I'm sooooooo sorry, it's nearly been a month since I last updated. I've been tied up with writers block, homework,(Ugh, I'm nearly flunking out!) And I've been making friends in the MTV chat rooms. Now for shout outs....
Emerald Dragon 529- Thank you for all the reviews, I thought it was a good idea to make Ron a Prefect because there are so few stories with him in that role.
Rowena- Sorry, a thousand times sorry! I've taken too long I know.....
Dragons Bane- Thanks for the advice I'll ask for one this chapter.
Ally Cat-Thanks for the numerous reviews it is much appreciated
Any way, I NEED A G/D BETA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Tell me if anyone can find me one.
Disclaimer: Please look to the web address..... Notice the Fanfiction.net part. Emphases on the FAN , as in I am one; as in I'm getting no money for this. Please don't sue me, I am broke, you will get nothing.
On with the story!
Draco sat in the darkness as the sun set. Watching the blue go to yellow, then orange, and finally red. He was alone in the bed chamber. He picks up the small dagger sitting next to him. The blade is pure and unstained, the hilt is swathed in dried blood. His thoughts trace back to the first time he felt the blade against his skin...
"Da, I am not going to be a Death Eater" Draco stated firmly to his father, at the Malfoy Mansion. " I am not going to kiss the feet of some... some... some madman who wishes half of the human race dead or worse. You may like sucking up to a devil incarnate but I will not."he said this mustering all of his strength and courage.
"Devil incarnate eh?" said the Dark lord himself rising from the arm chair he was previously occupying . "I rather like that nickname" Draco would never admit it , but the Dark Lord was handsome, almost beautiful. The body was that of Tom Riddle in his late thirties. His short black hair hung around his face framing the strong jaw line and short beard. His muscular body slightly resembled that of a weight lifter, but not as largely.
"But why all of the hostility?" The beautifully evil man said " I have done nothing wrong to you , nor will I as long as you obey. You have amassing potential, it would be a waste to kill you." The man's red eyes flared and bored into Draco " So I shall give you a choice, join me and gain all of the power, all of the wisdom, all of the pleasures you could dream of. Or choose against me and be left to die on the battlefield of the advancing war. So, what shall it be?" Draco's face contorted into a mask of hate and fear. He spat the man straight in the face through clenched teeth.
"How dare you," The youth said. " pleasure? Wisdom? How could that come from the killing of the helpless? I will not have the shame of my hands stained with the blood of children."
"Very well, it is your choice," said the Dark Lord turning away " but as soon as this war starts , nobody's hands will be clean, and you will have to live with this choice the rest of your life.." He took something from Wormtail. He turned swiftly and struck the boy across his side. Draco curled in half, watching the blood seep throngh his hands on the mangled flesh of his side. Confused as to why he was bleeding. The Dark Lord dropped the knife in his hand letting it clang in the silence of himself, Draco, Wormtail and Lucius. "And have something to show for it," He smiled "if you live." He and Wormtail exited the house swiftly in a ghost of shadow. Lucius looked at his son curled up in the fetal position, muttered several words so that the wound wold not heal and said.
"You earned this son," eyes blazing " Your stubbornest and arrogance gave it to you, death will be your rest" Leaving his son in the dungeon, he whispered. " If you do not burn in hell." Draco lifted his head picking up the fallen knife, he stared at it for a moment then sank into sweet unconsciousness.
Draco stared at the blade full of rage toward his father, the Dark Lord, himself. He took the blade, full of hatred, and stabbed a small hole in his forearm. He watched the blood strayed tiny lines across his skin, curving around his wrist down to his hand, and then braiding across his fingers and palm, then unto the floor. Then the boy whispered almost inaudibly:
"Blood for blood devil," he sighed "blood for blood."
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Harry was sitting alone in the common room just as this was taking place, working on Divinatory homework.
Let's see, he thought to himself, maybe I cold say I loose my head this week? No, Ron did that. Or what about drowning in the bathtub!? I haven't done that! Harry scribbled this unto a chart of tarot, which is what they were currently studying.
" The cards state," saying aloud as he wrote it down, " that there is a high chance of death for me by way of water." He heard foot steps, and looked up, Draco was standing at the bottom of the stairs.
"So, do you want to join mein a conversation, oh golden child?" He stated smiling, " Or would you rather 'prophesies' your own death?" Harry smiled back,
"Even better, how about a walk?" smiling again at Draco's puzzled look, "Follow me,"
Harry went up to his trunk and pulled out his invisibility cloak.
"Oh, my god," Draco whispered "you own one of these?" Harry smiled and nodded furiously.
"Well shall we?" He said gesturing to the door,
"Ooh, this is gonna be fun."
After a thorough inquisition by the painting, the two were off slowly creeping down the hall under the cloak.
"Where to? The grounds?"Harry asked.
"Fine with me, I'm just enjoying the company," Draco whispered. Harry blushed , and said;
"Well we better hurry,"
Minutes later the couple were on the grounds staring up at the stars in the now black sky.
" Beautiful,"Draco muttered and sighed. Harry turned Draco's head and kissed him.
"So are you."
