Note: All characters, places, creatures, etc. belong to J.K.Rowling. This fic takes place in the 'Murder at Hogwarts' universe. You should probably read that first.
Draco
By Nickthesilver
Draco didn't know-or care, for that matter-what had happened to Harry after he had killed Sirius. One minute Harry's there, crying over his dead, Mudblood friend, the next minute, he's gone.
Draco hated Harry, plain and simple. He hated how famous he was, how everyone liked him, but most of all, he hated how he always managed to thwart Voldemort.
Now, personally, Draco hated the sinister leader of the Death Eaters. He found his lack of class and style repulsive. He never knew why his father was so devoted to him.
'But,' thought Draco, as he walked down the hall to the Slytherin common room, 'the enemy of your enemy is your friend, as they say.'
His two cronies, Crabbe and Goyle had disappeared somewhere so Draco walked alone. He really didn't care where they were; they always came back, always.
Draco stopped in front of the portrait hole to his house, and said the password aloud. He stepped through and was surprised to find the room empty. He looked around at the lonely place. He had expected someone to be there, the worthless girl Pansy or someone to talk to, but he was met by no one.
He sneered.
He hated them.
All of them.
"They're probably in bed," he murmured to himself, "Dorks."
He smiled.
He liked the American insult.
Dork.
He walked to his favorite chair, the green one in front of the fire, and sat down. He closed his eyes, and shifted his bottom until he was comfy. He stroked the velvet arms of the easy chair. It wasn't his favorite chair for no reason. He opened his eyes and looked into the fire.
There, in the fire, was the head of Sirius Black.
"HOLY-"
"SILENCE!" yelled the head, "Do you want to wake the dead?" Sirius laughed at his joke, and Draco didn't get it until he realized that Sirius was supposed to be dead.
He chuckled.
"So," Sirius began, "let's cut the crap. Are you loyal to Voldemort?" Draco lifted an eyebrow. He wasn't expecting this.
"No."
"Good," the head wobbled up and down, which Draco took for Sirius nodding his head, "I hate Death Eaters. Now, I have big plans for us, boy, but, there is one thing you must do before I except your services."
Draco was intrigued by Sirius's promise of "big plans", and was ready for anything.
He nodded his head.
The head smiled, and said, "Die."
Draco didn't have time to be surprised. All he saw was a flash of green light, then blackness.
FIN
Note: Read The sequels!
Draco
By Nickthesilver
Draco didn't know-or care, for that matter-what had happened to Harry after he had killed Sirius. One minute Harry's there, crying over his dead, Mudblood friend, the next minute, he's gone.
Draco hated Harry, plain and simple. He hated how famous he was, how everyone liked him, but most of all, he hated how he always managed to thwart Voldemort.
Now, personally, Draco hated the sinister leader of the Death Eaters. He found his lack of class and style repulsive. He never knew why his father was so devoted to him.
'But,' thought Draco, as he walked down the hall to the Slytherin common room, 'the enemy of your enemy is your friend, as they say.'
His two cronies, Crabbe and Goyle had disappeared somewhere so Draco walked alone. He really didn't care where they were; they always came back, always.
Draco stopped in front of the portrait hole to his house, and said the password aloud. He stepped through and was surprised to find the room empty. He looked around at the lonely place. He had expected someone to be there, the worthless girl Pansy or someone to talk to, but he was met by no one.
He sneered.
He hated them.
All of them.
"They're probably in bed," he murmured to himself, "Dorks."
He smiled.
He liked the American insult.
Dork.
He walked to his favorite chair, the green one in front of the fire, and sat down. He closed his eyes, and shifted his bottom until he was comfy. He stroked the velvet arms of the easy chair. It wasn't his favorite chair for no reason. He opened his eyes and looked into the fire.
There, in the fire, was the head of Sirius Black.
"HOLY-"
"SILENCE!" yelled the head, "Do you want to wake the dead?" Sirius laughed at his joke, and Draco didn't get it until he realized that Sirius was supposed to be dead.
He chuckled.
"So," Sirius began, "let's cut the crap. Are you loyal to Voldemort?" Draco lifted an eyebrow. He wasn't expecting this.
"No."
"Good," the head wobbled up and down, which Draco took for Sirius nodding his head, "I hate Death Eaters. Now, I have big plans for us, boy, but, there is one thing you must do before I except your services."
Draco was intrigued by Sirius's promise of "big plans", and was ready for anything.
He nodded his head.
The head smiled, and said, "Die."
Draco didn't have time to be surprised. All he saw was a flash of green light, then blackness.
FIN
Note: Read The sequels!
