Dragon Slain; Virgin's Sorrow - Chapter 1
Sonic booms coursed through the heavens; streams of hot electricity cracked overhead, charging the air with its intensity. Drops of pure precipitation fell in torrents from the angry darkness above, banishing away the dryness that had set in. Beads gathered on the polished wood within the center of a ring of witnesses, trembling on its surface before loosing to the heavy emotion hanging in the air and trailing down its smooth sides, making the illusion that the casket itself was mourning over the untimely loss of the one within.
She stepped forth from the line of sad observers with a silver rose in her hand. She lightly placed the rare flower on the casket's surface, her eyes as dull as the atmosphere around her. The storm outside paled in comparison to the storm of hurt, loss, and bitterness within her heart. Stiffly, she lowered her lips to place a tender kiss on the tearful casket before returning to stand alongside her family. The sound of Dumbledore's voice could be heard over the din of the storm, but she chose not to listen. Finally, his solemn speech was finished and at last the casket was lowered into the sodden earth.
"It's time to go." Ron placed a hand on her shoulder, offering his comfort. She neither acknowledged his presence nor his words, but continued to stare at the mound of freshly turned earth with unbelieving eyes. With a sigh he turned and walked away with the rest of his families, leaving her to stand alone. She was unmindful to the downpour and that her layers of dark clothing were soaking it all in. She stood there for a long time, simply looking at the headstone above the grave-site. It was a regal male angel, his face emotionless, his stone lips carved into a firm line. To her the statue's eyes really looked like his, cool and suave, with an underlying layer of heat and passion that only she was permitted to see. Around his arm a serpent curled, winding its way towards his face. Swallowing slowly, she moved forward. Standing on her tiptoes, she stared into the stone eyes of his headstone before allowing her eyes to close and leaned forward, placing a soft but firm kiss to the cold, hard, wet lips of the angel statue.
"Happy Anniversary, Draco." She whispered before turning, walking away from the new grave. It had been three years since they had found each other. Three years that passed by so slowly as if to allow the two lovers to savor each moment. Three years that came and went so quickly that one might forget they even happened. Several sorrowful tears slid down her cheeks as she left him behind.
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Delicate auburn brows crease together in concentration as dreams invade her subconscious. A whimper of confusion forms in the back of her throat as her lips purse together. Small fingers extend and curl tightly around soft cotton sheets, clenching the fabric firmly in her fists. The muscles of her body tense as her face shakes from one side to the other, tangling the many locks of red hair together on the pillow.
The edges of her vision were clouded and blurred, the images in the middle abstract in color but understandable none the less. It was dark, but within the darkness shadows could be seen - so still one might think them moving. The silence was deafening: its emptiness painful to one's ears. A formed shadow darted swiftly, purposefully. It was not a trick of one's sight. She seemed to be looking through the eyes of another, though whose eyes one could only guess. The silence was broken by a daring approach, the shadow no longer keeping itself hidden to the senses. Moonbeams prodded at the treetop canopy, illuminating the haunting forest. A head of silver stood out against the darkness of the night, glimmering in a surreal fashion as the moon overhead held it in its spotlight. Hard, cruel eyes glinted with twisted amusement as they bore into the eyes she was seeing through. Her chest contracted with nervous anticipation but she felt no fear.
"Father." At the sound of his voice she fought to wake up, but hearing him, even when he sounded this cold and heartless, made her fight to stay.
"You came. How predictable." The amusement was replaced with such disgust and hatred that she almost felt Draco flinch; almost.
"Do not flatter yourself Lucious, I did not come here because you told me so. I came here to kill you." At that, his father laughed humorlessly.
"You, a soft hearted muggle loving weakling, kill me? Draco, has that filthy piece of trash made you that daft?" She felt the boiling rage pulsing through Draco's system. It was like venomous lava coursing through him, and it scared her witless because her own body was conjuring up such emotions.
"You will have quite the time trying to give me the slow and painful death you suppose I so deserve. Remember, you are the one who so diligently worked on my immunity to every known torturing curse. And the Killing Curse would be too simple, too cliché for you. You always were the one for dramatics, Lucious, and that evidently will bring about your downfall."
Again, humorless laughter, followed by what looked like a true all-knowing smirk.
"Before you die, Draco, I'll admit that you are right, at least on my liking for oh-so-dramatic endings. You know how to throw every torturing curse: yet another truth. That is why I'm going to give you," he reached into his robes and pulled out something made of slick black metal, "a little distraction."
She realized then that it was a gun. She didn't know much about them, accept for the fact that they caused pain and death.
He cocked it and with a malicious grin pulled the trigger.
She felt it, plain as if she herself had been hit. Blinding agony exploded in her right knee as she felt his kneecap shatter beneath him. He forgot his cool demeanor and gave out a bellow of agony as he crumbled to the mossy floor. She could faintly hear giddy laughter behind the thunder of his quickened heartbeat. That is when it hit him(her). It crashed down upon them like a tidal wave. She felt his muscles constricting tight while his organs expanded unnaturally so. Every fiber, every cell, every atom of his body screamed as they were torn to shreds. This was no usual Unforgivable, of this she was sure.
The torture continued on for an eternity before it was lifted. Draco was left lying on the cold ground twitching uncontrollably. She could see nothing; the curse having destroyed his vision. Slowly, the pain diminished. Before she could register that he was letting go, she heard his last word.
"Virginia..."
