Disclaimer: *checks bank account* nope. . .still don't own Harry Potter.
If JK Rowling would want to give me Harry Potter, then I would own it. But
alas, I do not. Woe is me. Woe woe woe. Oh such a travesty. Anyhoo,
nope, don't sue me. I don't own this stuff.
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Thank you's
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SkittlesforScarlett: she reviewed chapter 13, but I had posted chapter 14 before I got her review so, now I get to say thanks to her, lol. Yeah, I know what you meant in your review. Chapter 13 wasn't as good as I would have liked.
MellonKidd: also reviewed 13. same thing goes for her. lol, thanks for the review.
DemonWitch666: also reviewed 13. brought up a very good question. I'm thinking about what you said. I thought about that before, I wasn't sure what to do with that. Hehe.
Zaccyzac: lmao. And faith did freak. Hehe.
Amanda: haha. . .this was her review. I like it. It makes me giggle: YOU KILLED RON!!!!!!!! HOW COULD YOU KILL RON??????? *sobs* YOU EVIL EVIL EVIL EVIL person!!!!!!! Ahem Anyway other than some minor details (KILLING RON) it was an excellent chapter. Love'd it lots, other than you know the whole KILLING RON thing. Ron's my favorite character :( - hehe. I got so many reviews like that. It made my day. Mwahahahahaha. Yes I am an evil person. But, he had to die. I'm sorry.
Selvagem: hehe. This chapter was a little further apart from the last one, isn't it? Lol. Thanks for the review.
Lady Malfoy: lol, no, I can't make ron come back to life. Im sorry. But it's the same in the wizarding world. The dead cannot come back to life.
BlueFrost: interesting review to say the least, lol. It made me laugh. Thanks for the thumbs up. hehe.
Smiley: Thanks for the review.
killing-dance: 1st review: hehe. Harry is finally doing something other than snogging, my oh my the pigs are flying. Hehe, jk. 2nd review: lol. Cheering squad.haha, funny stuff, lol. 3rd review: wow, thanks. Lol, I had no idea what I was doing when I wrote the kiss part. Lol. 4th review: lmao. Don't hack up lucius yet. 5th review: I know, I like blaise. I've always thought of blaise as a girl, and a very cool one at that, sort of like a female draco malfoy, only with black hair and piercing gold eyes, lol. 6th review: hahaha, yes yes, I know, ron is dead. I killed ron. Im sorry. Lol. Don't throw the rubber chicken at me!!! Here's your chapter.
Titania: hehe. Yeah everyone is in need of a little compassion right now, aren't they? Yeah. . .the whole ginny/hermione finding out about ron thing is going to be hard to write.
Sex & Diamonds: I totally agree. Thanks for your review.
Slytherinlover: I know I know, ron's dead, he's dead, oh man oh man. Wait. . .how did I know he was dead? Oh yeah! I wrote it! Lol, oops. Hehe, im just kidding. All my reviews, or almost all had something like that in them. It's cool. Haha, thanks for the review.
KeladeryM: I dunno, I just could. . .lol, thanks for the review.
Meeka: thanks!
Midnight-Primrose Riddle: midi has been wow'd to death. Lol. Wow wow wow wow. . .hehe. thanks midi.
Ellie-Bob: uhhh, you're welcome, I guess?
MellonKidd: yep. Ickle ronnikins is dead. Hehe. Thanks for the review.
Nikki: ack, long review, lol. I know what you mean about some draco/hermione fics. The writers can make draco like a blond harry. . .quite annoying. Hehe. I wish I were hermione in the bathroom with draco, lol. Well, thanks for the review. I liked it a lot. *big grin*
Setsujou: awww, thanks. You made me happy. Hehe.
Kelly: yes the show must go on, and on it goes!
horny_lady: lmao. . .excuse me while I pretend to care what you wrote. Haha. I could care less if you stopped reading because of that chapter. Good for you. Really, im amazed. And you are correct. Draco is only for hermione. See, that's why draco's so pissed and hermione's so depressed. *smiles at you* have a grand day!
Caroline: hehe. Its ok to get carried away. Lol. Thanks for the review.
