Author's Note: Hello, all! Here is my much awaited (hahaha..not..lol)
next chapter to Descent. Thanks to everyone who reviewed! I appreciate it.
Disclaimer: Well, you know I don't own Harry Potter.everyone knows it's J.K.'s (just the plot's mine...the workings of my weird mind) so this is kind of pointless, so anyway, please don't sue. (It's not like you'd get anything anyway, so haha on you.) On with the fic.
Descent Into Darkness-Part Two: More Musings
5/3- There are only a few days left until graduation and I still haven't decided what I want to do after I leave Hogwarts. I can't live with my Gran forever. I'd be even more pathetic than I am now (if that's possible). Yesterday, while I was in the library, checking out a book for my Herbology essay, I overheard Draco Malfoy and a group of seventh-year Slytherins talking about what they were going to after they left Hogwarts. They were discussing an upcoming Death Eater initiation ceremony, in not so many words of course, (even they aren't that daft) but I pretty much got the gist of it. I wonder if I were to inquire about it to Malfoy, if he would take me seriously, or laugh in my face as everyone else does. Or maybe he would wonder why I would ever go against the "Dream Team" (if he only knew how I really felt.). He seems the most logical choice to help get me on the right track, seeing as he is the leader. I am seriously considering this. I mean, I am already contemplating suicide, so why not have a little bit of glory before I die? Maybe I can figure out the "secret" all so-called good wizards want to know. What is the Dark side like? Hell, maybe I'd even like it.
5/4- Well, it's too late to turn back now. I've already sent an owl to Malfoy, but I worded it in such a way that he would actually consider it and not just laugh and chuck it into the fire or ball it up and throw it way after having a laugh at my expense. (After all, he's had millions already.) At breakfast this morning, an Eagle owl rushed past and dropped a letter into my eggs. "Who's it from, Neville?", Harry asked curiously. "Just my Gran." I lied. "Well, at least it's not a Howler." I said, making them laugh and forget about it. Instantly, they went back to their conversation, and forgot all about me (big surprise) and I was off of the hook. I stuffed the letter in my bag, finished my toast, and headed out of the Great Hall to get ready for class. I figured the library would be the safest place to read it, so I grabbed a table, and pulled the piece of parchment from my bag.
"Longbottom", it read, "if you are, in fact, serious, which I highly doubt, then meet me on the top of the North Tower at midnight by the portrait of the Forbidden Forest. There will be a room beside it. You had better be telling the truth, and not wasting my time, because if you are, you WILL be sorry. And come alone. Bring no one else.
Suspiciously yours,
Draco Malfoy.
The rest of the day throughout Charms, Transfiguration, and Care of Magical Creatures, I could think of nothing else but the meeting at midnight. This could be the beginning of my future, I thought. I could be honored beyond my wildest dreams. I was anxious and nervous and couldn't concentrate. "Neville," Hermione pressed, "are you alright?" "I'm fine, Hermione. I'm just a little tired, that's all.", I responded. "If you're sure.", she said skeptically and returned back to reading Hogwarts, A History. "God, leave me alone." I muttered under my breath. "Hmmm?" she said, not really paying attention. "Nothing." I said. After dinner, I went down to the common room to work on my Transfiguration homework, making mistakes the whole way through and left a big splotch of ink below my name. "Calm down," I said to myself," you're just going to meet with Malfoy, you're not being sentenced to Azkaban."
I stayed in the common room until only a few fourth-years were left at about 11:20, and left through the portrait hole. I crept down the corridors, sticking close to the walls and dark spaces, trying to avoid Filch and his cat, Peeves, and the Bloody Baron. It was times like these I wished I had an Invisibility Cloak. After about fifteen minutes of sneaking about and darting through the hallways made it to the North Tower and started to search for the painting of the Forbidden Forest. There was Draco standing by the window of the room, gazing out at the grounds below and holding my letter in his hand, the moonlight accenting his pale features. He looked at me with a mixture of surprise, disdain, and curiosity and waved the letter. "God, Longbottom, is it actually true? Or did the Dream Team put you up to this?" he muttered. "Maybe you haven't noticed, Malfoy, but I'm not as close to them as you seem to think.", I retorted softly.
If his eyes ever conveyed any emotions, I'm sure it would have been shock. "Alright, Longbottom, are you serious? If you aren't, you're going to fucking regret it." he spat. "Of course I'm serious. What do I possibly have to lose?" Malfoy seemed to consider this for a moment and replied, "You know, maybe I was wrong about you, Longbottom. But I'm not saying I believe you just yet. You'll have to go through some tests before we can actually do anything about this. You know that, right?" I nodded. I was about to reply when we heard footsteps and soft "meow" outside of the door. "Oh fuck, it's Filch and his bloody cat!" he swore. He rushed to the other door. "Longbottom, I'll owl you soon. Don't say a word to anyone.", he warned. He muttered "Alohomora" and rushed out of the room and down the corridor to the dungeons. I heard Filch stop outside and whisper, "What have we here? A bunch of brats out of bed when they're not supposed to be, I daresay?" I quickly followed Malfoy's lead and ran the opposite way towards Gryffyndor Tower.
