Disclaimer: I don't own anyone from the Harry Potter series, only J.K.
Rowling does. I own all my own creations and my plot. Sort of. XD
Author's Note: I'd like more reviews.... But 'tis okay. .' Sorry about the length of this. I wanted this up, and thought any more elaboration would kill it. xX; Other chapters will be longer.
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Chapter One: Tainted
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"Did you hear?"
"Oh no!"
"Harry Potter?!"
"I knew it!"
"He WHAT?!"
The wizarding world was abuzz with gossip. Everyone had heard the latest news - the notorious Sirius Black was murdered by none other than the one person everyone least suspected - Harry Potter. Word on the street was that Harry had been secretly planning the downfall of Voldemort from the very start so he would be able to take his place.
Harry Potter - once the savior of magickfolk everywhere - was now tainted with the lust of murder. Everyone was certainly shocked and surprised that such innocence would be shattered..
Why he did it, no one knew. Was it want? Need? Revenge? Or had it been spontaneous? No one knew.
For the Boy-Who-Lived said nothing.
And it didn't seem like he had lived anymore.
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Draco Malfoy had been one of the first to know of Harry's crime.
At least, one of the first to read about it, that is.
It had been 4:44 in the house of Malfoy on that dreadful morning, and Draco had woken up early to the sound of his owl carrying a package into his room. Draco Malfoy had just arrived no more than a week ago to visit his ever-loving parents.
Actually, his father demanded his only son be there when the Prime Minister of Fohlbia arrived, a far-off country located somewhere near India, its location, of course, hidden from Muggle eyes.
Legend had it than Fohlbia was named after its disturbing landscape and must-see monstrosities, taking after the English word 'phobia,' but most Fohlbians claimed it was just the family name of the wizard who had first discovered the territory. Fohlbia was notorious for its dark magic and its Cavern of Fear, said to have punished disobeyed wizards and witches with their worst nightmares until they breathe themselves into insanity.
The Prime Minister has arrived last night, and Draco didn't find him appealing. But it was much too early for Draco to be thinking about his father's worries....
His owl dropped a long, narrow brown box into his arms, plain, with duck tape wrapped around. A piece of parchment was tied to the top. There was no return address, and the all the note had read was:
"Something you'd want to know from an Anonymous source."
The message had been written in an unfamiliar hand, its words blended and messy, slanting slightly to the left. Draco was puzzled. Who would send him an anonymous package?
Merlin, hopefully it wasn't another gift from Pansy Parvati declaring her ever-eternal love for him. The girl was such a pain..
But now, looking back on the accident, he would've rather had pink fluffy slippers delivered to him than what that package had held.
It was the newspaper, The Daily Prophet, something the Malfoys had been receiving for years and years. Why it wasn't merely delivered to them at their regular time, Draco did not know, perhaps his parents had enjoyed receiving the news ridiculously early in the morning, but all curiosity faded away when he saw the headlines, across the top of the paper in thick, sparkling black letters:
* HARRY POTTER: FROM THE BOY-WHO-LIVED TO MADMAN
Two days ago, at approximately 7:35 PM on the quiet streets of Mauve Road, Harry Potter was found standing over the pale, lifeless body of none other than Sirius Black, who had given the same fate to Peter Pettigrew years and years before. After the downfall of the Dark Lord, Harry Potter was supposedly the Golden Boy, our hero. The one who saved us all. Turns out however, Potter was just maliciously using the terrifying war amongst evil to his advantage while he sucked in supporters to his side. Harry Potter was recently tried in a court of law, something his 'friends' demanded we do. These accomplices were Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley, another pair of successful magicfolk in the world. Hopefully, these two were only looking out for their friend in search of hope, when there is none at all. My deepest apologies for those poor souls when their so-called best friend was found guilty, and now is imprisoned in Azkaban, where he belongs. Rumor has it, however, that his followers are still out there.... *
He clenched his teeth, his fingers slowly ripping the newspaper apart. His eyes fell to the bottom of the article to see who had written this damned fictitious story on Potter....
Rita Skeeter.
He was surprised she was still alive.
Draco threw the paper on the floor, disgusted with what he had read.
After all he and Harry Potter had been through, he could not bear this any longer.
He would do something about this insanity.
And he would bet his life on that.
