A/N: It's been awhile, and I'm sorry. I just got all kinds of sidetracked. I have a limited attention span with my projects.
Thanks at the end of the next Chapter.
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It was dark. So Dark. I gave up all hope of detecting anything with my sense of sight and tried listening instead. It was silent except for the blood echoing in my ears. I waited. For hours I waited, biting back the fear, resisiting the temptation to close my eyes and sleep. I didn't trust the darkness. Darkness is a two-edged sword. It offers peace and calm while it conceals the monsters waiting to devour you in your sleep. No, I couldn't rest. Wait. They'd come soon enough.
And they did. The entered the room single-file. With a mutter, torches along the walls flared to life. "Draco," Voldemort hissed. "You have not been a good little minion, have you?"
"Can't say that I have," I replied, smirking.
"You have disobeyed me and your father." I nodded. "For the enemy."
"*Your* enemy," I said.
"Yours too, little dragon."
"No, not mine."
"Ah, yes, you love each other." Snickers passed through the crowd. "If he loves you so much, why isn't he here? H'm? Where is your hero when you need him?" Voldmort asked.
I didn't answer. I was actually glad Harry wasn't here. He was safe and that was really all I wanted.
"Do you know what happens to disobedient dragons?" he asked.
"No, but I have a feeling you're going to tell me."
"They become boots." Now *there* was an interesting mental picture.
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That was just a perfect line to end on. There's more though!
Luv ya!
J. Silver
Thanks at the end of the next Chapter.
***
It was dark. So Dark. I gave up all hope of detecting anything with my sense of sight and tried listening instead. It was silent except for the blood echoing in my ears. I waited. For hours I waited, biting back the fear, resisiting the temptation to close my eyes and sleep. I didn't trust the darkness. Darkness is a two-edged sword. It offers peace and calm while it conceals the monsters waiting to devour you in your sleep. No, I couldn't rest. Wait. They'd come soon enough.
And they did. The entered the room single-file. With a mutter, torches along the walls flared to life. "Draco," Voldemort hissed. "You have not been a good little minion, have you?"
"Can't say that I have," I replied, smirking.
"You have disobeyed me and your father." I nodded. "For the enemy."
"*Your* enemy," I said.
"Yours too, little dragon."
"No, not mine."
"Ah, yes, you love each other." Snickers passed through the crowd. "If he loves you so much, why isn't he here? H'm? Where is your hero when you need him?" Voldmort asked.
I didn't answer. I was actually glad Harry wasn't here. He was safe and that was really all I wanted.
"Do you know what happens to disobedient dragons?" he asked.
"No, but I have a feeling you're going to tell me."
"They become boots." Now *there* was an interesting mental picture.
***
That was just a perfect line to end on. There's more though!
Luv ya!
J. Silver