Title: A Time Soaked with Blood
Author: Eric
Disclaimer: I don't own anything.
Notes: Gasp, another story by me! And some chapters will be named by song titles.. And I don't own them. If it is, in fact, a song title for the chapter.. Then it will have a quote from the song before the actual chapter is written. -When time soaked with blood turns its back, I know it's hard to fall-
Chapter One: Unholy Confessions
Nothing will last in this life. Our time is spent constructing. Now you're perfecting a world meant to sin.
Draco sat at the table of 12 Grimmauld Place sipping at a cup of coffee. He was awake, before any of the others. That was only to be expected. He needed to avoid them, and have time alone to think as well. But avoiding them was at the top of his list at this point. Why had he been stuck in this place? With Potter, the Weasleys, Granger, and that crazy werewolf Lupin.
Dumbledore. That's why. Old insane fool doesn't know what he's doing. Never has, never will. Damn the day he dies. Of old age, probably. This made Draco snicker slightly into the steam rising up, reaching his nose. It smelled sweet and thick. Black, that's how he liked his coffee. His thoughts dwelled back on how he ended up in this place.
It wasn't Dumbledore, he hated to admit. It was this war. This bloody, stupid war. And those bloody, stupid Death Eaters. And that bloody, stupid coward that dared to call himself the 'Dark Lord.' He was a bunch of rubbish. He and all his followers could rot in hell. Rot in hell and stay there.
He sneered as he took another drink of the sweetness that poured from his cup to his tongue. He had decided to not take a side and to stay out of the way all in all. He told Dumbledore his decision. What a fault that was. Dumbledore had known that Draco's father would be outraged at his choice, so Dumbledore needed to keep Draco 'safe.' He locked him away in this dump, with all the people in here. Potter is likely to kill him. This was Draco's first full day. He had arrived yesterday night. All were awake however, and seemed stunned and taken aback. But old Albus calmed them down and explained it all.
They had certainly not liked it and they still didn't, of course. Draco didn't either. Cooped up in this house. Albus also thought it.. Wise? Not to let him go to town or even outside for a stroll. Death Eaters and spies everywhere. And you know what was worse? Perfect Harry Potter had also been ordered to stay in at all times. Stupid, stupid, stupid... Draco took another drink.
He heard footsteps coming towards the kitchen. Great, they're awake. He set down his mug and leaned back in the chair, awaiting the terror that would soon befall him. It was all of them. Excepting one, Ginny. Must still be asleep. The Mrs. cooked the breakfast and put plates of food in the table. People started to chatter, ignoring him. Thank gracious. Ron piled food onto his plate, as well did Harry. Draco raised his eyebrow, not taking anything.
"Hungry?" he said simply. Ron looked up, mouth full of food as he said some incoherent. Harry rolled his eyes.
"Whatever Malfoy." he said. They both had a chat with Dumbledore, and knew Draco was on the good side. Whatever that was. Didn't keep them from hating them. Didn't keep him from hating them. He felt like playing at their nerves. It would give him something to do.
"Don't you know that more is less?" he said, rhetorically of course. He leaned forward, folding his arms on the table and resting his chin near his elbow. Harry and Ron chose not to respond and talked about gracious-knows-what. He sighed, leaving his coffee be and watching the talking people, listening to them. He began to drift into his own thoughts. Thoughts about the war and all it's technicalities.
War dawned on them. Of course, this whole thing had been brewing for a while. People just chose not to look at it, the idiots. Most had believed Draco to choose Riddle's side. (Draco, preferring to recognize him as 'Riddle' instead of 'Voldemort' or 'Dark Lord') But he didn't want any part in it what-so-ever. The bad side was just jumbled up. You'd get killed if you said the wrong thing, or did the slightest wrong thing like tilt your head in 'his holy presence.' Gracious. Who in hell's name would want to be apart of that? And the good side was also a barrel of monkeys. Trying to get Giants on their side with Hagrid. Hagrid, of all people. Even if he was half-giant, Draco knew well and good that it would never work. They were out-numbered and they only dwindled on hope and their knowledge of spells and the works.
If Draco just minded himself, nothing could go wrong. It did seem a little shameful, to say the least. Like he was hiding away from something he didn't want to face. He had been taught better, he knew that for sure. But it wasn't like he was scared. He was just smart. Smart to stay away from something that would be the end of the world as he knew it. Armageddon was upon them, if the liked it or not. Both sides would falter, one way or another. He wasn't going to be apart of anything like that. No, he was fine by himself, thanks very much.
War. Oh such an ugly word, just beautiful in all it's glory. It was a raging pit of despair for some, and victorious joy for others. But the pictures of it were horrid. Draco already knew what it would be like. Bodies strewn every which way, tears, echoes of something that wasn't even there..
He diminished the thoughts, and took a piece of toast. He couldn't very well starve himself while he was there. He took a bite, and munched on it, catching snips of people's conversations.
"Lovely food!" Remus said.
"..and then the Chaser just flew out from nowhere!" Ron jumped excitedly.
"Mum.. I'm still tired.." Ginny yawned, rubbing her eyes as she came in the room. Only one that wasn't talking was Hermione and himself. Hermione being engrossed in a book and him just eavesdropping for information. But none of this information, surely.
"I'll be going back to my room then." he said to no one in particular.
"Okay, dear." Mrs. Weasley said. He left the room and walked up the steps, glancing at the decapitated heads of droopy looking House Elves as he passed.
'What a place..' he thought, 'What a place.'
