Beginning of the End
Authors: Starchild and Saavik
Chapter Sixteen: I Know Well What I am Fleeing From, But Not What I am In Search of. ~ Michel de Montaigne
***Disclaimer***
See Chapter Seven Please. Thank You.
When you see // ..// it means the person is thinking and not talking.
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Draco watched his father collapse in the entryway. As he fell his body started the twitching Draco had learned accompanied the after effects of the Cruciatus. Sighing, Draco levitated his father up and moved him to his room. With a few simple spells he had him cleaned and healed.
Draco left his father tucked safety in bed and returned to his sanctuary. He warded the door and turned on his music. Letting it calm him once more, he pulled out some parchment and began to brainstorm:
WAYS TO GET OUT 1. Kill Father 4. Leave 2. Burn Father 5. Join the Deatheaters 3. Hex Father very badly. 6. Kill self 7. Join Dumbledore
Draco quickly crossed of the sixth suggestion. Suicide was for cowards and those of low intelligence. Life may not be what he wanted, but death was never an option. NEVER. Draco stared at the list. Dumbledore. //The old geezer just might be the answer.// Draco could not stand the thought of cowering at Voldermort's feet, but Dumbledore never asked for admiration. Only respect. And he gave it out as much, if not more, than he received it. Draco craved respect. He had grown tired of fear. And money, while still vastly important to him, had failed to gain him anything other than obligation. Respect was an intriguing concept. To earn something. To receive it not for birth right or vault size, but for actions and choices. //Dumbledore would let me think for myself. He would not MAKE me fight for him. But he would let me stay at Hogwarts till this blows over or I graduate. He would never force me to come back here to take the mark. The man's eyes teared up when I left. Crazy fellow tried to hug me, 'Take care child.' He knows. He knows what Father has planned and he doesn't want it to happen. But he let me chose to come home. Maybe he will let me chose to stay away.//
Draco kicked himself for not thinking of this sooner. //If I had stopped wallowing in self pity like a bloody Hufflepuff I might already be out of this mess.// Draco thought back to the hours spent in anxious immobility. //Malfoys do not bow and they do not cry. I will get through this with my dignity and honor intact. Unlike FATHER.// Draco cringed at the all to frequently repeated spectacle of his father landing bonelessly (Sometimes literally) in the entryway. The stench of muck and bog hanging in his robes and hair. Many a time Draco had bent to help his father up to only be mistaken for the Dark Lord in the elder Malfoy's pain induced haze. Draco knew his father crawled to answer his MASTER'S summons. Lucius would prostrate himself, kiss the helms of his Lord's robes and basically fully degrade himself at any and every opportunity trying, desperately, to gain favor. Draco refused to cater to anyone else's desires before his own. There was a time he blindly obeyed his father. That time had ended on his fifteenth birthday.
Draco rechecked his wards. //That should take him a good 15 minutes to break through in a healthy state, let alone what he will be in for awhile. That should be enough time to hide any, incriminating, evidence and come up with any excuses that maybe necessary.// He went back to his desk and changed the song playing. He wanted something a little less angsty and more hopeful. The time for self-pity was past. The tears dried. Draco would pull himself out of hell without help. //Like a true Malfoy, not the pathetic waste of magic in the other room.// His plan formulated, Draco sat back to wait.
Beatles: Think For Yourself
I've got a word or two
To say about the things that you do
You're telling all those lies
About the good things that we can have
If we close our eyes Do what you want to do
And go where you're going to
Think for yourself
'Cause I won't be there with you I left you far behind
The ruins of the life that you had in mind
And though you still can't see
I know your mind's made up
You're gonna cause more misery Do what you want to do
And go where you're going to
Think for yourself
'Cause I won't be there with you Although your mind's opaque
Try thinking more if just for your own sake
The future still looks good
And you've got time to rectify
All the things that you should Do what you want to do
And go where you're going to
Think for yourself
'Cause I won't be there with you Do what you want to do
And go where you're going to
Think for yourself
'Cause I won't be there with you
Think for yourself
'Cause I won't be there with you *****
A/N: Ahhhh. So you now should have guessed that Chapter Seven was Draco. Well duh. If you didn't, you are the weakest link. Sorry had to say it. Yes, this is a rather abrupt about face from Seven. But Draco had to have a little while to wallow. Now he is done and that ambition and cunning are up and running. (I rhymed!) And Draco does not want to end up a sniveling toady for Voldie. (I must be tired, I did it again.) Nope, nope, nope. Daddy dearest will not be running his life for him anymore. Go Draco!
Bye the bye, the song is both about Draco's decision to go with the light and a sign he wants his father to join him. Think about Draco singing it to Lucius. That is how it is meant to be interpreted in this story.
