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Thank you's: To my reveiwers and my wondrful Beta Evangeline Henri. Thanks for your comments, and help! ::Huggles:: You rule! ^^. On to the show, ENJOY!
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"Avada.... " The words drown out in a scream as Cedric falls, spread-eagle, to the ground.
Voldemort laughs evilly, and turns to Harry. With a lazy flick of his wand, "Crucio."
Harry screams; the pain is immense. "This isn't how it goes," He thinks with anger, before his screams and the pain drown out all thoughts.
"Harry?" A shake.
"Wake up! Harry??" Harry recognized that voice.
"HARRY JAMES POTTER! WAKE UP NOW!" There was no mistaking it. None other than...
Harry opened his eyes. Hermione was above him, shaking him awake. "What? What was it?" She asked, worry showing in her eyes.
"Harry, you were screaming loud enough to wake the whole bloody school! What the hell was it?" Ron said, obviously worried as well.
Harry told them every excruciating detail. Big Mistake. Hermione immediately suggested "Dumbledore." Harry shook his head, regretting it for the pain in his scar that. "It was nothing" He said, more to himself than his friends. "Go on to sleep, I'll be fine"
But Harry was not asleep immediately as his friends. "Why was this dream so different? It's going to bug the hell out of me till morning; I'll never get any sodding rest. I'd sleep easier dreaming of Malfoy."
This last sentence was thought with enough venom to make a snake keel over. Draco Malfoy, soon to be joining the ranks of the Death Eaters, was an especially hated classmate of his. His father, Lucius, the bastard, would be well aware of Harry's every move if Draco swore allegiance to the Dark Lord.
With the way everything was going, Harry might soon meet Cedric again. He still morned the loss of the potential friend. And still felt guilty for the Diggory's loss. A tear rolled down his cheek for the loss of an innocent. Another death on Harry's head.
He stood, and left the room. A walk might clear his mind. Yes, a midnight stroll.
~*~
Draco strolled calmly and elegantly down the corridor, a depressed look on his face and Potter, the GOLDEN boy, on his mind. His father had sent him notice, a very cryptic one, that he should watch Potter, and report his every move. Lucius clearly wanted Harry dead, almost as much as the Dark Lord did.
But, even though Draco should have been happy for this opportunity to destroy Potter, he found he didn't want it. He didn't want to join the Death Eaters. He didn't want to be Voldemort's lap dog. He wanted to be a kid. A wizard, with friends. Not Crabbe and Goyle. He didn't want to not be Slytherin, but he didn't want to be evil. Well not THAT evil.
Unfortunately, Draco wasn't watching where he was going. He bumped into someone, moving very quickly. "Potter!" He growled. Harry looked a mess, like he'd been crying. Draco smirked.What's the matter Potter? Bad dream?"
Harry shot him a withering glare. "Sod off, Malfoy; I've already got enough on my mind without having to put up with you, too!" Harry stood quickly, and all but ran away.
What in the HELL was that about? Draco puzzled over Potter's demeanor on his way back to his common room.
He came to the dank wall of the dungeon entrance to the Slytherin common room "Emerald Pool," he said distracted
Draco entered the room and sat on the couch. He studied the buetiful green furnishings, and the shining sliver tables. He reached out, and gabbed a chocolate off the table."Why was he so upset?" he wondered, taking a bite of the chocolate. In the fire light, the shadows seemed to dance against the emrald atmosphere of the common room.
~*~
Harry ran his entire way back to the common room. The absolute LAST person he wanted to see just ran into him in a corridor! Could this night be ANY worse? He came to the Fat Lady, almost tripping in the dark corridor. "Fizzing Whizzbee" He breathed, and climbed through the portrait hole.
Oh, of course it could. He came into the room, and there sat Hermione and Ron, identical looks of anger and concern on their faces. He cringed. "Why? Why did I have to think that?" he said to himself.
~*~
An owl fluttered through the window of Malfoy Manner, landing on a desk. A pale, elegant, hand stroked the owl, it's silver feathers shining in the sun. Narcissa Malfoy opened the letter and read it.
Mother,
I will be staying at Hogwarts for Christmas break. Hope you enjoy holidays without me.
Your Son,
Draco
Narcissa tossed the letter into the fire, and wrote back a reply. In it, she stated that she'd miss her son and wished him well. She'd have to talk to Lucius about the boys instructions later. She sent the letter, and made her way to Lucius' chamber.
