A/N: This popped into my head without invitation. So I thought, what the heck? I'll just share it with you all! hehe.. And dont worry, I'm not abandoning my other story, I've just caught a severe case of writers block on that story. Yup.. just that story.. wierd huh! ok..read on!
Angry rainclouds gathered above in preparation of releasing what was sure to be a great storm. Gales of wind blew furiously all around the stone mansion. Windows rattled with the force of it. While a normal person would be apprehensive and try to stay as far away from the coming storm as possible, I enjoyed it. And far from hiding away; I would be right out in the open when it finally hit.
I buttoned up my shirt and reached for the cloak I would be wearing tonight. The heavy black fabric settled on my shoulders and swirled around me as though it were just another part of my body. The wind rattled the windows again and I shook my head. It seemed to me as though Mother Nature was aware of the havoc and destruction I would be wreaking tonight. To say that it was going to be bloody would be a gross understatement. The skies were already preparing to weep for the losses. If this weather was not a sign of warning to the wretched 'light side', I wasn't sure what was.
It was pathetic really. Why they still wanted to put up a weak semblance of a fight was beyond me. They knew that we had the upper hand. We would win; I would make sure of that. Why not just give up arms and surrender? Save us all the trouble. But no, they just had to make it worse for themselves. Fighting to the last and all that bloody nonsense. Bloody Gryffindors!
Nevertheless, this had to be done, so do it I would. I slipped on my mask and picked up my wand, striding out of my chambers. I met the rest of the elite guard in the foyer. There was an air of excitement about all of them. I wasn't surprised; we hadn't seen any action in the past couple of weeks. This would be fun. We all needed to burn off the testosterone build-up. Training could only do so much.
They all stoop up as I entered, completely alert. Ten of the best fighters on our side, they would accompany me tonight, among them, a few new recruits who had just completed basic training. Not that I needed so many to go with me, half of us could easily wipeout the renegade group we were seeking out tonight, but my boys needed some fun or I feared they would go insane with the thrill of anticipation. I knew I would.
"So boss, where to tonight?" Blaise Zabini questioned respectfully. Among all the people on our side, soldiers and leaders included, Zabini was perhaps the only man I could stand outside of the call of duty. We were almost friends. Almost being the keyword of course. Friend was not a word used often in our world. That was for the weak, those who couldn't stand alone. I did not fall into that category. No thank you. Zabini was an ally and companion, comrade in arms, if you will. The man knew how to blur the lines however, and in his company, I found that my snarky, cynical sense of humor made its presence known. Regardless, he knew not to overstep boundaries when we were working. I was his senior, his mentor and as lenient as I was otherwise, and he knew his place.
"They are hiding out in the Shrieking Shack. That's where we attack tonight." I gave a curt reply and all of them nodded. They knew better than to question me.
Theodore Nott pulled out an old shoe out of somewhere and held it out to me. It had obviously seen better days and who knew where it had been. Refusing to touch it, I pulled out my wand and tapped it once. "Portus"
We all held on to it as the familiar yet disconcerting pull enveloped us. The next thing I knew, we were in the village of Hogsmeade. Our target was visible in the distance, yet we were far enough to be unnoticeable. An eerie silence reigned as we made our way closer, slowly and stealthily. We waited in the shadows, each of us alert and ready, anticipation thick in the air.
"Be careful all of you. I don't want any casualties on our side. I am not in the mood to haul your dead bodies to the manor. Remember your training. Do not underestimate them." All my soldiers, both new and old, nodded, hanging on to my every word.
I gave them all a curt nod and beckoned them forward. "No one touches Finnigan. He is mine. Other than that, leave no survivors." With that all of them made their way to the hovel as I stayed back and sent the Dark Mark into the sky; a symbol unanimous with one message in the wizarding world.
The Death Eaters had arrived.
