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It had been two days since the sorting and ten minutes to the start of the first Defence Against the Dark Arts lesson and Wesley was pacing back and forth frantically in the room whilst Spike sat lazily in the teacher's chair his feet resting on the desk.
"Will you stop that you're giving me a headache" Spike complained.
"Hey that's not my fault that's your hangover. I didn't tell you to go out drinking to the early hours did I." Retorted Wesley not breaking out of step.
"I'm just living up to my reputation." Replied Spike grinning.
"Yeah well that's not going to help me if I make a mess of this lesson," Wesley answered as his step quickened, "Oh don't rush to contradict or anything."
"Look I just want to be here to see if you fall flat on your face." Smirked Spike. "Either way it looks good on me. You do well and we look like a couple of bloody experts, which lets face it we are. Well I am I don't know about you. And if you fail completely well I look great in comparison to you. Which I do anyway. And I also get sympathy for having to put up with a .well with you." Spike replied stretching out on the chair.
"Oh thanks for the ringing endorsement," He said disgruntled.
"Look it's all about your attitude, act like you don't care what other people think about you and you can't go wrong," Spike's advice rang in Wesley's head.
"You're helping me?" Wesley replied surprised.
"Yeah, anything just stop that pacing," complained Spike as Wesley stopped looked at him and grinned.
"What?" asked Spike suspicious.
"Giles said something but I didn't believe him," answered Wesley quietly.
"What did that watcher say now?" Spike ordered.
"Just that you'd changed a little you're not as evil as you try to make out."
Wesley smiled as Spike began his tirade which made him madder "When will they get it through their thick skulls, I am not good, I will never be good I don't want to be good. I'm the Big Bad, I'm Spike, and I'm William the Bloody. I am not nice and I certainly am not like that nancy boy hair gelled can't go through one day without having to help someone to ease his oh so poor conscience soul filled sire Angel!"
Spike glared at Wesley, as there was a knock at the door. "Sir can we come in now?" asked Hermione.
"Oh Yeah" replied Wesley trying to ignore the death glare given by Spike, "um sit where you like, and your name is?"
"Hermione, sir" she replied grinning as Harry and Ron made their way through the empty seats. "Don't know why we had to come five minutes early," grumbled Ron.
"We're lucky it's only five, it could have been earlier if she had her way," replied Harry.
"You're saying she didn't?" asked Ron.
"What the hell is this. The bloody Twilight zone or something!" exclaimed Spike.
"What?" replied Wesley.
"That kid, what's your name?" asked Spike pointing at Harry
"Harry and I'm not a kid I'm seventeen in a few months," Harry replied indignantly.
"I guess there's a little resemblance." Wesley replied walking towards Harry.
"A little! What the hell's wrong with you?" Spike shouted, "great that's all we need another one of you in the world!"
"Hey!" cried out Harry and Wesley. They both looked nervously at each other and Harry sat down very quickly. Wesley turned to him, "You said your name was Harry, Harry what?" he asked.
"Potter" Harry replied trying to sound as little as Wesley as possible but only managing to achieve the opposite much to the others amusement who had increased as the class was beginning to fill.
"Harry Potter! Wow really?" Wesley exclaimed removing his glasses, "Spike it's Harry Potter!"
"Woo hoo!" said Spike sarcastically, "so who's Harry Potter then when he's at home?" A deathly silence filled the room. Harry felt a bit odd even though he had prayed of a day when he could say his name without the usual staring and awe, he hadn't expected it today and kind of missed it a little. "THE Harry Potter," explained Wesley.
"Saying it with THE doesn't help," Spike retorted, "I still don't know who the hell he is."
"How can you not know who Harry Potter is?" Asked Wesley.
"I don't know maybe its 'cos I spent the last God knows how many years in America, doing things you couldn't even dream about!" shouted Spike.
"Oh right, I forgot, well you know You Know Who," said Wesley his voice reverberating in an ominous way only evil names seem to accomplish.
"Who?" asked Spike.
"He means Voldemort" put in Harry. A gasp went round the room as Harry sighed shaking his head.
"Oh yeah big demon guy, no nose" said Spike.
"Yeah well he killed him, sort of," explained Wesley.
