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Chapter 1
'Go row the boat to safer grounds'
Draco knew that he had failed. He feared what the Dark Lord would do to him. What he would do to his parents. More specifically his mother. He didn't really care what the bastard did to his father. Draco didn't care about him.
"Draco." There was that voice. The voice of the person who was going to kill him and his mother. He hated it. He unconsciously clenched his hands into fists.
Everybody assumed that if you became a Death Eater, you were automatically a bad person. It was mostly true but that didn't mean that all people in the Order were good, just as it didn't mean that all Death Eaters were bad. He hadn't asked to join but had been forced. What else was he supposed to do?
He knew there were options but none of them much appealed to him. Just because he didn't like what Voldemort was doing, it didn't make him want to go running off to Dumbledore. He still had his own beliefs and wasn't going to change them just so that he wouldn't have to follow a psychopath.
"You have failed me." Draco figured that he expected him to answer with the usual 'yes m'lord' or whatever but hell, if that madman thought Draco still wanted to be part of his ranks then he could go eat his own toenail.
"I do not like failures." Draco felt his eyebrow rise ever so slightly. It seemed, unlike everybody else in the room, that the Dark Lord had noticed as well because his red eyes flashed dangerously.
Occlumency was key to surviving when you have Voldemort living in your house but Draco let him ever so slightly into his head so that he could hear his thought, Really? I'd no clue. I thought you just did everything for fun and make daisy chains and such.
Oops, wrong thing to say. Draco didn't especially care as he was most likely be killed soon anyway.
"I'm not going to kill you, Draco." Draco felt his face go slightly limp and his hands unclenched. What? No, he must be trying to trick him. "But it isn't as though you're going to have much of a life anyway."
Ah, now that made a little bit more sense. He was going to make him drink unicorns blood or something just as bad. Voldemort stood and motioned for him to follow. Seeing nothing else he could do, Draco followed soundlessly. What was going to happen to him? Would his mother be alright? Was Voldemort only going to hurt him or his whole family?
As they stepped into the room, Draco sensed rather than saw his 'master' grinning from ear to ear. Oh, no. Whatever was in store for him must be really bad. He briefly wondered whether he would be able to leave the room or escape.
He noticed that Voldemort had made the door vanish and was casting some spells on the windows. Presumably to make him unable to break them. Looking out of them to gaze at the moon for maybe the last time he felt his face drain of colour as realisation dawned on him.
The snake-like man followed his gaze and the grin on his ghastly and pale face grew even larger. It was rather unnerving that such a face was able to spot an expression that could usually be connected with somebody feeling genuinely happy.
"Yes, Draco." Draco turned his slightly tear filled orbs to face directly opposite the glowing red fireballs on the grey head. "I have uses for your mother and so physically harming her enough to satisfy me or killing her would not do. I feel that perhaps emotionally hurting her is best. What other way would I do it than to get her darling boy a cursed life until the day he dies?"
With a final swish of his wand, the monster left Draco in the empty room. But empty it was not, in the corner, Draco managed to make out two glowing yellow eyes bore right into his and then it pounced.
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Luna awoke abruptly. She gazed around her room with her usual dreamy expression. Some people found her odd for the fact that she could always manage to act calm even in the worst of situations. She didn't blame them.
It wasn't as though she wasn't scared at those points, it was more that she chose not to be scared. If people always spend their lives thinking about every bad that could happen, then they would never be able to see the happy things that happened.
Luna didn't always believe everything that the Quibbler produced. In fact, only a very small amount of the creatures that it claimed existed actually were. Wrackspurts existed but muggles knew them by a different name. The name they called them, she did not know.
She only made herself believe them because she knew that it would break her father's heart if he knew that his daughter was so different than he had always thought. Sometimes Luna would fantasize that she was another person but then realised that her facies couldn't come true and she wouldn't fall in love with a wolf or a fox.
She also did it for her mother. Her mother had told her to be open minded about everything and allow possibilities of everything being possible until there was proof that they weren't. It was easier to admit that you were wrong about something existing than admitting to being wrong about something not existing.
But humans altogether didn't seem to like admitting when they were wrong. It wasn't in their nature. Luna knew that. So she allowed her head to be filled with possibilities and perhaps that was the reason she was in Ravenclaw.
Getting up to have breakfast with her father, Luna smiled at the memory of her mother. As she often said to anybody who asked, she really had been an extraordinary witch and Luna hoped that one day, she would make her mother proud of her.
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