Disclaimer: Well, you know I don't own Harry Potter.everyone knows it's J.K.'s (just the plot's mine...the workings of my weird mind) so this is kind of pointless, so anyway, please don't sue. (It's not like you'd get anything anyway, so haha on you.) On with the fic.
Descent Into Darkness-Part Two: More Musings
5/3- There are only a few days left until graduation and I still haven't decided what I want to do after I leave Hogwarts. I can't live with my Gran forever. I'd be even more pathetic than I am now (if that's possible). Yesterday, while I was in the library, checking out a book for my Herbology essay, I overheard Draco Malfoy and a group of seventh-year Slytherins talking about what they were going to after they left Hogwarts. They were discussing an upcoming Death Eater initiation ceremony, in not so many words of course, (even they aren't that daft) but I pretty much got the gist of it. I wonder if I were to inquire about it to Malfoy, if he would take me seriously, or laugh in my face as everyone else does. Or maybe he would wonder why I would ever go against the "Dream Team" (if he only knew how I really felt.). He seems the most logical choice to help get me on the right track, seeing as he is the leader. I am seriously considering this. I mean, I am already contemplating suicide, so why not have a little bit of glory before I die? Maybe I can figure out the "secret" all so-called good wizards want to know. What is the Dark side like? Hell, maybe I'd even like it.
5/4- Well, it's too late to turn back now. I've already sent an owl to Malfoy, but I worded it in such a way that he would actually consider it and not just laugh and chuck it into the fire or ball it up and throw it way after having a laugh at my expense. (After all, he's had millions already.) At breakfast this morning, an Eagle owl rushed past and dropped a letter into my eggs. "Who's it from, Neville?", Harry asked curiously. "Just my Gran." I lied. "Well, at least it's not a Howler." I said, making them laugh and forget about it. Instantly, they went back to their conversation, and forgot all about me (big surprise) and I was off of the hook. I stuffed the letter in my bag, finished my toast, and headed out of the Great Hall to get ready for class. I figured the library would be the safest place to read it, so I grabbed a table, and pulled the piece of parchment from my bag.
"Longbottom", it read, "if you are, in fact, serious, which I highly doubt, then meet me on the top of the North Tower at midnight by the portrait of the Forbidden Forest. There will be a room beside it. You had better be telling the truth, and not wasting my time, because if you are, you WILL be sorry. And come alone. Bring no one else.
Suspiciously yours,
Draco Malfoy.
The rest of the day throughout Charms, Transfiguration, and Care of Magical Creatures, I could think of nothing else but the meeting at midnight. This could be the beginning of my future, I thought. I could be honored beyond my wildest dreams. I was anxious and nervous and couldn't concentrate. "Neville," Hermione pressed, "are you alright?" "I'm fine, Hermione. I'm just a little tired, that's all.", I responded. "If you're sure.", she said skeptically and returned back to reading Hogwarts, A History. "God, leave me alone." I muttered under my breath. "Hmmm?" she said, not really paying attention. "Nothing." I said. After dinner, I went down to the common room to work on my Transfiguration homework, making mistakes the whole way through and left a big splotch of ink below my name. "Calm down," I said to myself," you're just going to meet with Malfoy, you're not being sentenced to Azkaban."
I stayed in the common room until only a few fourth-years were left at about 11:20, and left through the portrait hole. I crept down the corridors, sticking close to the walls and dark spaces, trying to avoid Filch and his cat, Peeves, and the Bloody Baron. It was times like these I wished I had an Invisibility Cloak. After about fifteen minutes of sneaking about and darting through the hallways made it to the North Tower and started to search for the painting of the Forbidden Forest. There was Draco standing by the window of the room, gazing out at the grounds below and holding my letter in his hand, the moonlight accenting his pale features. He looked at me with a mixture of surprise, disdain, and curiosity and waved the letter. "God, Longbottom, is it actually true? Or did the Dream Team put you up to this?" he muttered. "Maybe you haven't noticed, Malfoy, but I'm not as close to them as you seem to think.", I retorted softly.
If his eyes ever conveyed any emotions, I'm sure it would have been shock. "Alright, Longbottom, are you serious? If you aren't, you're going to fucking regret it." he spat. "Of course I'm serious. What do I possibly have to lose?" Malfoy seemed to consider this for a moment and replied, "You know, maybe I was wrong about you, Longbottom. But I'm not saying I believe you just yet. You'll have to go through some tests before we can actually do anything about this. You know that, right?" I nodded. I was about to reply when we heard footsteps and soft "meow" outside of the door. "Oh fuck, it's Filch and his bloody cat!" he swore. He rushed to the other door. "Longbottom, I'll owl you soon. Don't say a word to anyone.", he warned. He muttered "Alohomora" and rushed out of the room and down the corridor to the dungeons. I heard Filch stop outside and whisper, "What have we here? A bunch of brats out of bed when they're not supposed to be, I daresay?" I quickly followed Malfoy's lead and ran the opposite way towards Gryffyndor Tower.