"Oh you're the kid, you're a bit scrawny ain't ya?" Spike said.
" You can say that again," drawled a voice from the doorway.
They turned to see Draco Malfoy's wiry frame in the doorway. He was a guy who knew how to make an entrance, sixteen years of having to wait for his mother to arrive fashionably late. Malfoy was one who knew a party couldn't really start until he was there and would show it. He was flanked by the bulky figures of Crabbe and Goyle, who looked they were going to have enough trouble passing under the door. At sixteen they had already managed to clear the six foot mark and what they lacked in brains they more than made up for in brawn.
"Oh hi, this was that Malfoy kid I was telling you about," Spike told Wesley. Malfoy nodded his head and smiled in acknowledgement as he went to take his seat, whilst Crabbe and Goyle took the seats behind him. Wesley simply stared in disbelief.
"I know Twilight Zone ain't it." Spike said conspirationally.
"He.He.He acts like you and everything," exclaimed Wesley.
"Yeah I think I covered that with the Twilight Zone remark," said Spike growing impatient.
"But..But."
"Will you get on with the bloody lesson already!!!" Spike yelled causing Neville to fall out of his chair and take his desk with him.
"Oh yeah, the lesson" said Wesley snapping out of it as Neville gathered up his things off the floor nervously.
"Oh well done Longbottom" muttered Malfoy "we were worried for a minute there when we thought you actually might have some co-ordination." Spike smirked; this kid was like him in more ways than he thought as he watched Harry Ron and Hermione glare at Malfoy.
"There should be a rule against death eaters coming to this class," grumbled Ron.
" We don't know he is one" Hermione replied.
"Yet, it'll only be a matter of time," muttered Harry.
"At least we can be thankful he's acting normally now, the way he was acting on the first day was starting to freak me out a little," remembered Hermione.
"Yeah I don't know which is worse, Malfoy being Malfoy or zombie Malfoy," replied Ron.
"I think you owe Ginny a whole load of every flavoured beans, Ron."
"What how?" replied Ron.
"Well, this answers your question on weather Spike is a Malfoy," said Hermione. "If he was he wouldn't call Malfoy that Malfoy Kid, would he," reasoned Hermione, "Maybe he's just part veela or something."
"I wouldn't get my hopes up, the way the Professor was acting when Malfoy walked in it was like he saw a ghost which must mean that Spike must act exactly like Malfoy which can't be good," explained Harry.
"Yeah but he is friends with your carbon copy so he can't be all bad, can he," Hermione reasoned.
"I guess," replied Harry "but are you sure they are friends."
* * * * * * * * * *
Two figures stumbled out of the Three Broomsticks. The smell of butterbeer was pouring off them as they spotted a woman standing a few metres ahead. She smiled invitingly and beckoned them over and they followed her as she laughed and disappeared down an alley. They were grinning inanely as they turned seeing another woman looking at them inquisitively. They were too drunk to see the third figure looking away his newly polished arm gleaming in the moonlight. As the second woman swayed over to the shorter of the two and pushed his head to the side as she put her teeth to his neck, he struggled a little but was too drunk or weak to put up much of a fight. She then ran her nail along her wrist cutting in to release blood and then put it to the young wizard's mouth.
"Drink," she ordered and he did.
* * * * * * * * * *
"I wish you wouldn't do that" pleaded Wesley squirming.
"What this, oh come on I bet Angel drinks in front of you."
"Yes, but he doesn't crush weetabix in it first." Wesley replied trying not to watch but morbidly fascinated.
"It gives it texture, so you can just stuff it." Spike replied finishing off his glass.
"Ugh, I don't think I'll ever be able to eat it again," Wesley replied feeling faint and going a very odd shade of green.
Spike licked the dark red liquid his lips and looked at Wesley as his face returned to normal from its prominent brow and full out fangs. "My game face gone yet?" he asked.
"Just about" Wesley replied, it always freaked him out a little when they did that no matter how many times he saw it happen it would always remind him that they weren't human. It was only when they were angry or about to feed did their true faces appear.
"Ok tell me about this Malfoy kid," demanded Spike.
"Malfoy are an old wizarding family with a lot of ties to the Dark Arts. The father Lucius Malfoy was cleared of working for Voldemort fifteen years ago. The defence was that he was under Voldemort's control and therefore not aware of what he was doing," recited Wesley.