Jamie Anderson: I killed him, I know I know. Im sorry. Hehe. I did like my present, thanks. Hehe. *pats draco on the head next to me*
Hurdlingbaybe06: ahh, harry and draco aren't exactly friends. . .but this is sort of bonding experience for them. Lol. Anyhoo, thanks for the review.
Nikki: lol, sorry about the wait. Been trying to figure out what to write.
Nahima Tala: hehe thanks for the review. Yup. I killed him.
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A/N: good lord you people spoil me. Not that im complaining or anything, lol. Hey, would you look at that. . .Jennifer has got 179 reviews. I know that she would just LOVE 200. . .hehe. (im Jennifer if you didn't know, lol) well, *grabs all of you together for a big group hug* thanks guys! I love you all! Muah! So sorry about the wait guys.
Ok. . .hey look, chapter 15. whoa gee dang.
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Chapter 15
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Lucius stood before them, a mirthless glint of insanity in his eye, a gleeful, maniacal grin plastered on his face. Harry and Draco stood in front of him, ten feet away, gripping their wands so tightly that their fingers were white with strain.
Lucius looked between the two teenagers and reared back his head and laughed, a cold cruel cackle that reverberated spookily throughout the dungeon. Draco and Harry stood their ground, tall and proud, with only one thing on their minds.
Kill Lucius.
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Draco looked at the man in front of him. The man who used to be a loving man, before he fully committed himself to the dark lord. The man Draco remembered as a child was nothing like this. He remembered the man he knew before the beating, and the murdering, and the raping. It was a long time ago. He scarcely remembered, but he could never forget.
Lucius hadn't always been like this. In fact, he had been quite the opposite, always smiling at Draco's every accomplishment, proud of his every achievement. That was the man Draco loved, and every single time he looked at what his father had become, his very being burned with desire for him to return to what he was before.
Lucius had started to change during Draco's second year at Hogwarts. All because of that blasted diary. When Draco found out what his father had done, slipping the diary into Ginny Weasley's schoolbooks. . .he wasn't quite sure what to think. Part of him was elated, thinking that if his father had done something like that, then it must be okay. He had still looked up to him at that point in his life, so he became merciless in teasing Hermione, telling her that she was next.
He swallowed sharply as he thought about how much it must have hurt Hermione to hear him say something like that. That was the year he first called her a mudblood. He knew how wrong he was for doing that now, but then, he had thought it was okay because his father had done it. It had become such a habit for him, caught in a rift between loathing and loving his father.
After he realized that his father was not the perfect man he had always thought, the beatings began. The first time Draco stood up to his father and told him he was wrong for being allied with Voldemort was the first time he ever felt the sharp and cold pain of his father's ring as his hand swept across his face. After that, everything Draco did resulted in his father's brutality.
The beatings got worse as he grew older. When he was twelve, he had gotten away with nothing but a painful slap across the face, at thirteen, a swift kick in the ribs, fourteen, being strangled until the point of unconsciousness, at fifteen, sharp knives across his lower back and thighs, and at sixteen, the cruciatus curse. Now, nearing the age of seventeen, he was facing death. He couldn't believe that the man in front of him was the same one who would hug him tightly after he took his first steps, or after he first rode a broomstick without falling.
He missed the man his father used to be, he wished and wished with all his might that his father would redeem himself, but alas, he was never rewarded. He had become bitter early on in the beatings, lashing out at people not because his father did it, but because of his own mental angst. He was in pain, ashamed of who he was, he was never good enough. He could never meet his father's expectations that had once been so easy to catch hold of. Every time he did something to hurt others was because he was hurting. If he was going to be miserable, so was everyone else.
He detached himself from others, thinking if he didn't get close to anyone, then there was no way he could get hurt. It had been the perfect plan, or so he thought. He hadn't realized how lonely he would be, and so began the process of using girls to feed his own desires. Pansy had always been up to it, so she was mainly the only person he went to to extinguish his needs.
It still wasn't enough. Pansy was an idiot-gorgeous, yes, but with an IQ only slightly higher than that of Crabbe or Goyle's. She provided no intellectual stimulation to him whatsoever. That's when he began talking to Blaise. They had always been friends, but they had never actually had a real conversation before. One day he sat down on a couch next to her in the Slytherin common room and they began talking about small things, nothing really important, but nevertheless, they had some contrasting views on some things.