-=-=-=-=- To Be Continued...
Sonic booms coursed through the heavens; streams of hot electricity cracked overhead, charging the air with its intensity. Drops of pure precipitation fell in torrents from the angry darkness above, banishing away the dryness that had set in. Beads gathered on the polished wood within the center of a ring of witnesses, trembling on its surface before loosing to the heavy emotion hanging in the air and trailing down its smooth sides, making the illusion that the casket itself was mourning over the untimely loss of the one within.
She stepped forth from the line of sad observers with a silver rose in her hand. She lightly placed the rare flower on the casket's surface, her eyes as dull as the atmosphere around her. The storm outside paled in comparison to the storm of hurt, loss, and bitterness within her heart. Stiffly, she lowered her lips to place a tender kiss on the tearful casket before returning to stand alongside her family. The sound of Dumbledore's voice could be heard over the din of the storm, but she chose not to listen. Finally, his solemn speech was finished and at last the casket was lowered into the sodden earth.
"It's time to go." Ron placed a hand on her shoulder, offering his comfort. She neither acknowledged his presence nor his words, but continued to stare at the mound of freshly turned earth with unbelieving eyes. With a sigh he turned and walked away with the rest of his families, leaving her to stand alone. She was unmindful to the downpour and that her layers of dark clothing were soaking it all in. She stood there for a long time, simply looking at the headstone above the grave-site. It was a regal male angel, his face emotionless, his stone lips carved into a firm line. To her the statue's eyes really looked like his, cool and suave, with an underlying layer of heat and passion that only she was permitted to see. Around his arm a serpent curled, winding its way towards his face. Swallowing slowly, she moved forward. Standing on her tiptoes, she stared into the stone eyes of his headstone before allowing her eyes to close and leaned forward, placing a soft but firm kiss to the cold, hard, wet lips of the angel statue.
"Happy Anniversary, Draco." She whispered before turning, walking away from the new grave. It had been three years since they had found each other. Three years that passed by so slowly as if to allow the two lovers to savor each moment. Three years that came and went so quickly that one might forget they even happened. Several sorrowful tears slid down her cheeks as she left him behind.
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Delicate auburn brows crease together in concentration as dreams invade her subconscious. A whimper of confusion forms in the back of her throat as her lips purse together. Small fingers extend and curl tightly around soft cotton sheets, clenching the fabric firmly in her fists. The muscles of her body tense as her face shakes from one side to the other, tangling the many locks of red hair together on the pillow.
The edges of her vision were clouded and blurred, the images in the middle abstract in color but understandable none the less. It was dark, but within the darkness shadows could be seen - so still one might think them moving. The silence was deafening: its emptiness painful to one's ears. A formed shadow darted swiftly, purposefully. It was not a trick of one's sight. She seemed to be looking through the eyes of another, though whose eyes one could only guess. The silence was broken by a daring approach, the shadow no longer keeping itself hidden to the senses. Moonbeams prodded at the treetop canopy, illuminating the haunting forest. A head of silver stood out against the darkness of the night, glimmering in a surreal fashion as the moon overhead held it in its spotlight. Hard, cruel eyes glinted with twisted amusement as they bore into the eyes she was seeing through. Her chest contracted with nervous anticipation but she felt no fear.
"Father." At the sound of his voice she fought to wake up, but hearing him, even when he sounded this cold and heartless, made her fight to stay.
"You came. How predictable." The amusement was replaced with such disgust and hatred that she almost felt Draco flinch; almost.
"Do not flatter yourself Lucious, I did not come here because you told me so. I came here to kill you." At that, his father laughed humorlessly.
"You, a soft hearted muggle loving weakling, kill me? Draco, has that filthy piece of trash made you that daft?" She felt the boiling rage pulsing through Draco's system. It was like venomous lava coursing through him, and it scared her witless because her own body was conjuring up such emotions.
"You will have quite the time trying to give me the slow and painful death you suppose I so deserve. Remember, you are the one who so diligently worked on my immunity to every known torturing curse. And the Killing Curse would be too simple, too cliché for you. You always were the one for dramatics, Lucious, and that evidently will bring about your downfall."
Again, humorless laughter, followed by what looked like a true all-knowing smirk.
"Before you die, Draco, I'll admit that you are right, at least on my liking for oh-so-dramatic endings. You know how to throw every torturing curse: yet another truth. That is why I'm going to give you," he reached into his robes and pulled out something made of slick black metal, "a little distraction."
She realized then that it was a gun. She didn't know much about them, accept for the fact that they caused pain and death.
He cocked it and with a malicious grin pulled the trigger.
She felt it, plain as if she herself had been hit. Blinding agony exploded in her right knee as she felt his kneecap shatter beneath him. He forgot his cool demeanor and gave out a bellow of agony as he crumbled to the mossy floor. She could faintly hear giddy laughter behind the thunder of his quickened heartbeat. That is when it hit him(her). It crashed down upon them like a tidal wave. She felt his muscles constricting tight while his organs expanded unnaturally so. Every fiber, every cell, every atom of his body screamed as they were torn to shreds. This was no usual Unforgivable, of this she was sure.
The torture continued on for an eternity before it was lifted. Draco was left lying on the cold ground twitching uncontrollably. She could see nothing; the curse having destroyed his vision. Slowly, the pain diminished. Before she could register that he was letting go, she heard his last word.
"Virginia..."
-=-=-=-=- To Be Continued...