"People believed that?" asked Spike incredulously.
"Well the Imperious curse did happen but for every person it truly did happen to two more would say the same. Bringing doubt on the true cases as there was no evidence." Wesley told Spike, "this means that there are people in Azkaban and those who have died who are innocent and many who are guilty who have been set free." Wesley sighed and then continued "Unofficially Lucius Malfoy is the latter. Harry Potter says he saw him two years ago with Voldemort when he was transported away from the tri-wizard games. I think it's safe to assume Malfoy is working for Voldemort again of his own free will and is most likely a member of his inner sanctum. Only the most loyal and powerful wizards make it there. I can't tell you much about the boy other than what are in reports. I wouldn't know if he was following his father or not but most of the teachers seem to think so. I came to this school between Malfoys so I don't actually have any personal experiences. Today was the first time I'd met one and he hardly said a word so I can't really base it on that. He seems highly intelligent but the friends he has are not the smartest in the world and the fathers of both Crabbe and Goyle were both also seen by Potter as were a number of other fathers from the Slytherin house. Either way Draco Malfoy is heading for trouble be it either from his fathers side or ours," announced Wesley shaking his head.
"Ok so it's up to us to find out which one he'll go for," said Spike as he rose from his seat.
"Yes, where are you going?" Wesley asked.
"Why? You scared the big bad Voldemort is going to get you," Spike replied in a childish voice. Wesley simply glared as Spike smirked "I am off to introduce a new generation to the magnificence that is the Sex Pistols," he announced.
"Your first class, I'd completely forgotten. I feel so sorry for them now, they have no idea what's going to happen," Wesley stated.
"Yeah, like lambs to the slaughter, great ain't it." The Sid Vicious look alike replied his sadistic grin took its place again upon his face as he stalked out of the door.
"They are going to need all the luck in the world," Wesley sighed.
* * * * * * * * *
Malfoy sat at his desk staring at the text of his book in a trance trying not to hear the incessant chattering of Pansy beside him. It was times like this that he was grateful that Crabbe and Goyle could only manage about 10 words an hour and that was if they were feeling particularly chatty mostly they moved about the school like living obelisks and saved all their energy for Potter and the Potterettes. He smiled to himself as he remembered meeting them in the corridor. That had been a good one. I had managed to get one on the lack of wealth of the Weasleys' always a sure hit, Potter's little girlfriend, for which I received a badly aimed punch which I dodged quite gracefully if I might say so. That redhead sure has a temper on her. Granger's buckteeth, which is starting to, loose its effectiveness especially as she's had them fixed, and I'm meant to be the vain one. The thing that stuck this in my mind was that with the psycho Weasley girl was another about the same age, she just seemed to be made of shadows like an old black and white image. Her unnatural, endless, obsidian gaze shook me for a minute but only a minute. Still I couldn't concentrate and.
A shadow crossed over his page and Malfoy slowly looked up to meet the steely cold grey gaze of another, his father and rose from his seat dutifully.
"Um, excuse me." Wesley ventured forward. Lucius turned and looked down at him
"You're excused," he sneered.
"No, who are you and what do you want with one of my students?" He wished Spike was there with him true he was a real pain in the neck (literally if he had the chance) and true he couldn't actually hurt humans, but he could do one thing Wesley couldn't. Bluff it. All Wesley could do was stand and stammer.
"I would like to speak to my son privately," Lucius explained "family matters." Lucius emphasised "my son" as though he were simply an object he owned. Wesley looked at Draco and something passed across his eyes. Fear. Dread. It was only momentary but it was there and he knew that feeling all too well. He felt his stomach tighten into knots as memories flooded his consciousness. However, before he was allowed to say anything both had left the room and Wesley was left with his thoughts, a class of slightly bemused students and a very put out Pansy Parkinson.
* * * * * * * * * *
"I'm worried about him." Wesley stated "I met his father today,"
"Why the father some kind of demon?" Spike asked.
"A father doesn't have to be a demon to terrorise his children," Wesley replied a lump forming in his throat. Spike watched him thoughtfully.