As if waiting for the green glow of the skull and serpent symbolizing the Dark Lord to split through the clouds, lightening flashed through the clearing brightly, the following clap of thunder bringing down heavy droplets of rain. The storm had begun.
I watched as one of the newer additions to our guard sent an exploding charm towards the barely there door of the shack, the others shooting offensive spells and curses into the place almost instantly, never giving our enemies the chance to shield themselves. I gave a satisfied nod. Yes, I had taught them well.
I made my way inside, wand at the ready, not at all hurried. My men were using all the spells I taught them except for the killing curse. That wouldn't come until after I found Finnigan. I didn't want to kill him accidentally. Anyways, there were way more creative ways to kill a person. Why give them the easy way out. I made my way across pools of blood and mangled body parts as well as the occasional corpse, drowning out the shrieks and cries of the dying. I sighed as the blood got on my clothes. I would have to burn them later.
Suddenly I caught sight of Finnigan; crouched behind an overturned table, sending the occasional curse toward the black cloaked figures. Pathetic! This was the best the Order could do? If only the oh-so-great Potter could see his faithful sidekick now. This was too easy. It was disgusting really.
I casually kicked the table aside and he flinched.
"Now now little Gryffindor, don't be scared. Maybe I'll give you an honorable enough end if you stop shivering for long enough." I drawled at him mockingly. His eyes widened and all color abandoned his already pale face as he recognized my voice.
"M...Malfoy?" he squeaked. Yes, actually squeaked. No wonder Potter was losing. If he had such imbeciles fighting for him, that was to be expected.
I smirked at him and flicked my wand. Slashes appeared all over his body. They were deep enough to bleed profusely and painfully, and shallow enough that they would go on bleeding him dry for a very long time without giving him the peace and satisfaction of death. It was one of my favorite spells to use, and what was even better was that every time Potter saw the corpse of one of his friends who died this way, he would know that it was his fault they died such a gruesome death. It was him, after all who had taught me the spell. I still had the scars to prove it.
Finnigan grunted and moaned in pain, limbs flailing about. "M…Might as well… kill me now Malfoy… I won't tell you… anything" he moaned out. This only caused me to chuckle sadistically.
Another flick of my wand and he was thrashing around on the filthy ground, shrieking and wailing, his body under the most intense pain known to any witch or wizard. After a while, when his screams got so loud that I actually began to fear for my hearing, I muttered the counter-curse and watched as his screams died down to agonized whimpers, body still shaking and bleeding uncontrollably. The roar of the raging storm outside could be heard again. Crudely healing the cuts on his body I turned to face my men. They had gathered around me; already finished with their parts.
I glanced at Zabini and cocked my head. He understood the gesture and began his report.
"Thirty muggle-lovers found. Twenty nine killed as per your orders. No casualties on our side, although Walker and Kingston are badly injured." He pointed to two of the newer recruits, both of them looking a little worse for wear. But they would be alright. If not, good riddance. Anybody who wasn't equipped to handle such a small and easy skirmish wasn't going to be tolerated.
I gave Zabini another curt nod and gestured towards Finnigan, who was still moaning and writhing on the floor.
"Pick up this filth and lets apparate to the manor. The Dark Lord will know what to do with him." Giving this order I apparated right into the foyer of my manor. As Lord of the manor, I was the only one, other than the Dark Lord himself who could apparate into and out of it. The others would all have to apparate outside the wards and walk in through the rain. I didn't bother lowering the wards, they could use all the roughening up they could get.
I took of my mask and shook out my wet hair. Deciding against removing my cloak I made my way into the old throne room in the manor, my men following after me, dragging Finnigan after them. Almost all the death eaters were already assembled and waiting. All of them looked up as I entered and gave respectful nods before turning to sneer at the pathetic state of our newest prisoner of war. I looked up at the seniors gathered around the throne and met the eyes of my father. He was smiling widely as he inclined his head in greeting, and I knew that he was proud of me. Only in our circles would a father be proud to see his son return after leading a killing spree. Messed up, I know.