He remembered how easily she came back with witty comebacks when she disagreed with something he had said. It amazed him. He had never talked to anyone like this before, and it totally blew him away. Then Blaise did something that no one had ever been able to do. She made him laugh. He had gotten so passionate about one of his arguments that he was red in the face when she began making faces at him, her eyes going wide, eyebrows up in the air, a mocking smirk on her face. It took him a second to realize she was mimicking him, and then he laughed. He laughed so hard tears threatened to fall from the corners of his eyes.
Ever since then Blaise had never failed in making him laugh when he needed it the most. She had become his best friend, his only friend. . . something he had never had before. They had dated briefly, but they soon realized that they were much better suited as friends, and nothing more. Their bond was incredibly strong, and he knew he could tell her anything, and she him. They had such an amazing bond, one that no one could quite understand. They knew each other inside and out. She was the reason he never went insane.
Then, by some strange twist of fate, Hermione was brought to him and as much as he had hated it in the beginning, a bond had been created between them as well. Hermione hadn't realized it, of course, but he had. It scared him to think of it, but after a long discussion with Blaise, he realized Hermione just might be what he needed in order to be truly happy again. He decided to go for it.
Now, looking at the man in front of him as he continued to laugh, he found himself struggling once again in that rift of loathing and hating the man. He felt his hand begin to tremble as his emotions conflicted. On one hand, he was his father, on the other, he was an evil bastard who should be put to death. Then again. . .he was his father.
Kill him, or not kill him, kill him or not, kill him or. . . "Aghhhhhhhhhh!" he let out a scream of frustration, and closing his eyes, he pointed his wand towards the maniacal Lucius and screamed out hoarsely the first curse that came to mind.
"Crucio!"
Draco gasped as he heard the words escape his mouth, and Harry looked at him in shock. Draco was practically hyperventilating by now, his emotions so widely conflicting as he watched his father writhe on the ground, eyes closed tight in pain, suffering as horrendously as possible. Harry stood in dumb shock as he watched Draco, and minutes later he came to his senses, shaking Draco, causing him to break the concentration. Tears were spilling from his eyes in large dollops, his face red, contorted in pain and fury. He looked to Harry and collapsed to the ground, the tears coming uncontrollably. His shoulders shook and he gave out another scream of frustration as he kicked the wall in fury.
Lucius lay on the ground, still, trying to catch his breath and waiting for the pain to subside. Harry bent down next to Draco and awkwardly placed a hand on the other boy's shoulder in a lousy attempt to soothe him. Draco shied away from Harry's touch and glanced up at him venomously. Harry brought his hand back sharply.
"Just. . .Do. Not. Touch. Me. Right. Now." He said to Harry slowly. His whole body shook with nerves. He had never been so worked up before. He walked over to a darkened corner of the room and stooped down. Harry watched him curiously as he pulled at the floor. Finally, a brick came up with his hands. He watched as Draco reached in slowly and pulled out a sharp gleaming dagger.
Draco replaced the brick and stood, facing Harry. His eyes went wide. "Potter, look out!" Harry turned at the same time Lucius ran towards him, and he felt two strong hands around his neck, squeezing tightly. Harry was beginning to turn purple.
Draco gripped the dagger in his hands and muttered a silent prayer as he raised his hand and released the sharp object. It soared through the air in a quick, straight line, resting solidly seconds later in the side of Lucius's neck.
Lucius instantly dropped Harry, who fell to the floor heavily, gasping for breath. Lucius turned unsteadily and looked to Draco, taking two small staggering steps towards his son, his hand stretched out, as if he were trying to hold on to something that wasn't there.
Crimson tidal waves collided heavily with the dingy floor, and as Lucius's knees gave out and he fell, Draco watched on in conflicted grief, half happy of what he had done, and half in horror of what he had done.
He lost his balance and stumbled a bit, almost as if someone had put the jelly-legs jinx on him. He slowly brought his hands to his head and tugged at his hair in agony. He watched as his father crawled slowly on the floor towards him. Soon, he was crouched at Draco's feet, and he reached up clinging tightly to his shirt. Draco felt the fabric tug around him as his father grabbed at the cloth. By now his emotions were running all together, and tears streamed down his dirty pale face. Lucius looked up at him slowly and Draco stood there, watching silently. His father raised a shaky finger to his face, and smirked venomously. The blood was gushing down the man's chest, running together with his clothing. He yanked Draco towards him so that Draco fell to his knees beside him.