"Well I'm guessing he's not the kind for school visits which means they're up to something and it probably involves him so someone should talk to him," Spike stated.
"What you mean me?"
"I haven't met his dear old dad, have I."
"I guess," Wesley looked down at the floor and then said, "I just hope he's not too far gone."
" That Snape said that they would only try to initiate them in their last year. He doesn't think he would have joined yet."
"That's not what I meant," Wesley said sadly as he left the room.
* * * * * * * * * *
Draco Malfoy stood on the Quidditch pitch his face looking up to the sky his eyes closed as the rain washed over him, cleansing him. He didn't know how long he had been there and he didn't care. He just couldn't let this moment end. If only his life had consisted of this one moment, he wanted the serenity of it, the simplicity. Now there was no Voldemort and no Harry Potter. He had no family and fair-weather friends. There were no enemies, he had no need to watch his back and be suspicious, and best of all there was no Initiation, no Test as there were no death eaters to join. But there was. There was a Voldemort and a Harry Potter. His family, friends and enemies did exist and he had to watch his back from all three and the most powerful poison to swallow was that there were Death Eaters and by default an Initiation to go through. A Test he must succeed in to be of any hope to his father, any hope to be a true and proud Malfoy any hope to live out his life as a Malfoy should. He felt the grain of the wood from his broomstick as he opened his eyes and sighed as he looked to the ground. Crabbe and Goyle were shouting in the distance but he could not hear them over the roar of thunder. Their test would be different to his. Each was different for each candidate and the Death Eaters usually decided the tasks. Voldemort however would decide his test. With each new set of candidates one would be chosen by Voldemort who showed the greatest promise, It had been his father and now it was him, it was known to be more testing than the others but with greater rewards. Crabbe and Goyle would pass they were fools who were blindly following in their fathers' footsteps. However, they had never known any different and neither had he. Was he more the fool because he knew what he was doing and yet did it anyway? He wouldn't be surprised. He mounted his broomstick and rose into the air. The wind lashed his hair and robes as he fought against it. He climbed trying to break away from the dreams, from everything, leaving the world behind and flew higher and higher until there was a tremendous crash of thunder till it all went quiet and dark.
It had been two days since the sorting and ten minutes to the start of the first Defence Against the Dark Arts lesson and Wesley was pacing back and forth frantically in the room whilst Spike sat lazily in the teacher's chair his feet resting on the desk.
"Will you stop that you're giving me a headache" Spike complained.
"Hey that's not my fault that's your hangover. I didn't tell you to go out drinking to the early hours did I." Retorted Wesley not breaking out of step.
"I'm just living up to my reputation." Replied Spike grinning.
"Yeah well that's not going to help me if I make a mess of this lesson," Wesley answered as his step quickened, "Oh don't rush to contradict or anything."
"Look I just want to be here to see if you fall flat on your face." Smirked Spike. "Either way it looks good on me. You do well and we look like a couple of bloody experts, which lets face it we are. Well I am I don't know about you. And if you fail completely well I look great in comparison to you. Which I do anyway. And I also get sympathy for having to put up with a .well with you." Spike replied stretching out on the chair.
"Oh thanks for the ringing endorsement," He said disgruntled.
"Look it's all about your attitude, act like you don't care what other people think about you and you can't go wrong," Spike's advice rang in Wesley's head.
"You're helping me?" Wesley replied surprised.
"Yeah, anything just stop that pacing," complained Spike as Wesley stopped looked at him and grinned.
"What?" asked Spike suspicious.
"Giles said something but I didn't believe him," answered Wesley quietly.
"What did that watcher say now?" Spike ordered.
"Just that you'd changed a little you're not as evil as you try to make out."
Wesley smiled as Spike began his tirade which made him madder "When will they get it through their thick skulls, I am not good, I will never be good I don't want to be good. I'm the Big Bad, I'm Spike, and I'm William the Bloody. I am not nice and I certainly am not like that nancy boy hair gelled can't go through one day without having to help someone to ease his oh so poor conscience soul filled sire Angel!"
Spike glared at Wesley, as there was a knock at the door. "Sir can we come in now?" asked Hermione.
"Oh Yeah" replied Wesley trying to ignore the death glare given by Spike, "um sit where you like, and your name is?"