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Meanwhile...
Harry Potter wasn't quite as determined as Draco....
Author's Note: I'd like more reviews.... But 'tis okay. .' Sorry about the length of this. I wanted this up, and thought any more elaboration would kill it. xX; Other chapters will be longer.
---
Chapter One: Tainted
---
"Did you hear?"
"Oh no!"
"Harry Potter?!"
"I knew it!"
"He WHAT?!"
The wizarding world was abuzz with gossip. Everyone had heard the latest news - the notorious Sirius Black was murdered by none other than the one person everyone least suspected - Harry Potter. Word on the street was that Harry had been secretly planning the downfall of Voldemort from the very start so he would be able to take his place.
Harry Potter - once the savior of magickfolk everywhere - was now tainted with the lust of murder. Everyone was certainly shocked and surprised that such innocence would be shattered..
Why he did it, no one knew. Was it want? Need? Revenge? Or had it been spontaneous? No one knew.
For the Boy-Who-Lived said nothing.
And it didn't seem like he had lived anymore.
---
Draco Malfoy had been one of the first to know of Harry's crime.
At least, one of the first to read about it, that is.
It had been 4:44 in the house of Malfoy on that dreadful morning, and Draco had woken up early to the sound of his owl carrying a package into his room. Draco Malfoy had just arrived no more than a week ago to visit his ever-loving parents.
Actually, his father demanded his only son be there when the Prime Minister of Fohlbia arrived, a far-off country located somewhere near India, its location, of course, hidden from Muggle eyes.
Legend had it than Fohlbia was named after its disturbing landscape and must-see monstrosities, taking after the English word 'phobia,' but most Fohlbians claimed it was just the family name of the wizard who had first discovered the territory. Fohlbia was notorious for its dark magic and its Cavern of Fear, said to have punished disobeyed wizards and witches with their worst nightmares until they breathe themselves into insanity.
The Prime Minister has arrived last night, and Draco didn't find him appealing. But it was much too early for Draco to be thinking about his father's worries....
His owl dropped a long, narrow brown box into his arms, plain, with duck tape wrapped around. A piece of parchment was tied to the top. There was no return address, and the all the note had read was:
"Something you'd want to know from an Anonymous source."
The message had been written in an unfamiliar hand, its words blended and messy, slanting slightly to the left. Draco was puzzled. Who would send him an anonymous package?
Merlin, hopefully it wasn't another gift from Pansy Parvati declaring her ever-eternal love for him. The girl was such a pain..
But now, looking back on the accident, he would've rather had pink fluffy slippers delivered to him than what that package had held.
It was the newspaper, The Daily Prophet, something the Malfoys had been receiving for years and years. Why it wasn't merely delivered to them at their regular time, Draco did not know, perhaps his parents had enjoyed receiving the news ridiculously early in the morning, but all curiosity faded away when he saw the headlines, across the top of the paper in thick, sparkling black letters:
* HARRY POTTER: FROM THE BOY-WHO-LIVED TO MADMAN
Two days ago, at approximately 7:35 PM on the quiet streets of Mauve Road, Harry Potter was found standing over the pale, lifeless body of none other than Sirius Black, who had given the same fate to Peter Pettigrew years and years before. After the downfall of the Dark Lord, Harry Potter was supposedly the Golden Boy, our hero. The one who saved us all. Turns out however, Potter was just maliciously using the terrifying war amongst evil to his advantage while he sucked in supporters to his side. Harry Potter was recently tried in a court of law, something his 'friends' demanded we do. These accomplices were Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley, another pair of successful magicfolk in the world. Hopefully, these two were only looking out for their friend in search of hope, when there is none at all. My deepest apologies for those poor souls when their so-called best friend was found guilty, and now is imprisoned in Azkaban, where he belongs. Rumor has it, however, that his followers are still out there.... *
He clenched his teeth, his fingers slowly ripping the newspaper apart. His eyes fell to the bottom of the article to see who had written this damned fictitious story on Potter....
Rita Skeeter.
He was surprised she was still alive.
Draco threw the paper on the floor, disgusted with what he had read.
After all he and Harry Potter had been through, he could not bear this any longer.
He would do something about this insanity.
And he would bet his life on that.
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Meanwhile...
Harry Potter wasn't quite as determined as Draco....