AN: Yeah, that's a bad ending, I know. I have more homework.... :glares angrily at teachers: Please review, I love you all, and I apologize agin for the wait! Love ya, ^.~
Emerald Dragon 529- Thank you for all the reviews, I thought it was a good idea to make Ron a Prefect because there are so few stories with him in that role.
Rowena- Sorry, a thousand times sorry! I've taken too long I know.....
Dragons Bane- Thanks for the advice I'll ask for one this chapter.
Ally Cat-Thanks for the numerous reviews it is much appreciated
Any way, I NEED A G/D BETA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Tell me if anyone can find me one.
Disclaimer: Please look to the web address..... Notice the Fanfiction.net part. Emphases on the FAN , as in I am one; as in I'm getting no money for this. Please don't sue me, I am broke, you will get nothing.
On with the story!
Draco sat in the darkness as the sun set. Watching the blue go to yellow, then orange, and finally red. He was alone in the bed chamber. He picks up the small dagger sitting next to him. The blade is pure and unstained, the hilt is swathed in dried blood. His thoughts trace back to the first time he felt the blade against his skin...
"Da, I am not going to be a Death Eater" Draco stated firmly to his father, at the Malfoy Mansion. " I am not going to kiss the feet of some... some... some madman who wishes half of the human race dead or worse. You may like sucking up to a devil incarnate but I will not."he said this mustering all of his strength and courage.
"Devil incarnate eh?" said the Dark lord himself rising from the arm chair he was previously occupying . "I rather like that nickname" Draco would never admit it , but the Dark Lord was handsome, almost beautiful. The body was that of Tom Riddle in his late thirties. His short black hair hung around his face framing the strong jaw line and short beard. His muscular body slightly resembled that of a weight lifter, but not as largely.
"But why all of the hostility?" The beautifully evil man said " I have done nothing wrong to you , nor will I as long as you obey. You have amassing potential, it would be a waste to kill you." The man's red eyes flared and bored into Draco " So I shall give you a choice, join me and gain all of the power, all of the wisdom, all of the pleasures you could dream of. Or choose against me and be left to die on the battlefield of the advancing war. So, what shall it be?" Draco's face contorted into a mask of hate and fear. He spat the man straight in the face through clenched teeth.
"How dare you," The youth said. " pleasure? Wisdom? How could that come from the killing of the helpless? I will not have the shame of my hands stained with the blood of children."
"Very well, it is your choice," said the Dark Lord turning away " but as soon as this war starts , nobody's hands will be clean, and you will have to live with this choice the rest of your life.." He took something from Wormtail. He turned swiftly and struck the boy across his side. Draco curled in half, watching the blood seep throngh his hands on the mangled flesh of his side. Confused as to why he was bleeding. The Dark Lord dropped the knife in his hand letting it clang in the silence of himself, Draco, Wormtail and Lucius. "And have something to show for it," He smiled "if you live." He and Wormtail exited the house swiftly in a ghost of shadow. Lucius looked at his son curled up in the fetal position, muttered several words so that the wound wold not heal and said.
"You earned this son," eyes blazing " Your stubbornest and arrogance gave it to you, death will be your rest" Leaving his son in the dungeon, he whispered. " If you do not burn in hell." Draco lifted his head picking up the fallen knife, he stared at it for a moment then sank into sweet unconsciousness.
Draco stared at the blade full of rage toward his father, the Dark Lord, himself. He took the blade, full of hatred, and stabbed a small hole in his forearm. He watched the blood strayed tiny lines across his skin, curving around his wrist down to his hand, and then braiding across his fingers and palm, then unto the floor. Then the boy whispered almost inaudibly:
"Blood for blood devil," he sighed "blood for blood."
#############################################
Harry was sitting alone in the common room just as this was taking place, working on Divinatory homework.
Let's see, he thought to himself, maybe I cold say I loose my head this week? No, Ron did that. Or what about drowning in the bathtub!? I haven't done that! Harry scribbled this unto a chart of tarot, which is what they were currently studying.
" The cards state," saying aloud as he wrote it down, " that there is a high chance of death for me by way of water." He heard foot steps, and looked up, Draco was standing at the bottom of the stairs.
"So, do you want to join mein a conversation, oh golden child?" He stated smiling, " Or would you rather 'prophesies' your own death?" Harry smiled back,
"Even better, how about a walk?" smiling again at Draco's puzzled look, "Follow me,"
Harry went up to his trunk and pulled out his invisibility cloak.
"Oh, my god," Draco whispered "you own one of these?" Harry smiled and nodded furiously.
"Well shall we?" He said gesturing to the door,
"Ooh, this is gonna be fun."
After a thorough inquisition by the painting, the two were off slowly creeping down the hall under the cloak.
"Where to? The grounds?"Harry asked.
"Fine with me, I'm just enjoying the company," Draco whispered. Harry blushed , and said;
"Well we better hurry,"
Minutes later the couple were on the grounds staring up at the stars in the now black sky.
" Beautiful,"Draco muttered and sighed. Harry turned Draco's head and kissed him.
"So are you."
AN: Yeah, that's a bad ending, I know. I have more homework.... :glares angrily at teachers: Please review, I love you all, and I apologize agin for the wait! Love ya, ^.~