HOLLOW
By: Saint Ann
Chapter 2: Breathing Once Again
Author's Note: I'm sorry I've made you wait for so long : ( I know some people read this story and don't review, SHAME ON YOU XD lol! Nah! j/k : P But anyways, reviews or not, this story will go on! Yay! -Does a little jig- -cricket's chirp- -wind blowing- -.-' n e ways...so, please if you want, read the 2nd chappie of my first oc story. Tootles!
"Come in, Draco..." a voice that made him shudder called at his name.
Draco pushed the door in front of him and walked inside the room very slowly toward the shadow sitting on the armchair beside the fireplace. Draco stopped dead in his tracks; he was having second thoughts...
"Not having second thoughts aren't you?" said the snake-like voice. "You know, you have no choice..."
Draco stared at the shadowy figure and looked away...he was right... and he knew it...he had no other choice...he had to keep that mask, the mask he's had since his 6th birthday, when his father told him to start acting like a true Malfoy...a big burden since that day...why? 'cause Malfoys don't feel, Malfoys don't care about others, Malfoys don't love, Malfoys aren't afraid of anything, and of course: if Malfoys don't have emotions, there's no need for a Malfoy to cry...
And that's all he could remember doing for the past nine years...
Crying his heart out and only one person has seen that side of Draco, and she was dead and traveling from toilet to toilet if you know whom we're talking about. But, he did not care...he knew the secret was safe (for now). Now, if only he could turn back time sixteen years ago and never have been born...
He resumed his walking and came closer to the shadowy figure.
"My lord..." Draco knelt down beside the Dark lord.
"Ah...that's better...now, let us not wait any longer...give me your left arm"
Draco did not hesitate but gave his arm very slowly and carefully.
"Now this won't hurt a bit..."
And so, just like that, the dark mark now was part of Draco's features.
"Now, listen Draco, I don't want you to end the way your father did...I have plans for you, big plans...I want you to do me the greatest favor ever, listen carefully..."
Draco listened and by each word he was regretting more the day he became a Malfoy... he was regretting the day of his birth.
"But, my lord! That's impossible! Dumbledore! He'll catch me! He's always walking around the school!"
"Don't you worry about Professor Dumbledore...I'm not inside Hogwarts, but I know everything that goes on inside, and I know who'll be there, and who won't, so don't worry my dear Draco, they won't catch you..." Voldemort neared his face toward Draco's.
His face now completely visible to him...it was the first time he had seen Lord Voldemort and now that he had, it showed malice, it showed no mercy, it showed...no love whatsoever, only power...and a great one.
"Oh! And if you do not complete the task...then I guess I'll pay a visit to your lovely mother and make her pay for her son..."
Draco widened his eyes; No... Not his mother...
"You don't have to, my lord!" he said quickly. "I'll do whatever you want me to do" Draco bowed.
"That's better, see? I knew you were a smart lad, not like your father...well, off you go then"
Draco nodded and walked out of the room.
This was it. He had to do it...if he didn't, his mother would die! And he didn't want that...after all she went through to keep him safe! To keep him out of this mess, but she couldn't... she couldn't change the fate of a Malfoy.
No, he'll do it, even if it took an eternity...but, he will...he'll put all his strength in it, for his mother's sake. The only person he loved and cared about.
They were not taking her away from him, not like that! No! He'll do it...even if it took all of his tears out, but he will...for the love he has to his mother...
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Draco entered Malfoy Manor, no words escaping his lips, not even the usual "I'm home" at his mother; today was an exception.
He ran upstairs towards his room and closed the door hard behind him.
He brushed out the streaks of hair he had on his forehead and looked around. He took the first thing near him which was a glass that was part of a set of three other glasses and a jug which laid in a tray on the night table next to his bed. He stared at that glass of water and then with all his strength, he threw it to the huge wall mirror in front of him.
It was at this time that all frustration, all the regrets and all the tears came out freely and now part of his room was a mess.
Why do these things have to happen?! Why me?! What did I do to deserve this?! Why me?! Why me?! Why me?! Why?! Why?! Why?! Why...?!
He felt pain all over his fingers he opened his eyes to see both his hands covered with blood, running all the way down to his wrists. He closed his eyes again...maybe the pain would go away...
I want this to be over...I want to breathe again...
Then, he opened his eyes and saw he was not in his room, he was lying on a bed and everything around was unknown to him. He then looked at his hands and blood were on them, but it wasn't his...for he felt no pain...
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"Michelle! We have a situation here! I need you here! Quick!"
"Coming healer Gamp!" Michelle ran inside the room, the scenario was a chaos...that man, the one she brought three days ago was out of control.
"What's wrong with him?!"
"Nothing, I think he's just having a bad dream..."
"A bad dream?! A nightmare for the looks of it!" said trainee healer Leticia Lowe, Michelle's best friend since childhood.
"Bring me the sedate potion!" said healer Gamp.
"Accio sedate!" said Michelle and a bottle of a purple-greenish liquid flew right into her hand.
She walked near the man having a nightmare and just when she was an inch close to make him drink the potion, he suddenly lost control and grabbed her by the arm , scratching her so deep that blood began to appear in her skin.
"Ahhh!" she cried.
"Merlin's beard!" Leticia tried to free her from the man's grip until she succeded. "Come, let me cure that, it might catch an infection".
"No, I can do it myself, thank you" Michelle gasped and put the tip of her wand on the wounds as they immediately disappeared along with the blood.
"Michelle..."
"What!" she snapped, and then she looked at the man...he was looking at his hands with blood that was not his, but Michelle's.
She stared at him, with no hatred on her features, but something else...
"Are you...are you okay?!" she said in a low voice sitting on the chair next to his bed.
He just looked at her, then looked around.
"Where the bloody hell am I?!"
. . .To Be Continued . . .
A/N Oh my God! I thought it wouldn't end! I spent three days, NO! Four! Working on this! Each minute I fell into a deeper writer's block and each time I came out, I fell in again! XD lol! But now I'm finished! I finally finished chapter Two! So stay tuned for the next chappie! Tootles! This is Saint Ann signing out, "I'm no saint...but at least I try!"