"Hermione, sir" she replied grinning as Harry and Ron made their way through the empty seats. "Don't know why we had to come five minutes early," grumbled Ron.
"We're lucky it's only five, it could have been earlier if she had her way," replied Harry.
"You're saying she didn't?" asked Ron.
"What the hell is this. The bloody Twilight zone or something!" exclaimed Spike.
"What?" replied Wesley.
"That kid, what's your name?" asked Spike pointing at Harry
"Harry and I'm not a kid I'm seventeen in a few months," Harry replied indignantly.
"I guess there's a little resemblance." Wesley replied walking towards Harry.
"A little! What the hell's wrong with you?" Spike shouted, "great that's all we need another one of you in the world!"
"Hey!" cried out Harry and Wesley. They both looked nervously at each other and Harry sat down very quickly. Wesley turned to him, "You said your name was Harry, Harry what?" he asked.
"Potter" Harry replied trying to sound as little as Wesley as possible but only managing to achieve the opposite much to the others amusement who had increased as the class was beginning to fill.
"Harry Potter! Wow really?" Wesley exclaimed removing his glasses, "Spike it's Harry Potter!"
"Woo hoo!" said Spike sarcastically, "so who's Harry Potter then when he's at home?" A deathly silence filled the room. Harry felt a bit odd even though he had prayed of a day when he could say his name without the usual staring and awe, he hadn't expected it today and kind of missed it a little. "THE Harry Potter," explained Wesley.
"Saying it with THE doesn't help," Spike retorted, "I still don't know who the hell he is."
"How can you not know who Harry Potter is?" Asked Wesley.
"I don't know maybe its 'cos I spent the last God knows how many years in America, doing things you couldn't even dream about!" shouted Spike.
"Oh right, I forgot, well you know You Know Who," said Wesley his voice reverberating in an ominous way only evil names seem to accomplish.
"Who?" asked Spike.
"He means Voldemort" put in Harry. A gasp went round the room as Harry sighed shaking his head.
"Oh yeah big demon guy, no nose" said Spike.
"Yeah well he killed him, sort of," explained Wesley.
"Oh you're the kid, you're a bit scrawny ain't ya?" Spike said.
" You can say that again," drawled a voice from the doorway.
They turned to see Draco Malfoy's wiry frame in the doorway. He was a guy who knew how to make an entrance, sixteen years of having to wait for his mother to arrive fashionably late. Malfoy was one who knew a party couldn't really start until he was there and would show it. He was flanked by the bulky figures of Crabbe and Goyle, who looked they were going to have enough trouble passing under the door. At sixteen they had already managed to clear the six foot mark and what they lacked in brains they more than made up for in brawn.
"Oh hi, this was that Malfoy kid I was telling you about," Spike told Wesley. Malfoy nodded his head and smiled in acknowledgement as he went to take his seat, whilst Crabbe and Goyle took the seats behind him. Wesley simply stared in disbelief.
"I know Twilight Zone ain't it." Spike said conspirationally.
"He.He.He acts like you and everything," exclaimed Wesley.
"Yeah I think I covered that with the Twilight Zone remark," said Spike growing impatient.
"But..But."
"Will you get on with the bloody lesson already!!!" Spike yelled causing Neville to fall out of his chair and take his desk with him.
"Oh yeah, the lesson" said Wesley snapping out of it as Neville gathered up his things off the floor nervously.
"Oh well done Longbottom" muttered Malfoy "we were worried for a minute there when we thought you actually might have some co-ordination." Spike smirked; this kid was like him in more ways than he thought as he watched Harry Ron and Hermione glare at Malfoy.
"There should be a rule against death eaters coming to this class," grumbled Ron.
" We don't know he is one" Hermione replied.
"Yet, it'll only be a matter of time," muttered Harry.
"At least we can be thankful he's acting normally now, the way he was acting on the first day was starting to freak me out a little," remembered Hermione.
"Yeah I don't know which is worse, Malfoy being Malfoy or zombie Malfoy," replied Ron.
"I think you owe Ginny a whole load of every flavoured beans, Ron."
"What how?" replied Ron.
"Well, this answers your question on weather Spike is a Malfoy," said Hermione. "If he was he wouldn't call Malfoy that Malfoy Kid, would he," reasoned Hermione, "Maybe he's just part veela or something."