Thunder rumbled loudly in the distance, simultaneous with the loud crack of apparition, announcing the arrival of the Dark Lord. I shook my head at the dramatics of the entrance as all the rest sank to the ground in front of their master. I was the only one standing, simply because I was the only one allowed to. The slit like eyes of our Lord met mine and I gazed at him steadily. He then offered me his hand and I clasped it firmly, giving him a respectful nod. The Dark Lord smirked at me then, the expression strange on his nose less face.
"So I take it your mission was a success as usual, my prince." His voice soft yet at the same time dangerously firm and clipped even with the endearment he always used for me.
"As usual, my Lord" I answered and gestured for the prisoner to be brought forth. Finnigan was placed at my feet and I looked up at the Dark Lord.
"Work your magic, my prince" although spoken as gently as was possible for him, the words were still an order which I hurried to obey.
'Crucio!' the sound of Finnigan's tortured screams rang out as he thrashed violently. "Tell me what you know!" I commanded. He still didn't answer though he must have been in agony; I had to give him that. Not that it mattered anyway. I would get the information I needed. I had more ways than one.
I kneeled down in front my fellow Hogwarts alumni and locked my gaze with his eyes. Never removing my stare, I broke down his barely-even-there mental defenses easily and entered his mind. Snaps and slivers of memories whirled about as I searched for what I wanted. In no time at all I had what I needed. A sinister smile spread across my face.
I stood back up and faced the Dark Lord. "He met with one of the Weasleys just a few days ago. He did not reveal anything as to where they are hiding out. But he did let slip the new location of Shacklebolt. The elite and I will be paying him a visit shortly. Other than that, this filth knows nothing." I didn't give out any more information than necessary due to the fact that I didn't trust anybody that I didn't train or worked myself. It was too much of a risk to be taken. The Dark Lord, as usual, did not question me. He merely nodded before turning his gaze to Finnigan's horrified face.
His menacing laugh rand out at the sight of absolute terror which appeared on the muggle-lovers face at the revelation that he could not hide anything from me. It was soon joined by the horrible cackles of the other death eaters. I couldn't help the smirk that crossed my face as well.
'Avada Kedavra!' the familiar green bolt of light shot out from the tip of the wand of Lord Voldemort and Finnigan fell back. His eyes glassy, and body motionless. In the eerie silence that followed the Dark Lord stood and everyone once again knelt down on the ground. He waved his hand and dismissed the court for today before apparating away with a loud 'crack'.
I let out a breath that I didn't know I had been holding. I might be the Dark Lords favored soldier, his commanding general and second-in-command, but being in his presence was enough to stress out any man. I turned to leave and had taken only a couple steps when my father called out to me.
I turned around to face him as he caught up with me.
"Draco, my son!" he beamed, "good work as always, the Dark Lord was truly pleased."
"Thank you, Father. Now if you would please excuse me, I would like to retire to my chambers."
"Of course, I just wanted to tell you that your mother has asked for you to be present for dinner tomorrow night. You rarely ever come to visit anymore. You know how she worries."
I sighed. It was true that I had been avoiding seeing my mother. But I was just too busy.
"Alright father. I'll be there." After seeing my father's approving nod, I made my way out of the throne room and headed for my chambers. I really needed to wash all this blood and grime off.
Stepping into my chambers I quickly stripped down and shoved the offending pieces of clothing into the roaring flames lit in the stone fireplace. Letting out a sigh of contentment I stepped into the shower and turned the water as hot as it would go, scrubbing my body furiously.
By the time I came out of the bathroom, the rain storm had thinned out to just a drizzle and a weak sun was peeping out through the clouds.
My day had just begun.
A/N: Holy! Badass originale Draco! kekeke... soo watchya tink?
Next Chapter will be Ginny's entry. If you want it you'll just have to review! *evil cackle* ^_~
-NightShade94