CHOICES are a small series of short stories completely unrelated to each
other. So far there are three stories, including this one, to the CHOICES
series. Please keep in mind at this moment I have no desire to write any
sequels. I am more then happy at how these stories have turned out. Thank
you and I hope to see you in the next CHOICES story.
AN: Hey guys I'm back. I wrote this story a LONG time ago and was thinking of finishing it. But then I noticed how perfect it was for this story, I also realized I REALLY didn't want to write more on it. So enjoy!
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Harry Potter. J K Rowling and many other company and people own it. I am not getting any money for this story. No suing.
Choices Three By Wyltk
"Your initiation is quite simple Malfoy. You are to kill, any way you like, the person in dungeon five. Bring me her head on a platter and your test will be complete."
Draco smirked, nodding his head, before walking off to the dungeons. Voldemort seemed to like him. After all, if his father had even dared try to smirk like that he would have been killed in an instant. Then again Draco and Voldemort thought the same. After all he knew how Voldemort wanted his work done. And he was more then willing to do it. Then again he had never killed anyone before.
Walking down to the dungeons he paused before the door readying himself. 'Any way you like' in Voldemort language meant to kill them with the least amount of mercy possible. But who was it he wanted killed so badly? Potter? No, that was Voldemort's territory. Even his most trusted Death Eaters wouldn't have been given that honor and if they tried to.... Granger or Weasley those stupid side kicks to Potty? No, they would be needed for information and would make to great a bait. Dumbledore? Never, again that was Voldemort territory and anyways he said "her". Guess the only way to find out was to go in.
He opened the door and to his surprise a limp bundle of rags was sprawled on the floor. The girl had to have been here a long time to be that skinny and ragged. He cleared his throat waiting patiently for the bundle to react but the bundle sat there not moving.
He walked towards it and poked it with his boot experimentally. Before he could react the girl had a hold of his ankle and swept it out from under him making a dash towards the door. Draco growled low in his throat and shut the door, locking it with a simple spell.
"Not so fast, ma'am." he drawled the last part out, sarcastically.
"Draco. So nice to know who my captor is." Ginny Weasley said as she turned towards him.
Draco growled casting cruico on her immediately and taking it off at the last possible moment. He then proceeded to pick her up and throw her against a near by wall. Something inside him cringed at the action. Old words spoken by a house elf, who had always treated him kindly, as if he were his own son.
"Master Draco, Master Draco. You must not be hitting lady. No. Very bad. Very bad to hit lady."
He pushed the words back into his memory and shoved the girls head back against the wall. He took a step back dropping her chin as red hair spilled over his arm.
"Weasley. The white wizard trash. What a pleasure it will be to kill off a Mud-blood lover like yourself. I dreamed of this moment for a long time. It was always Ron being killed, mind you, but I figure his little sister would do. Maybe send him a lock of this lovely red hair after I behead you eh?"
He twirled a piece of her hair around his finger and she lifted her chin up defiantly. A few seconds later a slap rent the air and Ginny's head flew to the right.
"I suggest you never spit on me again."
"And I suggest you never call me wizard trash."
"I can do what ever I want with you."
"Then kill me and get it over with. That's what you want to do isn't it! JUST KILL ME!" then softly she whispered "I deserve it."
Tears flowed down her cheeks and Draco saw the place where he hit begin to blossom bright red.
"I won't kill you so easily Ginny. I want to make you suffer. I want to make sure you regret ever being born." he said maliciously.
He wrenched her face up and kissed her roughly. Again the house elfs words echoed around him. "Ladies hurt easy. Must Careful. Careful."
She struggled wildly against him the tears falling all the faster. Her fear was intensifying and he could feel her trembling. He wrenched his lips away from her, wiping his mouth on the back of his sleeve. He spit to the side and picked up the girl again about to cast crucio on her. He stopped and growled at his inability to hurt her any more. He would just kill her now and get it over with. As much as he wanted to hurt her worse he couldn't.
