But I couldn't.

A scream ripped violently through the manor and I found myself padding along the corridor, submerged in darkness of the shadows that clung to the walls. The cold stone brushed roughly against my shoulder, shocking me further more into consciousness.

Malfoy manor was a maze of grey floored corridors and green satin covered rooms, that led into each other in confusing circles until it made you dizzy. Father used to say that unless you knew you way, it was near impossible to escape from the hundreds of chambers and hallways.

Now, in the gloom of the night my path was unpleasantly illuminated before me, marked by vibrant splatters of crimson. Brilliant.

My hand unconsciously grazed the wall, nails making a little scratching sound as I walked, I would have winced any other day at the echo it created, but I doubted any one would be able to hear it over the howls and shrieks that were bouncing agonisingly around.

The arrows of blood grew thicker and darker as I came closer, my heart had stopped and was residing in my throat. The study, complete with rows of untouched books; thick spined and golden lettered, loomed in front of me. The wailing had stopped now, leaving behind a worse menacing silence that had engulfed me. I found myself unable to breath as I opened the door.

The elaborate handle was sticky and slipped through my fingers as I tried to grab it. It slid away from me, creaking in its dry hinges and disappearing into the room.

The shadows were undistinguishable in the darkness. It had created an unbearable blackness, that stood before me like a wall, baring my way. I was frozen once again, my arms coming to wrap around my shoulder before I commanded them to my sides, I wouldn't be weak. I shivered unwillingly at the draft that circled my ankles wishing I was still in bed.

I found myself stumbling into the bleak room, non the less.

"Hello?" I called out stupidly, honestly expecting someone to answer me in my fear induced state. I groped at myself for my wand, cursing anxiously when I realized I couldn't find it.

" eleven inches, Ebony , Dragon heart-string"

The voice came echoing distantly from the dark depths of my mind.

Mr Ollivander. I remembered the way he'd stared at me, with cold eyes that had already condemned me. Just like everyone else. I wasn't my father, no matter what people thought. Years ago I had wanted to be, I had worshipped the ground he'd walked on, but somewhere along the line the spell had shattered. Now I could barely muster up any emotion towards him, mostly I felt numb.

I tripped so suddenly I think I cried out. Landing heavily on my knees, head bowed. My eyes widened in horror as I stared into wide marble orbs that were inches from my face.

I scrambled ungracefully backwards, clawing at the floor, a sob rose in my throat, which I found myself choking on. My father's influence was hard to let go of, even now.

My back was pressed unmoving against the covered walls as I sat in silence, still unable to voice the repulsion that was gathering like bile in my mouth.

Dead eyes stared accusingly at me, the pale blue tint washed away and bleached by death. I stared in sick fascination at the corpse that was spread out in front of me, unable to look away, to close my eyes against the horror of it. Her hand was limply flung out, a desperate attempt of freedom, fingers that had coiled so hard into her palm, they had left little bloody crescents against her sheet white skin.

Her hair was splayed around her fragile face, a silver halo against the darkness, broken by radiant lines of red. She had never looked more angelic, than she did then. A fallen angel in her long form fitting robes, made from the palest green, that pooled like liquid around her little feet.

I stared, struck dumb in my grief.

I had never grieved for anyone before, it was a horrible new emotion that left dots dancing in my vision and made the shadows dance around me.

It become my longest night as I waited. I didn't move, scared that I would break the spell of false peace that was laid suffocating over both of us. Me and my mother. After a while she didn't look so horrifying, so dead. She spoke in broken fragments a while later. Something taunting, sometimes screaming.

But I didn't care. So what if she shouted at me, so what if she screamed at me or if she hated me. At least she would be here, living and then I wouldn't have to tell myself that it was my fault that she was dead. Then I wouldn't have to accept the fact that I had let her be murdered.

"It isn't real," she whispered flatly. "Not really"

I nodded, or maybe not, I couldn't tell anymore.

"Draco"

"Draco?"

Cold dead hands grasped my shoulders. I screamed then, all the emotion pouring out, that I had been trying to bind and hide somewhere inside myself all night. I found myself kicking and hitting, clawing at the pliable skin that was touching me, I couldn't see as tears streamed fearfully down my face. It was her murderer, they had come back for me.

"What the hell…" the voice. Not her voice, something worse.

Lucius's face was like porcelain. Hard and white as his steel eyes swam in my vision. His hand struck my face suddenly, sending blossoms of pain into my clouded mind.

"Stop crying" he said, no, ordered. His tone sneering in disgust.

Couldn't he see her? Couldn't he smell her, the stench of death and blood was heavy and pungent in air, or maybe that was my mind again. I couldn't tell anymore, an image of her standing near the fireplace, laughing at me; swam in and out of view as I choked back on my sobs, trying to please my father out of habit. Not of want anymore, I hated my father.

I was sprawled across the study room floor, unable to move, enthralled by her cruel laughter.

Lucius's marble hands gripped my arms, even at 16, he seemed so big to me. He dragged me roughly upright, but my knees buckled making me kneel at his feet, falling forward into his outstretched arms. His steel eyes were melting into liquid mercury, hot and cold in face a I watched him.

"Draco? Draco!" he called, his voice distant through all the fog that was wrapping around me.

"hmmm" I tried to speak, but my tongue was thick and frozen in my mouth. My head lolled forward, rolling around my limp shoulders. His hand struck again, my check burned as I swallowed my cry of pain.

"Stand up" he commanded.

I shook my head, trying to twist around to see the body. His finger were suddenly coiled into my fair hair, ripping sharply. I moaned softly, unable to look away from his steady eyes. "Stand up, son" he added the word softly, coaxing.

I tried, I truly did. But my legs had long ago clamped up and exhaustion had settled heavily upon me. His rock hard arm slid around my back, grimly forcing me upwards.

I collapsed against him as we moved from the room, hating myself for the weakness. Hating my father more for seeing it, I wanted to please him suddenly. I wanted him to love me. I needed him because he was all I had left.

I didn't look back. My father had me now, he would take care of everything.

He led me along the corridor, his face hard and cold as he peered ahead into the gloom. One hand gripped me painfully hard beneath the shoulders, his sharp fingernails cutting into the flesh, while the other trailed almost bored against the wall.

He mustn't have seen her, I thought. He must have only seen me in that room, not Narcissa. I tried to tell him. But my tongue was swollen and latched to the roof of my mouth.

My bed was cold and unwelcoming as he led me to it. I shivered against the green silks.

"Stay here" he told me.

"She's dead" I whispered, my voice hoarse and painfully small.

Lucius paused in the doorway, white fingers slowly caressing the doorframe, "I'm sorry you had to see that" he said softly. Then he was gone, leaving me in the darkness of my cold menacing room.

I sank heavily into the bed, unable to feel anything as numbness swept over me.

I wondered dimly if I would see her, when I closed my eyes. But exhaustion over took my thoughts and I fell in to sweet oblivion.

First of all, I offer no promises that i will ever finish this, because of time and lack of muse. (but i do hold the next chapter hostage)

But please review and tell me what you think anyway.