Lucius let out a ragged breath as he clawed out at Draco, scratching his arms, leaving small lines of pink flesh and red blood in their wake. Then, Lucius's eyes rolled back suddenly in his head and he fell to the floor, the blood pooling around him.
Draco stood quickly and glared at Harry, who had been watching on in silent disposition. Harry looked away and walked towards Hermione's cell, where she could be heard faintly breathing.
"Malfoy. . .how do I get this thing to open?" he asked quietly.
Draco stood over his father, wiping the sweat off his brow, the salt intermingling with that of his tears and grime that had settled on his face. He hadn't seemed to have heard Harry's question.
"Malfoy? Draco?"
Draco turned towards Harry and quickly fell to his knees, vomiting horrendously on the dungeon floor.
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Ginny stood outside of the tapestries that hid the entrance to the slytherin common room. She slid her hand under the tapestries and tapped solidly on the stone wall behind it. A scuffling sound came from inside and the bricks turned into a door, which slowly opened.
Blaise Zabini stuck her head out from behind the door and looked perplexed when she saw who it was.
"Are you lost?" she asked the red head.
Ginny shook her head. "Blaise. . .can I talk to you?"
Blaise looked at her curiously and then turned back around and walked back into her common room. Ginny stood still, a little shocked that Blaise just left like that. She was about to turn around when the door swung open again and Blaise stepped out, a cloak wrapped around her figure.
"What is it?" she inquired.
Ginny motioned for Blaise to follow her, and they made their way to the Gryffindor tower. The fat lady was a bit surprised to see a slytherin accompanying the youngest Weasley, but nevertheless, she allowed them in.
Blaise stood still in the Gryffindor common room, her arms wrapped around her tightly, wondering what Ginny Weasley could possibly want with her.
"I need your help," Ginny muttered quietly.
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A/N: hey lookie there. Lucius is dead. Ron's still dead though. And Ginny doesn't know. . .and neither does Hermione. Oh how fun this next chapter will be, eh? Hehe. Well, you took the time to read the chapter, whats a few more seconds to review? Bye bye! Hope you enjoyed it.
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Thank you's
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SkittlesforScarlett: she reviewed chapter 13, but I had posted chapter 14 before I got her review so, now I get to say thanks to her, lol. Yeah, I know what you meant in your review. Chapter 13 wasn't as good as I would have liked.
MellonKidd: also reviewed 13. same thing goes for her. lol, thanks for the review.
DemonWitch666: also reviewed 13. brought up a very good question. I'm thinking about what you said. I thought about that before, I wasn't sure what to do with that. Hehe.
Zaccyzac: lmao. And faith did freak. Hehe.
Amanda: haha. . .this was her review. I like it. It makes me giggle: YOU KILLED RON!!!!!!!! HOW COULD YOU KILL RON??????? *sobs* YOU EVIL EVIL EVIL EVIL person!!!!!!! Ahem Anyway other than some minor details (KILLING RON) it was an excellent chapter. Love'd it lots, other than you know the whole KILLING RON thing. Ron's my favorite character :( - hehe. I got so many reviews like that. It made my day. Mwahahahahaha. Yes I am an evil person. But, he had to die. I'm sorry.
Selvagem: hehe. This chapter was a little further apart from the last one, isn't it? Lol. Thanks for the review.
Lady Malfoy: lol, no, I can't make ron come back to life. Im sorry. But it's the same in the wizarding world. The dead cannot come back to life.
BlueFrost: interesting review to say the least, lol. It made me laugh. Thanks for the thumbs up. hehe.
Smiley: Thanks for the review.
killing-dance: 1st review: hehe. Harry is finally doing something other than snogging, my oh my the pigs are flying. Hehe, jk. 2nd review: lol. Cheering squad.haha, funny stuff, lol. 3rd review: wow, thanks. Lol, I had no idea what I was doing when I wrote the kiss part. Lol. 4th review: lmao. Don't hack up lucius yet. 5th review: I know, I like blaise. I've always thought of blaise as a girl, and a very cool one at that, sort of like a female draco malfoy, only with black hair and piercing gold eyes, lol. 6th review: hahaha, yes yes, I know, ron is dead. I killed ron. Im sorry. Lol. Don't throw the rubber chicken at me!!! Here's your chapter.