She had never been anything but nice to him in school no matter what he did to her. Though, she would hardly even stand up for herself after her first year. Staring at the shaking girl he new he would have trouble killing her. He had always had trouble with hurting women. Especially physically, as his father had taught him to do with the example of his mother. It was no surprise she had become so hard. She had to too stop being beaten.
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to."
Ginny was lying where he had dropped her after the kiss. She was shaking wildly tears streaming endless trails down her face. She was in her own little world staring at something or someone that wasn't there.
"What do you mean?"
"I killed him. I killed Denise. I didn't mean to. He was in front of me and it was a battle. I was supposed to watch him. I tried. I did. But it was the killing curse. I tried to push him out of the way. To take it myself. I was too late. Too late." She rocked herself back and forth her sobs tearing through the tiny cell.
Draco shifted slightly looking down at her shaking form. 'What is wrong with me? I've always wanted to kill a Weasley and here's the chance and I chicken out?'
Groaning he looked down at the girl. 'Better to get her out of her misery. She's really out of it.'
"Avada. Avada. Avada ke."
He stopped and stared at the small form that was tensed for the words, the spell. He sighed and went over to her, picking her up. She nestled in his arms without saying anything her eyes blank.
He grumbled about how he was going to be hunted down and skinned alive when they realized he had backed out of killing her. Grabbing her wand that was outside the door sitting on a table, he walked out of the dungeon carefully.
AN: So again I'm going to give you some questions. Though I doubt this will be as good, or up to my normal standards, as my other Choice stories.
So first question will they be caught on their way out? Will Draco change his mind? Who will help them if they get out of Voldemort's lair? Not only that, but, what if Voldemort expected something like this to happen and posted someone to watch him like that rat Peter Pettigrew? Or what if Ginny never comes out of her own little world? After all she was tortured for who knows how long, that's bound to have repercussions.
*raises her eyebrows and chuckles* I do hope I gave you something to think about. Enjoy my other stories that are coming out, I hope you all like Harry/Hermione pairings. Though I do have some D/G coming out to. We'll just have to see won't we?
Have a great day!
"The true measure of a man is how he treats someone who can do him absolutely no good." - Samuel Johnson
Wyltk
AN: Hey guys I'm back. I wrote this story a LONG time ago and was thinking of finishing it. But then I noticed how perfect it was for this story, I also realized I REALLY didn't want to write more on it. So enjoy!
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Harry Potter. J K Rowling and many other company and people own it. I am not getting any money for this story. No suing.
Choices Three By Wyltk
"Your initiation is quite simple Malfoy. You are to kill, any way you like, the person in dungeon five. Bring me her head on a platter and your test will be complete."
Draco smirked, nodding his head, before walking off to the dungeons. Voldemort seemed to like him. After all, if his father had even dared try to smirk like that he would have been killed in an instant. Then again Draco and Voldemort thought the same. After all he knew how Voldemort wanted his work done. And he was more then willing to do it. Then again he had never killed anyone before.
Walking down to the dungeons he paused before the door readying himself. 'Any way you like' in Voldemort language meant to kill them with the least amount of mercy possible. But who was it he wanted killed so badly? Potter? No, that was Voldemort's territory. Even his most trusted Death Eaters wouldn't have been given that honor and if they tried to.... Granger or Weasley those stupid side kicks to Potty? No, they would be needed for information and would make to great a bait. Dumbledore? Never, again that was Voldemort territory and anyways he said "her". Guess the only way to find out was to go in.
He opened the door and to his surprise a limp bundle of rags was sprawled on the floor. The girl had to have been here a long time to be that skinny and ragged. He cleared his throat waiting patiently for the bundle to react but the bundle sat there not moving.
He walked towards it and poked it with his boot experimentally. Before he could react the girl had a hold of his ankle and swept it out from under him making a dash towards the door. Draco growled low in his throat and shut the door, locking it with a simple spell.
"Not so fast, ma'am." he drawled the last part out, sarcastically.
"Draco. So nice to know who my captor is." Ginny Weasley said as she turned towards him.
