A/N:
*Sigh* Ladies and Gentlemen I have come to a very SAD conclusion: I'm a sick bitch. But what makes it so sad is: I don't give a damn. ;op
Good computers are SO hard to FIND these days, aren't they? Hence the whole pause in me updating this story.so sorry for the wait.But I'm back with avenges and have posted more for you to read.
And I apologize for the evil cliffhanger. ::hee hee.:: and also for the confusion of Hermione.I shall explain that in this chapter for those of you out there like "Huh? I thought she was dead!"
As always, the warning: This chapter has violence.funny but violence.and death.
Chapter Ten: I Don't Remember You
"Hermione!"
Everything had kind of calmed down around the office of Albus Dumbledore.so much so that they finally took into account that the girl Draco was fighting with was indeed a miss Hermione Granger, who at this point, sat beside herself with confusion and amusement, studying the faces around her.
"It's nice to know that I'm missed.sort of!" she laughed.
Dumbledore shook his head. "Forgive us, my dear, but we were so preoccupied with current events, we failed to realize that you were.here."
"Alive," a stunned Sirius added.
She nodded. "You see, I had a horrible dream that Voldemort had killed me in a rather.gory fashion.and Harry was they're trying to save me. But I woke up suddenly and when I tried to go find him, I had been told he was missing."
"Then I came a across a very surprised Ron who explained to me I was suppose to be dead. So I realized it must have been some sort of illusion, or a doppelganger at least, to trick Harry into actually believe it. I slipped into the room unnoticed until Draco, the only one who seemed to realized I was actually there," she added with a slight hint of hurt. "and I got into that argument."
"Oh, I get it.I think."Sirius nodded blanking, giving McGongall a confused side-glance.
"All's well that ends well," she sighed.
"Yes," Dumbledore stated with a light smile. But he got up from his desk and walked around it to stand in front of a rather large picture of Duppit, the previous headmaster, who slept soundly in his frame.
"But there is still the matter at hand of one Harry Potter." He sighed. "Tom is capable of many extraordinary things you see.a shame he sees to use them in such a horrible manner.however, I'm not sure if Harry is ready for them. I can only pray, that his mind won't fall prey to any of them."
A heavy silence fell over the room and Dumbledore slowly walked out of it and exited.
Pissed. That's what he was. Very, sincerely, pissed. First, an overgrown serpent kidnaps his beloved. Then he's betrayed by Draco Malfoy.big surprise, let me tell you.and finally, there is some moronic git that keeps slapping him harder and harder in the face!
Ron's eyes flutter open in time to see a heavy palm about to collide once again with his cheek and yelping rolls out of the way.
"About time you woke up!" the voice barks. "I was getting annoyed."
"Yeah, this I can tell," Ron grumbled, rubbing his face as he slowly sat up. Then he looked over and gasped.
"What are you doing here? I thought you were with everyone else!"
Serverus Snape rolled his eyes as he got off one knee and dusted off the front of his midnight robe.
"I followed the two of you here-thought you might need the help." He looked down at Ron with a slight hint of disgust. "And seeing you looking so.pathetic, as usually, I'd say I was right?"
"Go fuck you self bat," Ron grumbled as he stood onto his feet. "Where did Draco get to? When I see him again."
".You'll probably end up back on the ground, really Weasley," Snape rolled his eyes. "But has made his way to Voldemort's chambers, looking for Harry. He may hit a bit of trouble, so maybe we should hurry."
Nodding, Ron stood and quickly followed the greasy haired professor out of the room and continued down the long corridor. It was darker then before, and the walls seemed to move.or slither. A lonely window reviled a crest full moon outside.odd, for it was red in color.with a thick black sky.
'Perfect', he thought.
They moved along the wall slowly, carefully observing their surroundings in silence.
Then Snape spoke. "Tell me something, you and Harry are.together, am I correct?"
Ron looked at him a bit surprised. "Yes."
"Do you love him, Weasley." It was a statement, almost a demand, more than a question.
"Why?"
"Love is one of the most powerful things, Ronald Weasley," Snape replied in a gentle voice that surprised Ron. "It can make-and break a person if the love is deep. It can empower a person that does not have the strength, to carry on.say in a battle.or it can crush a person and make them blind with fury, revenge.say if betrayed. "To show love is to be genuine of trust and affection and if you destroy that, it could destroy the person you love. Love is the strongest of all powers and at times, is all a person needs to decide what is right and what is indeed, wrong. Don't give love unless you mean it."
Ron stared at him, dumbfound.
Snape looked back at him and gave a sly smile.