Titania: hehe. Yeah everyone is in need of a little compassion right now, aren't they? Yeah. . .the whole ginny/hermione finding out about ron thing is going to be hard to write.
Sex & Diamonds: I totally agree. Thanks for your review.
Slytherinlover: I know I know, ron's dead, he's dead, oh man oh man. Wait. . .how did I know he was dead? Oh yeah! I wrote it! Lol, oops. Hehe, im just kidding. All my reviews, or almost all had something like that in them. It's cool. Haha, thanks for the review.
KeladeryM: I dunno, I just could. . .lol, thanks for the review.
Meeka: thanks!
Midnight-Primrose Riddle: midi has been wow'd to death. Lol. Wow wow wow wow. . .hehe. thanks midi.
Ellie-Bob: uhhh, you're welcome, I guess?
MellonKidd: yep. Ickle ronnikins is dead. Hehe. Thanks for the review.
Nikki: ack, long review, lol. I know what you mean about some draco/hermione fics. The writers can make draco like a blond harry. . .quite annoying. Hehe. I wish I were hermione in the bathroom with draco, lol. Well, thanks for the review. I liked it a lot. *big grin*
Setsujou: awww, thanks. You made me happy. Hehe.
Kelly: yes the show must go on, and on it goes!
horny_lady: lmao. . .excuse me while I pretend to care what you wrote. Haha. I could care less if you stopped reading because of that chapter. Good for you. Really, im amazed. And you are correct. Draco is only for hermione. See, that's why draco's so pissed and hermione's so depressed. *smiles at you* have a grand day!
Caroline: hehe. Its ok to get carried away. Lol. Thanks for the review.
Jamie Anderson: I killed him, I know I know. Im sorry. Hehe. I did like my present, thanks. Hehe. *pats draco on the head next to me*
Hurdlingbaybe06: ahh, harry and draco aren't exactly friends. . .but this is sort of bonding experience for them. Lol. Anyhoo, thanks for the review.
Nikki: lol, sorry about the wait. Been trying to figure out what to write.
Nahima Tala: hehe thanks for the review. Yup. I killed him.
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A/N: good lord you people spoil me. Not that im complaining or anything, lol. Hey, would you look at that. . .Jennifer has got 179 reviews. I know that she would just LOVE 200. . .hehe. (im Jennifer if you didn't know, lol) well, *grabs all of you together for a big group hug* thanks guys! I love you all! Muah! So sorry about the wait guys.
Ok. . .hey look, chapter 15. whoa gee dang.
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Chapter 15
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Lucius stood before them, a mirthless glint of insanity in his eye, a gleeful, maniacal grin plastered on his face. Harry and Draco stood in front of him, ten feet away, gripping their wands so tightly that their fingers were white with strain.
Lucius looked between the two teenagers and reared back his head and laughed, a cold cruel cackle that reverberated spookily throughout the dungeon. Draco and Harry stood their ground, tall and proud, with only one thing on their minds.
Kill Lucius.
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Draco looked at the man in front of him. The man who used to be a loving man, before he fully committed himself to the dark lord. The man Draco remembered as a child was nothing like this. He remembered the man he knew before the beating, and the murdering, and the raping. It was a long time ago. He scarcely remembered, but he could never forget.
Lucius hadn't always been like this. In fact, he had been quite the opposite, always smiling at Draco's every accomplishment, proud of his every achievement. That was the man Draco loved, and every single time he looked at what his father had become, his very being burned with desire for him to return to what he was before.
Lucius had started to change during Draco's second year at Hogwarts. All because of that blasted diary. When Draco found out what his father had done, slipping the diary into Ginny Weasley's schoolbooks. . .he wasn't quite sure what to think. Part of him was elated, thinking that if his father had done something like that, then it must be okay. He had still looked up to him at that point in his life, so he became merciless in teasing Hermione, telling her that she was next.
He swallowed sharply as he thought about how much it must have hurt Hermione to hear him say something like that. That was the year he first called her a mudblood. He knew how wrong he was for doing that now, but then, he had thought it was okay because his father had done it. It had become such a habit for him, caught in a rift between loathing and loving his father.