"I wouldn't get my hopes up, the way the Professor was acting when Malfoy walked in it was like he saw a ghost which must mean that Spike must act exactly like Malfoy which can't be good," explained Harry.
"Yeah but he is friends with your carbon copy so he can't be all bad, can he," Hermione reasoned.
"I guess," replied Harry "but are you sure they are friends."
* * * * * * * * * *
Two figures stumbled out of the Three Broomsticks. The smell of butterbeer was pouring off them as they spotted a woman standing a few metres ahead. She smiled invitingly and beckoned them over and they followed her as she laughed and disappeared down an alley. They were grinning inanely as they turned seeing another woman looking at them inquisitively. They were too drunk to see the third figure looking away his newly polished arm gleaming in the moonlight. As the second woman swayed over to the shorter of the two and pushed his head to the side as she put her teeth to his neck, he struggled a little but was too drunk or weak to put up much of a fight. She then ran her nail along her wrist cutting in to release blood and then put it to the young wizard's mouth.
"Drink," she ordered and he did.
* * * * * * * * * *
"I wish you wouldn't do that" pleaded Wesley squirming.
"What this, oh come on I bet Angel drinks in front of you."
"Yes, but he doesn't crush weetabix in it first." Wesley replied trying not to watch but morbidly fascinated.
"It gives it texture, so you can just stuff it." Spike replied finishing off his glass.
"Ugh, I don't think I'll ever be able to eat it again," Wesley replied feeling faint and going a very odd shade of green.
Spike licked the dark red liquid his lips and looked at Wesley as his face returned to normal from its prominent brow and full out fangs. "My game face gone yet?" he asked.
"Just about" Wesley replied, it always freaked him out a little when they did that no matter how many times he saw it happen it would always remind him that they weren't human. It was only when they were angry or about to feed did their true faces appear.
"Ok tell me about this Malfoy kid," demanded Spike.
"Malfoy are an old wizarding family with a lot of ties to the Dark Arts. The father Lucius Malfoy was cleared of working for Voldemort fifteen years ago. The defence was that he was under Voldemort's control and therefore not aware of what he was doing," recited Wesley.
"People believed that?" asked Spike incredulously.
"Well the Imperious curse did happen but for every person it truly did happen to two more would say the same. Bringing doubt on the true cases as there was no evidence." Wesley told Spike, "this means that there are people in Azkaban and those who have died who are innocent and many who are guilty who have been set free." Wesley sighed and then continued "Unofficially Lucius Malfoy is the latter. Harry Potter says he saw him two years ago with Voldemort when he was transported away from the tri-wizard games. I think it's safe to assume Malfoy is working for Voldemort again of his own free will and is most likely a member of his inner sanctum. Only the most loyal and powerful wizards make it there. I can't tell you much about the boy other than what are in reports. I wouldn't know if he was following his father or not but most of the teachers seem to think so. I came to this school between Malfoys so I don't actually have any personal experiences. Today was the first time I'd met one and he hardly said a word so I can't really base it on that. He seems highly intelligent but the friends he has are not the smartest in the world and the fathers of both Crabbe and Goyle were both also seen by Potter as were a number of other fathers from the Slytherin house. Either way Draco Malfoy is heading for trouble be it either from his fathers side or ours," announced Wesley shaking his head.
"Ok so it's up to us to find out which one he'll go for," said Spike as he rose from his seat.
"Yes, where are you going?" Wesley asked.
"Why? You scared the big bad Voldemort is going to get you," Spike replied in a childish voice. Wesley simply glared as Spike smirked "I am off to introduce a new generation to the magnificence that is the Sex Pistols," he announced.
"Your first class, I'd completely forgotten. I feel so sorry for them now, they have no idea what's going to happen," Wesley stated.
"Yeah, like lambs to the slaughter, great ain't it." The Sid Vicious look alike replied his sadistic grin took its place again upon his face as he stalked out of the door.
"They are going to need all the luck in the world," Wesley sighed.