"I learned that, incredibly, from James Potter. He was wise. Arrogant, careless, but a wise man."
Ron only gawked at him and he snickered.
"Nevermind."
They continued on in silence. Ron glanced around and became nervous. If he didn't know better, he would have sworn he saw something.or someone.glide past them, like a shadow but solid.
Harry stood before Draco, a smug smirk riding his lips. Draco only stared back in confusion but frowned eventually.
"No more games Harry," he said in a quiet tone. "We have to get out of here before Voldemort returns."
"Scared to fight him, are we?" Harry asked in a taunting, cold voice. "Such a traitorous insect you are Draco, not even worth crushing as the vilest of bugs. You waltz into my lord's castle, head held high with pride when your nothing but a low parasite, nothing but a mere dog."
"Now you just wait a fucking minute!" Draco cried in anger.
But Harry laughed a cold laugh that did not suit him.
"A worthless, pathetic dog, not worthy of the name Malfoy, not worthy of the house Slytherin. You have disobeyed your master, Draco, and all bad dogs must be punished."
Draco gave in to a look of fear and backed away slowly. "Your not Harry," he stated firmly, almost as if to make himself believe that. "You would never serve Voldemort."
"Things change as do people, you know that," Harry replied coldly as he pulled out a wand from the thin sheet. He twirled it nonchalantly between his fingers, his cold emerald eyes on those of the fearful gray ones.
"Now sit boy!" He muttered an incantation and Draco, grunting, was forced to sit as a dog would, and pant, his tough hanging from his mouth.
"Very good," Harry cooed with a slight smirk of satisfaction, the evil that lay within his eyes shining more then ever.
"Now roll over boy, Crucio!"
As soon as the spell hit him, Draco began to wither with pain, and rolled, thrashing violently, on the ground, his gray eyes rolling into his skull, his screams echoing violently on the wall.
"Oh good boy, you whimpered as well," Harry laughed mirthlessly, his smirk becoming a smile of sick enjoyment. "I shall have to give you a cookie."
He let the curse linger and until Draco, unable to stand the pain, began to scratch at his own face, screaming, begging for it to stop, scratching furiously at his eyes.
'I can't stand it' his mind screamed. 'Can't bare it!' "I can't!" he screamed in agony has his fingernails dug into the flesh of his skin, into the flesh of his eyelids.scratching away the eyelashes.the veins in the thin layer of skin.until only his eyes were present. Then he began to concentrate on his.scratching at it in agony, trying to concentrate the pain into that one delicate eye.
Harry watched in amusement as the eye came out of its socket and rolled slowly over to were he stood. He removed his leg from the thin sheet and smashed the organ beneath his bare foot, licking his lips angrily.
"Such suffering, such pain," he whispered. "Worthy of only a traitor such as yourself, you know that don't you Draco?"
"Yes!" he screamed in a high pitched scream. "Good," Harry cooed and finally, he released him from the curse. Draco still moved violently, trying to regain his composer, realizing that he no longer had his left eye. Blood oozed from the socket onto the floor, tripping on to the midnight sheet that flourished the floor delicately. He placed a hand over his eye and with the remaining one, looked up at Harry.
He stood there now, returning to twirling the wand nonchalantly, an evil smirk, a pleased smirk, on his lips, his emerald eyes with its evil radiance glowing down at the blood.
Why had he not noticed before? Those eyes, those green pools once fool of love, of innocence, was no more.but now full of hate and bitterness.a lust of revenge with their emptiness, their red tint. Harry Potter wasn't there anymore.only a ghost of his former self, a self of what used to be innocent. Draco didn't know what he was now.
"Now my dear beloved pet," Harry cooed again as the wand abruptly stopped twirling and he pointed it directly at he blonde's chest. "A new trick."
Draco fell into a silent scream as the flash of green erupted from his wand and burst into the air, hitting him squarely. His breath stilled, his face frozen, he was still on the ground.
"Play dead."
"Harry!"
Ron and Snape ran into the room and they gasped, their eyes falling onto the body of Draco Malfoy. "Oh Harry," Ron gasped in horror, his brown eyes trailing up to his friend. But Harry smiled a cruel smile at them.
"Good Boy.you brought guest."
A/N:
A/N:
Well, I love the whole eye scratching part, don't you? No slash in this chapter but the gore makes up for it. I hope I explained the Hermione pretty well.pretty gay but I'll admit, I didn't realize the mistake until afterwards so I just worked around it. As always read and review! And Thanks to all those who reviewed my story! You make it worth writing. ;oD
-Kamirine
*Sigh* Ladies and Gentlemen I have come to a very SAD conclusion: I'm a sick bitch. But what makes it so sad is: I don't give a damn. ;op
Good computers are SO hard to FIND these days, aren't they? Hence the whole pause in me updating this story.so sorry for the wait.But I'm back with avenges and have posted more for you to read.
