.::THE MIRROR FRONT::.
Chapter 4: And we crystallize
"Who would house this demon//The greatest of my fears//The man who would torture me and reduce me to tears//I'd stand strong for the blood of my blood//But the blood has been tainted and reduced to mud..."
Oh it hurt. It hurt like somebody had driven a blade through his stomach and into his throat. No, make that a newly forged blade that hadn't quite cooled yet and the melted metal was adhering itself to his insides.
Draco Malfoy was dimly aware of someone screaming in the background for a short period of time. He was aware of the Dark Lord in front of him, watching impassively as his mother- no, that wench Narcissa, cast the Cruciatus on him repeatedly. Gritting his teeth, Draco raised his head, letting his heavy, ice-cold murderous gaze fall on her. Slowly, he banished the pain that was blacking the edges of his vision away, until he could see clearly again. And with a little more strength, he stood up straight, impervious to Narcissa's furious screams. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Hermione's body thudding on the floor, but she kept her mouth sealed tightly. Only by looking into her eyes could he catch her distress and pain. Narcissa howled in rage and leapt forward to attack him, scratch his eyes out or just beat the crap out of him. But Lord Voldemort's hand suddenly shot out and caught her elbow.
"No, Narcissa. The boy has learnt his lesson." He regarded Draco carefully, aware of the air that had begun to chill around the boy.
"I shall return in two years for you, Draco. Then I expect you to join my ranks. Learn that there is no escape from the Dark Lord." And they faded into the shadows once more, leaving no indication that they were ever there, except for the scuff marks in the dust and dirt, and Hermione's battered and bruised body.
"Oh heaven's to hell, what have they done to you, Granger?" He walked over, carefully placing an arm under the crook of her knees and another around her shoulders as he lifted her up. What had once been a sworn enemy was now a close ally, pain tended to create bonds that couldn't be forgotten.
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The descent from the dungeon was painful and tedious, but Draco was impervious to the pain. He was in deep though. Two years was all he had. Oh, Narcissa wouldn't be back for those two years at least, but those were still two years, and time was ticking away. He felt himself grow colder, and only stopped himself from becoming almost like ice, at the sound of Hermione whimpering in his arms. And where was his damned father when this was happening? With a moody scowl, he flung open the door with his right arm, carefully placing Hermione's body down by the door.
He froze at the sight, the rage building more so by the moment. A shadowy figure was crouching over the prone figure of his father, while another cloaked, feminine figure stood aside and watched. Forgetting all magic, he flung himself at the taller figure, intent on destroying Voldemort with his bare hands.
There was a brief struggle before the taller figure yanked Draco up, holding both wrists in the one hand. Pushing Draco into a puddle of moonlight, the figures made small noises of surprise. The taller one threw off his hood, as did the smaller one a second later. The boy was the first to recover. His beautiful countenance twisting into a wicked smile, Draco gazed upon features that would be his upon adolscence. The same pale blonde hair. The same silver-grey eyes. The girl had flaming red hair, and the same colour blue eyes as Draco's father.
"Well hello little brother."
Draco blacked out.
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Chapter 4: And we crystallize
"Who would house this demon//The greatest of my fears//The man who would torture me and reduce me to tears//I'd stand strong for the blood of my blood//But the blood has been tainted and reduced to mud..."
Oh it hurt. It hurt like somebody had driven a blade through his stomach and into his throat. No, make that a newly forged blade that hadn't quite cooled yet and the melted metal was adhering itself to his insides.
Draco Malfoy was dimly aware of someone screaming in the background for a short period of time. He was aware of the Dark Lord in front of him, watching impassively as his mother- no, that wench Narcissa, cast the Cruciatus on him repeatedly. Gritting his teeth, Draco raised his head, letting his heavy, ice-cold murderous gaze fall on her. Slowly, he banished the pain that was blacking the edges of his vision away, until he could see clearly again. And with a little more strength, he stood up straight, impervious to Narcissa's furious screams. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Hermione's body thudding on the floor, but she kept her mouth sealed tightly. Only by looking into her eyes could he catch her distress and pain. Narcissa howled in rage and leapt forward to attack him, scratch his eyes out or just beat the crap out of him. But Lord Voldemort's hand suddenly shot out and caught her elbow.
"No, Narcissa. The boy has learnt his lesson." He regarded Draco carefully, aware of the air that had begun to chill around the boy.
"I shall return in two years for you, Draco. Then I expect you to join my ranks. Learn that there is no escape from the Dark Lord." And they faded into the shadows once more, leaving no indication that they were ever there, except for the scuff marks in the dust and dirt, and Hermione's battered and bruised body.
"Oh heaven's to hell, what have they done to you, Granger?" He walked over, carefully placing an arm under the crook of her knees and another around her shoulders as he lifted her up. What had once been a sworn enemy was now a close ally, pain tended to create bonds that couldn't be forgotten.
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The descent from the dungeon was painful and tedious, but Draco was impervious to the pain. He was in deep though. Two years was all he had. Oh, Narcissa wouldn't be back for those two years at least, but those were still two years, and time was ticking away. He felt himself grow colder, and only stopped himself from becoming almost like ice, at the sound of Hermione whimpering in his arms. And where was his damned father when this was happening? With a moody scowl, he flung open the door with his right arm, carefully placing Hermione's body down by the door.
He froze at the sight, the rage building more so by the moment. A shadowy figure was crouching over the prone figure of his father, while another cloaked, feminine figure stood aside and watched. Forgetting all magic, he flung himself at the taller figure, intent on destroying Voldemort with his bare hands.
There was a brief struggle before the taller figure yanked Draco up, holding both wrists in the one hand. Pushing Draco into a puddle of moonlight, the figures made small noises of surprise. The taller one threw off his hood, as did the smaller one a second later. The boy was the first to recover. His beautiful countenance twisting into a wicked smile, Draco gazed upon features that would be his upon adolscence. The same pale blonde hair. The same silver-grey eyes. The girl had flaming red hair, and the same colour blue eyes as Draco's father.
"Well hello little brother."
Draco blacked out.
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