* * * * * * * * *
Malfoy sat at his desk staring at the text of his book in a trance trying not to hear the incessant chattering of Pansy beside him. It was times like this that he was grateful that Crabbe and Goyle could only manage about 10 words an hour and that was if they were feeling particularly chatty mostly they moved about the school like living obelisks and saved all their energy for Potter and the Potterettes. He smiled to himself as he remembered meeting them in the corridor. That had been a good one. I had managed to get one on the lack of wealth of the Weasleys' always a sure hit, Potter's little girlfriend, for which I received a badly aimed punch which I dodged quite gracefully if I might say so. That redhead sure has a temper on her. Granger's buckteeth, which is starting to, loose its effectiveness especially as she's had them fixed, and I'm meant to be the vain one. The thing that stuck this in my mind was that with the psycho Weasley girl was another about the same age, she just seemed to be made of shadows like an old black and white image. Her unnatural, endless, obsidian gaze shook me for a minute but only a minute. Still I couldn't concentrate and.
A shadow crossed over his page and Malfoy slowly looked up to meet the steely cold grey gaze of another, his father and rose from his seat dutifully.
"Um, excuse me." Wesley ventured forward. Lucius turned and looked down at him
"You're excused," he sneered.
"No, who are you and what do you want with one of my students?" He wished Spike was there with him true he was a real pain in the neck (literally if he had the chance) and true he couldn't actually hurt humans, but he could do one thing Wesley couldn't. Bluff it. All Wesley could do was stand and stammer.
"I would like to speak to my son privately," Lucius explained "family matters." Lucius emphasised "my son" as though he were simply an object he owned. Wesley looked at Draco and something passed across his eyes. Fear. Dread. It was only momentary but it was there and he knew that feeling all too well. He felt his stomach tighten into knots as memories flooded his consciousness. However, before he was allowed to say anything both had left the room and Wesley was left with his thoughts, a class of slightly bemused students and a very put out Pansy Parkinson.
* * * * * * * * * *
"I'm worried about him." Wesley stated "I met his father today,"
"Why the father some kind of demon?" Spike asked.
"A father doesn't have to be a demon to terrorise his children," Wesley replied a lump forming in his throat. Spike watched him thoughtfully.
"Well I'm guessing he's not the kind for school visits which means they're up to something and it probably involves him so someone should talk to him," Spike stated.
"What you mean me?"
"I haven't met his dear old dad, have I."
"I guess," Wesley looked down at the floor and then said, "I just hope he's not too far gone."
" That Snape said that they would only try to initiate them in their last year. He doesn't think he would have joined yet."
"That's not what I meant," Wesley said sadly as he left the room.
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Draco Malfoy stood on the Quidditch pitch his face looking up to the sky his eyes closed as the rain washed over him, cleansing him. He didn't know how long he had been there and he didn't care. He just couldn't let this moment end. If only his life had consisted of this one moment, he wanted the serenity of it, the simplicity. Now there was no Voldemort and no Harry Potter. He had no family and fair-weather friends. There were no enemies, he had no need to watch his back and be suspicious, and best of all there was no Initiation, no Test as there were no death eaters to join. But there was. There was a Voldemort and a Harry Potter. His family, friends and enemies did exist and he had to watch his back from all three and the most powerful poison to swallow was that there were Death Eaters and by default an Initiation to go through. A Test he must succeed in to be of any hope to his father, any hope to be a true and proud Malfoy any hope to live out his life as a Malfoy should. He felt the grain of the wood from his broomstick as he opened his eyes and sighed as he looked to the ground. Crabbe and Goyle were shouting in the distance but he could not hear them over the roar of thunder. Their test would be different to his. Each was different for each candidate and the Death Eaters usually decided the tasks. Voldemort however would decide his test. With each new set of candidates one would be chosen by Voldemort who showed the greatest promise, It had been his father and now it was him, it was known to be more testing than the others but with greater rewards. Crabbe and Goyle would pass they were fools who were blindly following in their fathers' footsteps. However, they had never known any different and neither had he. Was he more the fool because he knew what he was doing and yet did it anyway? He wouldn't be surprised. He mounted his broomstick and rose into the air. The wind lashed his hair and robes as he fought against it. He climbed trying to break away from the dreams, from everything, leaving the world behind and flew higher and higher until there was a tremendous crash of thunder till it all went quiet and dark.