R & R please. We get lonely. (Make sad face)
LL&P Saavik
Authors: Starchild and Saavik
Chapter Sixteen: I Know Well What I am Fleeing From, But Not What I am In Search of. ~ Michel de Montaigne
***Disclaimer***
See Chapter Seven Please. Thank You.
When you see // ..// it means the person is thinking and not talking.
*******
Draco watched his father collapse in the entryway. As he fell his body started the twitching Draco had learned accompanied the after effects of the Cruciatus. Sighing, Draco levitated his father up and moved him to his room. With a few simple spells he had him cleaned and healed.
Draco left his father tucked safety in bed and returned to his sanctuary. He warded the door and turned on his music. Letting it calm him once more, he pulled out some parchment and began to brainstorm:
WAYS TO GET OUT 1. Kill Father 4. Leave 2. Burn Father 5. Join the Deatheaters 3. Hex Father very badly. 6. Kill self 7. Join Dumbledore
Draco quickly crossed of the sixth suggestion. Suicide was for cowards and those of low intelligence. Life may not be what he wanted, but death was never an option. NEVER. Draco stared at the list. Dumbledore. //The old geezer just might be the answer.// Draco could not stand the thought of cowering at Voldermort's feet, but Dumbledore never asked for admiration. Only respect. And he gave it out as much, if not more, than he received it. Draco craved respect. He had grown tired of fear. And money, while still vastly important to him, had failed to gain him anything other than obligation. Respect was an intriguing concept. To earn something. To receive it not for birth right or vault size, but for actions and choices. //Dumbledore would let me think for myself. He would not MAKE me fight for him. But he would let me stay at Hogwarts till this blows over or I graduate. He would never force me to come back here to take the mark. The man's eyes teared up when I left. Crazy fellow tried to hug me, 'Take care child.' He knows. He knows what Father has planned and he doesn't want it to happen. But he let me chose to come home. Maybe he will let me chose to stay away.//
Draco kicked himself for not thinking of this sooner. //If I had stopped wallowing in self pity like a bloody Hufflepuff I might already be out of this mess.// Draco thought back to the hours spent in anxious immobility. //Malfoys do not bow and they do not cry. I will get through this with my dignity and honor intact. Unlike FATHER.// Draco cringed at the all to frequently repeated spectacle of his father landing bonelessly (Sometimes literally) in the entryway. The stench of muck and bog hanging in his robes and hair. Many a time Draco had bent to help his father up to only be mistaken for the Dark Lord in the elder Malfoy's pain induced haze. Draco knew his father crawled to answer his MASTER'S summons. Lucius would prostrate himself, kiss the helms of his Lord's robes and basically fully degrade himself at any and every opportunity trying, desperately, to gain favor. Draco refused to cater to anyone else's desires before his own. There was a time he blindly obeyed his father. That time had ended on his fifteenth birthday.
Draco rechecked his wards. //That should take him a good 15 minutes to break through in a healthy state, let alone what he will be in for awhile. That should be enough time to hide any, incriminating, evidence and come up with any excuses that maybe necessary.// He went back to his desk and changed the song playing. He wanted something a little less angsty and more hopeful. The time for self-pity was past. The tears dried. Draco would pull himself out of hell without help. //Like a true Malfoy, not the pathetic waste of magic in the other room.// His plan formulated, Draco sat back to wait.
Beatles: Think For Yourself
I've got a word or two
To say about the things that you do
You're telling all those lies
About the good things that we can have
If we close our eyes Do what you want to do
And go where you're going to
Think for yourself
'Cause I won't be there with you I left you far behind
The ruins of the life that you had in mind
And though you still can't see
I know your mind's made up
You're gonna cause more misery Do what you want to do
And go where you're going to
Think for yourself
'Cause I won't be there with you Although your mind's opaque
Try thinking more if just for your own sake
The future still looks good
And you've got time to rectify
All the things that you should Do what you want to do
And go where you're going to
Think for yourself
'Cause I won't be there with you Do what you want to do
And go where you're going to
Think for yourself
'Cause I won't be there with you
Think for yourself
'Cause I won't be there with you *****
A/N: Ahhhh. So you now should have guessed that Chapter Seven was Draco. Well duh. If you didn't, you are the weakest link. Sorry had to say it. Yes, this is a rather abrupt about face from Seven. But Draco had to have a little while to wallow. Now he is done and that ambition and cunning are up and running. (I rhymed!) And Draco does not want to end up a sniveling toady for Voldie. (I must be tired, I did it again.) Nope, nope, nope. Daddy dearest will not be running his life for him anymore. Go Draco!
Bye the bye, the song is both about Draco's decision to go with the light and a sign he wants his father to join him. Think about Draco singing it to Lucius. That is how it is meant to be interpreted in this story.
R & R please. We get lonely. (Make sad face)
LL&P Saavik