I'm not that Bad

Chapter 3

Dreaming

It was pitch black, as Draco walked down the marble staircase of Hogwarts. His hairs stand on end while feeling the cold shiver crawl up his spine as his fingers moved over the cold marble railing. As he moved onwards down, it was starting to get darker and darker, soon it was pitch black and Draco could not even see his hand in front of his face. He slowly pulled out his wand.

"Lumos." as Draco said the spell, the tip of his wand started to glow a white light and began illuminating the area around him.

He could now begin to hear crying coming from the Great Hall from below, he didn't know why and what propelled him but his paced quickened as he hurried to the Great Hall to find the source of the crying.

As he reached the doors to the Great Hall the crying had ceased. An eerie coldness now spread throughout his whole body; He shivered. His near trembling hands reached forwards towards the door. As soon as he placed his palm against the door he instantly felt the cold rush through him, not heading it he pushed the door open.

As Draco entered the dark Great Hall; he heard movement ahead of him.

"Show yourself!" Draco demanded, the movement had now stopped.

As he took a few steps forward he heard movement again and a dark, cold cackle filled the air which made every part of his body shiver.

Light erupted all around him and the Great Hall was now bright. Standing a few feet in front of him was Voldermort, his red eyes glaring at Draco: burning a hole into his soul.

"What's going on?" Draco asked shaking, his wand held high.

"Do you know why, I have set out this task before you, boy?" he hissed, still glaring at Draco.

"Because…because my father failed you." Draco said, now lowering his wand.

"Yes, because of him you are in this…predicament…because of him, you have been given a task that will surely have you killed." A dark smile crept onto his snake-like face. "Do you know what will happen if you fail…Draco?"

"I die."

"But if you were to…survive?"

"I truly doubt that! You set me this task for me to be killed! As a punishment for my father!"

"You are not listening boy. I said what would happen if you failed but were to survive."

"…Y-you would…kill me, yourself."

"Incorrect…Draco. I would not kill you, but those closest to you…and make you do it." A sick smile was now clearly seen spread across his face.

"W-what? No y-you wouldn't." Draco stuttered, raising his wand again in anger.

"Yes I would." Voldermort sang.

"First your mother." With a click of his finger's his mother appeared on the floor in front of Draco, staring up at him, her eyes pale, her body tangled on the marble floor.

"…Stop."

"Then hmm let's say…your closest friend, Mr. Zabini." Another click of his finger's and Blaise appeared motionless, face down on the marble floor.

"…Stop." Draco said louder.

"And then there's-"

"I SAID STOP!" Draco yelled, now shaking in anger.

The Hall was now completely silent, and then the bodies had vanished immediately.

"I-if you lay one of your scrawny finger's on any part of my mother! Or Blaise! I'll…I'll."

"You'll what?" Voldermort said, not heading Draco's threat.

"I'll…I'll KILL YOU!" Draco yelled and a green flash flew out of his wand hitting Voldermort square in the chest, send him hurtling across the hall and landing on the floor with a sick thud. Draco was shocked at what he had just done. Voldermort lay motionless on the floor just mere meters away. Dead.

Draco turned to leave the Hall until he heard him. His deafening laughter filled the hall. Draco's eyes grew large and he swiftly swung back around.

"You can't kill me boy…no one can kill me…I am a god!" Voldermort said as he raised himself to his feet.

"No…that's not possible." Draco said to himself shaking his head. Draco started to back away. His eyes still fixed on the now advancing Voldermort.

"Stay away from me!"

"You can't run or hide Draco…no one can."

This isn't real…it can't be real, this is ridicules.

Oh but it is real…Draco.

"Get out of my head!" he screamed, clutching both hands to the side of his ears and falling to the ground onto his knees. Voldermort's laughter filled Draco's mind. Louder and louder it grew.

"Get out!"

Louder and louder.

"GET OUT!"

Draco opened his eyes to find himself on the floor of his room breathing heavily. He got up and made his way to his mirror. As he looked at himself in the mirror he saw the tears fall down his cheek, from his bloodshot eyes. He had broken into a cold sweat, he could still feel the terror that had arisen within linger. He could still hear his laughter, echo into nothingness. He looked to his glass door which led to the veranda to see Viento, lightly tapping on the glass. An envelope lay within his mouth. Draco made his way over and allowed the giant bird entry. It swiftly flew around his room before landing on the end bed-board of his bed. It stared at him quietly, cocking its head to one side. Draco walked over towards him and stroked him gently, taking the envelope from Viento.

"Go on…go and get some dinner friend," and with that the bird took flight again, he did a lap of the room and shot out through the opened glass doors.

Draco, slowly following walked out onto the veranda. He could feel the soft cool wind gently blanket itself around his exposed upper body, cooling him. He looked out over the quiet valley. Nothing stirred, nothing moved. The only light was eradiating from the small muggle town, as he saw houses still alight. He took the envelope and opened it; taking out the letter within. He unfolded the piece of parchment. A small smile made onto his face as he read the letter.

Hey Drake

Bought time you sent me a letter! I was getting worried, you don't call, you don't write!

And who knows who you could have been with...only yanking your chain.

Sounds pretty urgent…okay, I'll meet you in that pub in Knockturn Alley ok?

Stay clean and see you next weekend

B.Z

A small chuckle left Draco after finishing the letter. He felt better and finally at peace with himself as he continued to stare out towards the valley. He turned back, closing the glass doors behind him and made his way over towards his bed. His sheets had seemed to have also ended up on the floor with him. He quickly threw them back over his bed and got in. pushing the pillow into a more comfortable position he layed down his head.

He finally closed his eyes.

"It was all a dream." He sighed and drifted off into a long slumber.

A/N: Heyy guys! im gonna continue saying this until boredem reaches me but, im re-editing the whole story, dont worry, i wont change anything, just spelling and grammer. =D i may have added a little extra things in but it doesnt change too much. because originally this chapter had been like...5oo words and its now 1ooo sumthin...i dunno. but i hope you enjoyed it.
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