And I apologize for the evil cliffhanger. ::hee hee.:: and also for the confusion of Hermione.I shall explain that in this chapter for those of you out there like "Huh? I thought she was dead!"
As always, the warning: This chapter has violence.funny but violence.and death.
Chapter Ten: I Don't Remember You
"Hermione!"
Everything had kind of calmed down around the office of Albus Dumbledore.so much so that they finally took into account that the girl Draco was fighting with was indeed a miss Hermione Granger, who at this point, sat beside herself with confusion and amusement, studying the faces around her.
"It's nice to know that I'm missed.sort of!" she laughed.
Dumbledore shook his head. "Forgive us, my dear, but we were so preoccupied with current events, we failed to realize that you were.here."
"Alive," a stunned Sirius added.
She nodded. "You see, I had a horrible dream that Voldemort had killed me in a rather.gory fashion.and Harry was they're trying to save me. But I woke up suddenly and when I tried to go find him, I had been told he was missing."
"Then I came a across a very surprised Ron who explained to me I was suppose to be dead. So I realized it must have been some sort of illusion, or a doppelganger at least, to trick Harry into actually believe it. I slipped into the room unnoticed until Draco, the only one who seemed to realized I was actually there," she added with a slight hint of hurt. "and I got into that argument."
"Oh, I get it.I think."Sirius nodded blanking, giving McGongall a confused side-glance.
"All's well that ends well," she sighed.
"Yes," Dumbledore stated with a light smile. But he got up from his desk and walked around it to stand in front of a rather large picture of Duppit, the previous headmaster, who slept soundly in his frame.
"But there is still the matter at hand of one Harry Potter." He sighed. "Tom is capable of many extraordinary things you see.a shame he sees to use them in such a horrible manner.however, I'm not sure if Harry is ready for them. I can only pray, that his mind won't fall prey to any of them."
A heavy silence fell over the room and Dumbledore slowly walked out of it and exited.
Pissed. That's what he was. Very, sincerely, pissed. First, an overgrown serpent kidnaps his beloved. Then he's betrayed by Draco Malfoy.big surprise, let me tell you.and finally, there is some moronic git that keeps slapping him harder and harder in the face!
Ron's eyes flutter open in time to see a heavy palm about to collide once again with his cheek and yelping rolls out of the way.
"About time you woke up!" the voice barks. "I was getting annoyed."
"Yeah, this I can tell," Ron grumbled, rubbing his face as he slowly sat up. Then he looked over and gasped.
"What are you doing here? I thought you were with everyone else!"
Serverus Snape rolled his eyes as he got off one knee and dusted off the front of his midnight robe.
"I followed the two of you here-thought you might need the help." He looked down at Ron with a slight hint of disgust. "And seeing you looking so.pathetic, as usually, I'd say I was right?"
"Go fuck you self bat," Ron grumbled as he stood onto his feet. "Where did Draco get to? When I see him again."
".You'll probably end up back on the ground, really Weasley," Snape rolled his eyes. "But has made his way to Voldemort's chambers, looking for Harry. He may hit a bit of trouble, so maybe we should hurry."
Nodding, Ron stood and quickly followed the greasy haired professor out of the room and continued down the long corridor. It was darker then before, and the walls seemed to move.or slither. A lonely window reviled a crest full moon outside.odd, for it was red in color.with a thick black sky.
'Perfect', he thought.
They moved along the wall slowly, carefully observing their surroundings in silence.
Then Snape spoke. "Tell me something, you and Harry are.together, am I correct?"
Ron looked at him a bit surprised. "Yes."
"Do you love him, Weasley." It was a statement, almost a demand, more than a question.
"Why?"
"Love is one of the most powerful things, Ronald Weasley," Snape replied in a gentle voice that surprised Ron. "It can make-and break a person if the love is deep. It can empower a person that does not have the strength, to carry on.say in a battle.or it can crush a person and make them blind with fury, revenge.say if betrayed. "To show love is to be genuine of trust and affection and if you destroy that, it could destroy the person you love. Love is the strongest of all powers and at times, is all a person needs to decide what is right and what is indeed, wrong. Don't give love unless you mean it."
Ron stared at him, dumbfound.
Snape looked back at him and gave a sly smile.