After he realized that his father was not the perfect man he had always thought, the beatings began. The first time Draco stood up to his father and told him he was wrong for being allied with Voldemort was the first time he ever felt the sharp and cold pain of his father's ring as his hand swept across his face. After that, everything Draco did resulted in his father's brutality.
The beatings got worse as he grew older. When he was twelve, he had gotten away with nothing but a painful slap across the face, at thirteen, a swift kick in the ribs, fourteen, being strangled until the point of unconsciousness, at fifteen, sharp knives across his lower back and thighs, and at sixteen, the cruciatus curse. Now, nearing the age of seventeen, he was facing death. He couldn't believe that the man in front of him was the same one who would hug him tightly after he took his first steps, or after he first rode a broomstick without falling.
He missed the man his father used to be, he wished and wished with all his might that his father would redeem himself, but alas, he was never rewarded. He had become bitter early on in the beatings, lashing out at people not because his father did it, but because of his own mental angst. He was in pain, ashamed of who he was, he was never good enough. He could never meet his father's expectations that had once been so easy to catch hold of. Every time he did something to hurt others was because he was hurting. If he was going to be miserable, so was everyone else.
He detached himself from others, thinking if he didn't get close to anyone, then there was no way he could get hurt. It had been the perfect plan, or so he thought. He hadn't realized how lonely he would be, and so began the process of using girls to feed his own desires. Pansy had always been up to it, so she was mainly the only person he went to to extinguish his needs.
It still wasn't enough. Pansy was an idiot-gorgeous, yes, but with an IQ only slightly higher than that of Crabbe or Goyle's. She provided no intellectual stimulation to him whatsoever. That's when he began talking to Blaise. They had always been friends, but they had never actually had a real conversation before. One day he sat down on a couch next to her in the Slytherin common room and they began talking about small things, nothing really important, but nevertheless, they had some contrasting views on some things.
He remembered how easily she came back with witty comebacks when she disagreed with something he had said. It amazed him. He had never talked to anyone like this before, and it totally blew him away. Then Blaise did something that no one had ever been able to do. She made him laugh. He had gotten so passionate about one of his arguments that he was red in the face when she began making faces at him, her eyes going wide, eyebrows up in the air, a mocking smirk on her face. It took him a second to realize she was mimicking him, and then he laughed. He laughed so hard tears threatened to fall from the corners of his eyes.
Ever since then Blaise had never failed in making him laugh when he needed it the most. She had become his best friend, his only friend. . . something he had never had before. They had dated briefly, but they soon realized that they were much better suited as friends, and nothing more. Their bond was incredibly strong, and he knew he could tell her anything, and she him. They had such an amazing bond, one that no one could quite understand. They knew each other inside and out. She was the reason he never went insane.
Then, by some strange twist of fate, Hermione was brought to him and as much as he had hated it in the beginning, a bond had been created between them as well. Hermione hadn't realized it, of course, but he had. It scared him to think of it, but after a long discussion with Blaise, he realized Hermione just might be what he needed in order to be truly happy again. He decided to go for it.
Now, looking at the man in front of him as he continued to laugh, he found himself struggling once again in that rift of loathing and hating the man. He felt his hand begin to tremble as his emotions conflicted. On one hand, he was his father, on the other, he was an evil bastard who should be put to death. Then again. . .he was his father.
Kill him, or not kill him, kill him or not, kill him or. . . "Aghhhhhhhhhh!" he let out a scream of frustration, and closing his eyes, he pointed his wand towards the maniacal Lucius and screamed out hoarsely the first curse that came to mind.
"Crucio!"
Draco gasped as he heard the words escape his mouth, and Harry looked at him in shock. Draco was practically hyperventilating by now, his emotions so widely conflicting as he watched his father writhe on the ground, eyes closed tight in pain, suffering as horrendously as possible. Harry stood in dumb shock as he watched Draco, and minutes later he came to his senses, shaking Draco, causing him to break the concentration. Tears were spilling from his eyes in large dollops, his face red, contorted in pain and fury. He looked to Harry and collapsed to the ground, the tears coming uncontrollably. His shoulders shook and he gave out another scream of frustration as he kicked the wall in fury.