Thank you's: To my reveiwers and my wondrful Beta Evangeline Henri. Thanks for your comments, and help! ::Huggles:: You rule! ^^. On to the show, ENJOY!
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"Avada.... " The words drown out in a scream as Cedric falls, spread-eagle, to the ground.
Voldemort laughs evilly, and turns to Harry. With a lazy flick of his wand, "Crucio."
Harry screams; the pain is immense. "This isn't how it goes," He thinks with anger, before his screams and the pain drown out all thoughts.
"Harry?" A shake.
"Wake up! Harry??" Harry recognized that voice.
"HARRY JAMES POTTER! WAKE UP NOW!" There was no mistaking it. None other than...
Harry opened his eyes. Hermione was above him, shaking him awake. "What? What was it?" She asked, worry showing in her eyes.
"Harry, you were screaming loud enough to wake the whole bloody school! What the hell was it?" Ron said, obviously worried as well.
Harry told them every excruciating detail. Big Mistake. Hermione immediately suggested "Dumbledore." Harry shook his head, regretting it for the pain in his scar that. "It was nothing" He said, more to himself than his friends. "Go on to sleep, I'll be fine"
But Harry was not asleep immediately as his friends. "Why was this dream so different? It's going to bug the hell out of me till morning; I'll never get any sodding rest. I'd sleep easier dreaming of Malfoy."
This last sentence was thought with enough venom to make a snake keel over. Draco Malfoy, soon to be joining the ranks of the Death Eaters, was an especially hated classmate of his. His father, Lucius, the bastard, would be well aware of Harry's every move if Draco swore allegiance to the Dark Lord.
With the way everything was going, Harry might soon meet Cedric again. He still morned the loss of the potential friend. And still felt guilty for the Diggory's loss. A tear rolled down his cheek for the loss of an innocent. Another death on Harry's head.
He stood, and left the room. A walk might clear his mind. Yes, a midnight stroll.
~*~
Draco strolled calmly and elegantly down the corridor, a depressed look on his face and Potter, the GOLDEN boy, on his mind. His father had sent him notice, a very cryptic one, that he should watch Potter, and report his every move. Lucius clearly wanted Harry dead, almost as much as the Dark Lord did.
But, even though Draco should have been happy for this opportunity to destroy Potter, he found he didn't want it. He didn't want to join the Death Eaters. He didn't want to be Voldemort's lap dog. He wanted to be a kid. A wizard, with friends. Not Crabbe and Goyle. He didn't want to not be Slytherin, but he didn't want to be evil. Well not THAT evil.
Unfortunately, Draco wasn't watching where he was going. He bumped into someone, moving very quickly. "Potter!" He growled. Harry looked a mess, like he'd been crying. Draco smirked.What's the matter Potter? Bad dream?"
Harry shot him a withering glare. "Sod off, Malfoy; I've already got enough on my mind without having to put up with you, too!" Harry stood quickly, and all but ran away.
What in the HELL was that about? Draco puzzled over Potter's demeanor on his way back to his common room.
He came to the dank wall of the dungeon entrance to the Slytherin common room "Emerald Pool," he said distracted
Draco entered the room and sat on the couch. He studied the buetiful green furnishings, and the shining sliver tables. He reached out, and gabbed a chocolate off the table."Why was he so upset?" he wondered, taking a bite of the chocolate. In the fire light, the shadows seemed to dance against the emrald atmosphere of the common room.
~*~
Harry ran his entire way back to the common room. The absolute LAST person he wanted to see just ran into him in a corridor! Could this night be ANY worse? He came to the Fat Lady, almost tripping in the dark corridor. "Fizzing Whizzbee" He breathed, and climbed through the portrait hole.
Oh, of course it could. He came into the room, and there sat Hermione and Ron, identical looks of anger and concern on their faces. He cringed. "Why? Why did I have to think that?" he said to himself.
~*~
An owl fluttered through the window of Malfoy Manner, landing on a desk. A pale, elegant, hand stroked the owl, it's silver feathers shining in the sun. Narcissa Malfoy opened the letter and read it.
Mother,
I will be staying at Hogwarts for Christmas break. Hope you enjoy holidays without me.
Your Son,
Draco
Narcissa tossed the letter into the fire, and wrote back a reply. In it, she stated that she'd miss her son and wished him well. She'd have to talk to Lucius about the boys instructions later. She sent the letter, and made her way to Lucius' chamber.