"I learned that, incredibly, from James Potter. He was wise. Arrogant, careless, but a wise man."
Ron only gawked at him and he snickered.
"Nevermind."
They continued on in silence. Ron glanced around and became nervous. If he didn't know better, he would have sworn he saw something.or someone.glide past them, like a shadow but solid.
Harry stood before Draco, a smug smirk riding his lips. Draco only stared back in confusion but frowned eventually.
"No more games Harry," he said in a quiet tone. "We have to get out of here before Voldemort returns."
"Scared to fight him, are we?" Harry asked in a taunting, cold voice. "Such a traitorous insect you are Draco, not even worth crushing as the vilest of bugs. You waltz into my lord's castle, head held high with pride when your nothing but a low parasite, nothing but a mere dog."
"Now you just wait a fucking minute!" Draco cried in anger.
But Harry laughed a cold laugh that did not suit him.
"A worthless, pathetic dog, not worthy of the name Malfoy, not worthy of the house Slytherin. You have disobeyed your master, Draco, and all bad dogs must be punished."
Draco gave in to a look of fear and backed away slowly. "Your not Harry," he stated firmly, almost as if to make himself believe that. "You would never serve Voldemort."
"Things change as do people, you know that," Harry replied coldly as he pulled out a wand from the thin sheet. He twirled it nonchalantly between his fingers, his cold emerald eyes on those of the fearful gray ones.
"Now sit boy!" He muttered an incantation and Draco, grunting, was forced to sit as a dog would, and pant, his tough hanging from his mouth.
"Very good," Harry cooed with a slight smirk of satisfaction, the evil that lay within his eyes shining more then ever.
"Now roll over boy, Crucio!"
As soon as the spell hit him, Draco began to wither with pain, and rolled, thrashing violently, on the ground, his gray eyes rolling into his skull, his screams echoing violently on the wall.
"Oh good boy, you whimpered as well," Harry laughed mirthlessly, his smirk becoming a smile of sick enjoyment. "I shall have to give you a cookie."
He let the curse linger and until Draco, unable to stand the pain, began to scratch at his own face, screaming, begging for it to stop, scratching furiously at his eyes.
'I can't stand it' his mind screamed. 'Can't bare it!' "I can't!" he screamed in agony has his fingernails dug into the flesh of his skin, into the flesh of his eyelids.scratching away the eyelashes.the veins in the thin layer of skin.until only his eyes were present. Then he began to concentrate on his.scratching at it in agony, trying to concentrate the pain into that one delicate eye.
Harry watched in amusement as the eye came out of its socket and rolled slowly over to were he stood. He removed his leg from the thin sheet and smashed the organ beneath his bare foot, licking his lips angrily.
"Such suffering, such pain," he whispered. "Worthy of only a traitor such as yourself, you know that don't you Draco?"
"Yes!" he screamed in a high pitched scream. "Good," Harry cooed and finally, he released him from the curse. Draco still moved violently, trying to regain his composer, realizing that he no longer had his left eye. Blood oozed from the socket onto the floor, tripping on to the midnight sheet that flourished the floor delicately. He placed a hand over his eye and with the remaining one, looked up at Harry.
He stood there now, returning to twirling the wand nonchalantly, an evil smirk, a pleased smirk, on his lips, his emerald eyes with its evil radiance glowing down at the blood.
Why had he not noticed before? Those eyes, those green pools once fool of love, of innocence, was no more.but now full of hate and bitterness.a lust of revenge with their emptiness, their red tint. Harry Potter wasn't there anymore.only a ghost of his former self, a self of what used to be innocent. Draco didn't know what he was now.
"Now my dear beloved pet," Harry cooed again as the wand abruptly stopped twirling and he pointed it directly at he blonde's chest. "A new trick."
Draco fell into a silent scream as the flash of green erupted from his wand and burst into the air, hitting him squarely. His breath stilled, his face frozen, he was still on the ground.
"Play dead."
"Harry!"
Ron and Snape ran into the room and they gasped, their eyes falling onto the body of Draco Malfoy. "Oh Harry," Ron gasped in horror, his brown eyes trailing up to his friend. But Harry smiled a cruel smile at them.
"Good Boy.you brought guest."
A/N:
A/N:
Well, I love the whole eye scratching part, don't you? No slash in this chapter but the gore makes up for it. I hope I explained the Hermione pretty well.pretty gay but I'll admit, I didn't realize the mistake until afterwards so I just worked around it. As always read and review! And Thanks to all those who reviewed my story! You make it worth writing. ;oD
-Kamirine