Lucius lay on the ground, still, trying to catch his breath and waiting for the pain to subside. Harry bent down next to Draco and awkwardly placed a hand on the other boy's shoulder in a lousy attempt to soothe him. Draco shied away from Harry's touch and glanced up at him venomously. Harry brought his hand back sharply.
"Just. . .Do. Not. Touch. Me. Right. Now." He said to Harry slowly. His whole body shook with nerves. He had never been so worked up before. He walked over to a darkened corner of the room and stooped down. Harry watched him curiously as he pulled at the floor. Finally, a brick came up with his hands. He watched as Draco reached in slowly and pulled out a sharp gleaming dagger.
Draco replaced the brick and stood, facing Harry. His eyes went wide. "Potter, look out!" Harry turned at the same time Lucius ran towards him, and he felt two strong hands around his neck, squeezing tightly. Harry was beginning to turn purple.
Draco gripped the dagger in his hands and muttered a silent prayer as he raised his hand and released the sharp object. It soared through the air in a quick, straight line, resting solidly seconds later in the side of Lucius's neck.
Lucius instantly dropped Harry, who fell to the floor heavily, gasping for breath. Lucius turned unsteadily and looked to Draco, taking two small staggering steps towards his son, his hand stretched out, as if he were trying to hold on to something that wasn't there.
Crimson tidal waves collided heavily with the dingy floor, and as Lucius's knees gave out and he fell, Draco watched on in conflicted grief, half happy of what he had done, and half in horror of what he had done.
He lost his balance and stumbled a bit, almost as if someone had put the jelly-legs jinx on him. He slowly brought his hands to his head and tugged at his hair in agony. He watched as his father crawled slowly on the floor towards him. Soon, he was crouched at Draco's feet, and he reached up clinging tightly to his shirt. Draco felt the fabric tug around him as his father grabbed at the cloth. By now his emotions were running all together, and tears streamed down his dirty pale face. Lucius looked up at him slowly and Draco stood there, watching silently. His father raised a shaky finger to his face, and smirked venomously. The blood was gushing down the man's chest, running together with his clothing. He yanked Draco towards him so that Draco fell to his knees beside him.
Lucius let out a ragged breath as he clawed out at Draco, scratching his arms, leaving small lines of pink flesh and red blood in their wake. Then, Lucius's eyes rolled back suddenly in his head and he fell to the floor, the blood pooling around him.
Draco stood quickly and glared at Harry, who had been watching on in silent disposition. Harry looked away and walked towards Hermione's cell, where she could be heard faintly breathing.
"Malfoy. . .how do I get this thing to open?" he asked quietly.
Draco stood over his father, wiping the sweat off his brow, the salt intermingling with that of his tears and grime that had settled on his face. He hadn't seemed to have heard Harry's question.
"Malfoy? Draco?"
Draco turned towards Harry and quickly fell to his knees, vomiting horrendously on the dungeon floor.
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Ginny stood outside of the tapestries that hid the entrance to the slytherin common room. She slid her hand under the tapestries and tapped solidly on the stone wall behind it. A scuffling sound came from inside and the bricks turned into a door, which slowly opened.
Blaise Zabini stuck her head out from behind the door and looked perplexed when she saw who it was.
"Are you lost?" she asked the red head.
Ginny shook her head. "Blaise. . .can I talk to you?"
Blaise looked at her curiously and then turned back around and walked back into her common room. Ginny stood still, a little shocked that Blaise just left like that. She was about to turn around when the door swung open again and Blaise stepped out, a cloak wrapped around her figure.
"What is it?" she inquired.
Ginny motioned for Blaise to follow her, and they made their way to the Gryffindor tower. The fat lady was a bit surprised to see a slytherin accompanying the youngest Weasley, but nevertheless, she allowed them in.
Blaise stood still in the Gryffindor common room, her arms wrapped around her tightly, wondering what Ginny Weasley could possibly want with her.
"I need your help," Ginny muttered quietly.
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A/N: hey lookie there. Lucius is dead. Ron's still dead though. And Ginny doesn't know. . .and neither does Hermione. Oh how fun this next chapter will be, eh? Hehe. Well, you took the time to read the chapter, whats a few more seconds to review? Bye bye! Hope you enjoyed it.