Hello everyone :)
Welcome to my first fiction in english! I'm french and i hope that there isn't to much mistakes... If you see any, if it sounds weird (or french...), please tell me! I can only improve my english :) I apologize if the next chapters are long to upload, it's long to write while checking the spelling of every word...
This story takes place just after "The half-blood prince". The first sentence is in the book, chapter 28 :D
hum... so... it's a death eater point of view, 'cause i'm tired of Harry's noble attitude, and i'm a pure slytherin fan XD
In this fic I will try to put words on things such as remorse, self-hatred, how to explain some feelings or sensations (love or warm for example), what do we live for, all these kind of questions a poor teenager tortures herself with... I'll introduce a home-made character who doesn't understand the meaning of the "empty words".
Draco will be the main character but i'll try to write about Snape, and the "good" trio (HHrR) will certainly appear someday for a chapter or two.
Again if you have any suggestion or if you want me to correct something, please tell me in a review!
hope you'll like it...
R&R
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Prologue : Recollection
'Run Draco!'
He sped up, his lungs burning, every inch of him aching for not having enough air. He could hear Snape and Potter shouting at each other behind him, the roar of a blazing fire. He was so weak he could barely have a grip on his wand. His body was moving out of his control.
The gates.
He didn't slow down. It took a moment before his brains managed to concentrate on the three Ds. Before he could focus on his destination, he was crashing forwards in his own garden.
He remained face in the humid grass, panting, not feeling the blood escaping from his lip, which he had bitten when falling. Silence filled him, calming down a little his rushing heartbeats.
A light blinded him as he was turned to his back. A shrieking gasp tore his ears. His vision was spinning as he was lifted into a tight embrace; someone was soaking his cloak with tears.
'Mother?' He whispered in a harsh voice.
'I was so worried.' She sobbed. 'You're alive. What happened?'
He didn't have time to answer. In a loud crack, a shady form Apparated.
'Narcissa' Snape cut before she could speak 'I need to talk to Draco now. We'll explain later'
'Severus…'
Snape walked to her. A single glance made her release her son. The Potion master pulled Draco by the sleeve further in the garden. Mrs Malfoy remained on the ground a buzzing noise in the ear.
Draco and Snape seemed to have a shaking contest.
'Draco, don't move.'
The pale boy did as he was told, though a faint voice was squeaking he had to get away. His brains were aching too much. It was when he felt something creep in his memories that he shook himself.
'What are you doing?' he moaned.
'Hold still. I'm not going to hurt you.'
'Leave me alone!' He blanked his mind… At least tried. Snape was insisting and he was tired, it hurt.
Suddenly he felt himself collapse. Snape muttered a spell.
Draco burst out on the astronomy tower. A wand flew away.
Dumbledore was talking to him, yet he could only suppose, for his lips were moving but no sound was coming out. Soon the headmaster felt completely silent. Had he even talked? His exhausted but calm eyes were resting on him.
Draco had frozen, breathing with difficulty, his wand hand trembling, raised before him.
A flash of green light invaded his memories. Dumbledore was stroke in the chest and blasted into the air, then fell over the battlements.
A very long second later, Snape seized him by the scruff of the neck and forced him through the door…
Malfoy staggered backwards pulling out his wand.
'What ever you're trying to do to me, I'll stop you. Now go away.'
'We must return to the Dark Lord, Draco. We have succeeded. You have succeeded.'
'I'll go… when he calls me.' His still choked voice then hissed. 'Leave me alone.'
Snape scanned him with a last worried look and Disapparated.
Draco fell on his knees, his mother sped to him, catching him before he tasted the ground. Last thing he knew, he was cradled in a comforting embrace.
And a dark mist…
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Snape Apparated in a shady street. A candle was casting a dim light in Borgin and Burkes shop. A stocky witch came to open the glass door excitedly. A lumpy-looking man greeted him with a lopsided grin.
'Severus, it's wonderful! You'll be honored above all of us! Dumbledore's dead!'
'And young Malfoy did brilliant too: getting all of us in Hogwarts, despite all the protections, and cornering one of the most powerful wizard' added the woman.
'To many of us were left behind…' said Snape, his eyes full of disgust.
A lumpy hand tapped his shoulder. 'Ah! Always so modest. Let's get a drink before reporting!' He was so over-excited he didn't notice the empty and frozen look of his sister and Snape's wand moving slowly in his back. He limped to the counter, where the distressed shop-keeper startled. He hurried behind a shelf.
Snape turned his wand on Amycus, formulating silent jinxes. The lopsided man froze for a few seconds, then opened wide his hands welcoming champagne and glasses. With a flick of his wand, he sent filled glasses to the two others.
Snape held his breath glancing at the witch.
'All right Alecto?' he asked innocently.
She answered by catching the champagne with a cheerful smile.
'Let's have a toast…' started Amycus. Snape raised an eyebrow along with his glass. 'To Draco Malfoy! A brilliant young wizard. '
'To Draco Malfoy' repeated the others.
Snape took a sip of his drink, shutting eyes and thoughts…
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