Author: hey hey I have thrown down the gauntlet so please read and review and tell how bad and great it is chapter 3 tomorrow.

This is the new one redone hahahehe

Disclaimer: The character belongs to J.K. Rowling and thats all ignore the plot bunny that keeps giving me the eye.

They are their beyond the void,

Watching us and judging us,

No death not written,

No love not given,

Just turn around,

And in the dark corner,

You might see them,

~ Lefie

Chapter 2

Draco awakened to darkness and all he felt was a silent peace.

Most believed you entered a fiery hell or beautiful pasture full of flowers in heaven.

If one had asked Draco he would likely have told you, he belonged in hell.

A voice jerked Draco from his meandering thoughts.

"Draconian Lucias Malfoy, are you a killer?"

Draco hesitated to answer."Does your silence mean yes?"

"No... No I am not a killer."Draco believed this answer sufficient, however the voice did not.

"Your words and actions say different."

Draco was then filled with cries of people who had been hurt by him.

"YOU ARE A MURDERER!"

"MOM… MOM WHERE ARE YOU?"

"DAD I WANT TO GO HOOME, DAADDYY!"

Draco held his head as he felt pain coursing though it, at each shouted scream and plea.

"Please... stops...stop ...STOP IT!"

The voices stopped.

"If we believed you deserved a second chance to live and change the world, would you take it?"

Draco was confused, why did it sound as if they where offering him a chance to fix …everything.

"What do you mean a chance?"

"Are you guilty in this war, Draco?"

He did not even have to think to respond to this inquired question."Yes I Am."

"If we gave you a chance, would you change the outcome of this world?"

Draco did not even hesitate in answering.

"Yes."

If he could change himself and everything that had led to the war he would.

They began to throw question after question from, forcing him to relive some of the most painful moments in his life.

The questions where beginning to anger him.

This voice or creature was judging him. His angered thoughts where abruptly interrupted.

"You say you would change... but you have then admitted to being guilty of the hatred that caused this very war." Draco hated this voice, it told nothing but the truth."Yes I have hated but is it not in my nature to hate,"To err is human."

Silence met that remark.

"Why don't you give this chance to Potter, he's the bloody noble Gryffindor and I, nothing but the lowly snake."

Draco waited for an answer.

"We could give this to him yes, but this Potter of this world does not have the cunning to bring this mission to fruition.

"Dark and Light practitioners of magic could work to together to defeat evil. But in the end evil created a gap between wizards because of the specific practices of magic, it blurred the meaning of dark and light while good tried to make dark see light it instead began too oppress dark. The only way to fix it is for both sides to join under the same power."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean that the Voldemort will have to be returned to the form of a child at his defeat."

"What ..."Draco was interrupted "Your mission is to go back and give help to the good side of war and when the time comes for Voldemort's defeat you will become his vessel... Do you agree?"

His first reaction would have been to say yes, but he did not fully understand.

"I did not understand the term vessel .., what do you mean?"

"You will carry him as the mother."

Draco could not breathe.

To be the mother of the dark lord was he the only one who thought that idea preposterous.

"I am man and why must he live, he has done so many horrible things to…well, everyone."

The voice responded quietly with force.

"We can make you a women and Tom riddle will lead the world into a reawakening of all the magic's from dark to light even old magic's that have been pushed aside, his re-birth will begin a renaissance of the wizarding world. Will you carry the future?"

Draco thought hard about it, he was about to say no. when the thought of the little girl and dead mother came to his mind he then remembered the expression of hatred on his fathers face.

The dead body of Snape stabbed right into his heart, forcing him to choose. "I'll do it."

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