Draco growled casting cruico on her immediately and taking it off at the last possible moment. He then proceeded to pick her up and throw her against a near by wall. Something inside him cringed at the action. Old words spoken by a house elf, who had always treated him kindly, as if he were his own son.
"Master Draco, Master Draco. You must not be hitting lady. No. Very bad. Very bad to hit lady."
He pushed the words back into his memory and shoved the girls head back against the wall. He took a step back dropping her chin as red hair spilled over his arm.
"Weasley. The white wizard trash. What a pleasure it will be to kill off a Mud-blood lover like yourself. I dreamed of this moment for a long time. It was always Ron being killed, mind you, but I figure his little sister would do. Maybe send him a lock of this lovely red hair after I behead you eh?"
He twirled a piece of her hair around his finger and she lifted her chin up defiantly. A few seconds later a slap rent the air and Ginny's head flew to the right.
"I suggest you never spit on me again."
"And I suggest you never call me wizard trash."
"I can do what ever I want with you."
"Then kill me and get it over with. That's what you want to do isn't it! JUST KILL ME!" then softly she whispered "I deserve it."
Tears flowed down her cheeks and Draco saw the place where he hit begin to blossom bright red.
"I won't kill you so easily Ginny. I want to make you suffer. I want to make sure you regret ever being born." he said maliciously.
He wrenched her face up and kissed her roughly. Again the house elfs words echoed around him. "Ladies hurt easy. Must Careful. Careful."
She struggled wildly against him the tears falling all the faster. Her fear was intensifying and he could feel her trembling. He wrenched his lips away from her, wiping his mouth on the back of his sleeve. He spit to the side and picked up the girl again about to cast crucio on her. He stopped and growled at his inability to hurt her any more. He would just kill her now and get it over with. As much as he wanted to hurt her worse he couldn't.
She had never been anything but nice to him in school no matter what he did to her. Though, she would hardly even stand up for herself after her first year. Staring at the shaking girl he new he would have trouble killing her. He had always had trouble with hurting women. Especially physically, as his father had taught him to do with the example of his mother. It was no surprise she had become so hard. She had to too stop being beaten.
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to."
Ginny was lying where he had dropped her after the kiss. She was shaking wildly tears streaming endless trails down her face. She was in her own little world staring at something or someone that wasn't there.
"What do you mean?"
"I killed him. I killed Denise. I didn't mean to. He was in front of me and it was a battle. I was supposed to watch him. I tried. I did. But it was the killing curse. I tried to push him out of the way. To take it myself. I was too late. Too late." She rocked herself back and forth her sobs tearing through the tiny cell.
Draco shifted slightly looking down at her shaking form. 'What is wrong with me? I've always wanted to kill a Weasley and here's the chance and I chicken out?'
Groaning he looked down at the girl. 'Better to get her out of her misery. She's really out of it.'
"Avada. Avada. Avada ke."
He stopped and stared at the small form that was tensed for the words, the spell. He sighed and went over to her, picking her up. She nestled in his arms without saying anything her eyes blank.
He grumbled about how he was going to be hunted down and skinned alive when they realized he had backed out of killing her. Grabbing her wand that was outside the door sitting on a table, he walked out of the dungeon carefully.
AN: So again I'm going to give you some questions. Though I doubt this will be as good, or up to my normal standards, as my other Choice stories.
So first question will they be caught on their way out? Will Draco change his mind? Who will help them if they get out of Voldemort's lair? Not only that, but, what if Voldemort expected something like this to happen and posted someone to watch him like that rat Peter Pettigrew? Or what if Ginny never comes out of her own little world? After all she was tortured for who knows how long, that's bound to have repercussions.
*raises her eyebrows and chuckles* I do hope I gave you something to think about. Enjoy my other stories that are coming out, I hope you all like Harry/Hermione pairings. Though I do have some D/G coming out to. We'll just have to see won't we?
Have a great day!
"The true measure of a man is how he treats someone who can do him absolutely no good." - Samuel Johnson
Wyltk