Author: Eric
Disclaimer: I don't own anything.
Notes: Gasp, another story by me! And some chapters will be named by song titles.. And I don't own them. If it is, in fact, a song title for the chapter.. Then it will have a quote from the song before the actual chapter is written. -When time soaked with blood turns its back, I know it's hard to fall-
Chapter One: Unholy Confessions
Nothing will last in this life. Our time is spent constructing. Now you're perfecting a world meant to sin.
Draco sat at the table of 12 Grimmauld Place sipping at a cup of coffee. He was awake, before any of the others. That was only to be expected. He needed to avoid them, and have time alone to think as well. But avoiding them was at the top of his list at this point. Why had he been stuck in this place? With Potter, the Weasleys, Granger, and that crazy werewolf Lupin.
Dumbledore. That's why. Old insane fool doesn't know what he's doing. Never has, never will. Damn the day he dies. Of old age, probably. This made Draco snicker slightly into the steam rising up, reaching his nose. It smelled sweet and thick. Black, that's how he liked his coffee. His thoughts dwelled back on how he ended up in this place.
It wasn't Dumbledore, he hated to admit. It was this war. This bloody, stupid war. And those bloody, stupid Death Eaters. And that bloody, stupid coward that dared to call himself the 'Dark Lord.' He was a bunch of rubbish. He and all his followers could rot in hell. Rot in hell and stay there.
He sneered as he took another drink of the sweetness that poured from his cup to his tongue. He had decided to not take a side and to stay out of the way all in all. He told Dumbledore his decision. What a fault that was. Dumbledore had known that Draco's father would be outraged at his choice, so Dumbledore needed to keep Draco 'safe.' He locked him away in this dump, with all the people in here. Potter is likely to kill him. This was Draco's first full day. He had arrived yesterday night. All were awake however, and seemed stunned and taken aback. But old Albus calmed them down and explained it all.
They had certainly not liked it and they still didn't, of course. Draco didn't either. Cooped up in this house. Albus also thought it.. Wise? Not to let him go to town or even outside for a stroll. Death Eaters and spies everywhere. And you know what was worse? Perfect Harry Potter had also been ordered to stay in at all times. Stupid, stupid, stupid... Draco took another drink.
He heard footsteps coming towards the kitchen. Great, they're awake. He set down his mug and leaned back in the chair, awaiting the terror that would soon befall him. It was all of them. Excepting one, Ginny. Must still be asleep. The Mrs. cooked the breakfast and put plates of food in the table. People started to chatter, ignoring him. Thank gracious. Ron piled food onto his plate, as well did Harry. Draco raised his eyebrow, not taking anything.
"Hungry?" he said simply. Ron looked up, mouth full of food as he said some incoherent. Harry rolled his eyes.
"Whatever Malfoy." he said. They both had a chat with Dumbledore, and knew Draco was on the good side. Whatever that was. Didn't keep them from hating them. Didn't keep him from hating them. He felt like playing at their nerves. It would give him something to do.
"Don't you know that more is less?" he said, rhetorically of course. He leaned forward, folding his arms on the table and resting his chin near his elbow. Harry and Ron chose not to respond and talked about gracious-knows-what. He sighed, leaving his coffee be and watching the talking people, listening to them. He began to drift into his own thoughts. Thoughts about the war and all it's technicalities.
War dawned on them. Of course, this whole thing had been brewing for a while. People just chose not to look at it, the idiots. Most had believed Draco to choose Riddle's side. (Draco, preferring to recognize him as 'Riddle' instead of 'Voldemort' or 'Dark Lord') But he didn't want any part in it what-so-ever. The bad side was just jumbled up. You'd get killed if you said the wrong thing, or did the slightest wrong thing like tilt your head in 'his holy presence.' Gracious. Who in hell's name would want to be apart of that? And the good side was also a barrel of monkeys. Trying to get Giants on their side with Hagrid. Hagrid, of all people. Even if he was half-giant, Draco knew well and good that it would never work. They were out-numbered and they only dwindled on hope and their knowledge of spells and the works.
If Draco just minded himself, nothing could go wrong. It did seem a little shameful, to say the least. Like he was hiding away from something he didn't want to face. He had been taught better, he knew that for sure. But it wasn't like he was scared. He was just smart. Smart to stay away from something that would be the end of the world as he knew it. Armageddon was upon them, if the liked it or not. Both sides would falter, one way or another. He wasn't going to be apart of anything like that. No, he was fine by himself, thanks very much.
War. Oh such an ugly word, just beautiful in all it's glory. It was a raging pit of despair for some, and victorious joy for others. But the pictures of it were horrid. Draco already knew what it would be like. Bodies strewn every which way, tears, echoes of something that wasn't even there..
He diminished the thoughts, and took a piece of toast. He couldn't very well starve himself while he was there. He took a bite, and munched on it, catching snips of people's conversations.
"Lovely food!" Remus said.
"..and then the Chaser just flew out from nowhere!" Ron jumped excitedly.
"Mum.. I'm still tired.." Ginny yawned, rubbing her eyes as she came in the room. Only one that wasn't talking was Hermione and himself. Hermione being engrossed in a book and him just eavesdropping for information. But none of this information, surely.
"I'll be going back to my room then." he said to no one in particular.
"Okay, dear." Mrs. Weasley said. He left the room and walked up the steps, glancing at the decapitated heads of droopy looking House Elves as he passed.
'What a place..' he thought, 'What a place.'