Faded Eternity
Chapter 7- Muted Thoughts
Quicksilver Fallen
Author's notes- Special thanks to MY REVIEWERS! *eyes well up with tears at the pride of having 53 reviews*
TessaGesek - I'm glad you like the humor, I added it in there because I felt that this could use some lightening up, but sadly it probably won't last.
ElvenRanger- Thank you so much for staying with me through all these chapters, you've really kept me going, thank you.
Darcyisme- Thanks! I knew someone'd like them!
PrincezzShortie- I know that, I was in a hurry. But thank you for correcting me! ^_^
VioletEyes- Thank you for constantly reviewing as well! And those are good guesses! Good Luck!
Pik- I don't have anything against slash, just letting people know that this isn't slash so if they'd rather be reading slash that this isn't it. No offense, I really didn't mean anything against anyone by posting that. Anyway, thank you oh so much by reviewing this! It really means a lot to me!
Rei.K- OH MY GOD thank you oh so much! *hugs you* I didn't even have a fic to review for you! Oh gosh, I'm so glad you came by this fic and I hope you have a good time reading this chapter! And BTW, Good plot guesses!
beyond infinity- You're welcome, I certainly enjoyed your fic! Good luck with it! And thank you oh so much for reviewing my fic as well!
IloveRupert13- THANK YOU! I love your fics so much, they are AWESOME! Thank you soo soo much for reviewing all 6 chapters of this fic, I hope you enjoy reading this one!
LauratheCat- I never knew my stories had the power to make someone cry... *sniff sniff* Thank you ever so much for the great review! Andnow for thanks number two, I didn't know people thought my Screenname was cool... ^_^
Me- Thank you so much! I never knew this many people would love this fic!
Hettie Hoffleboffer= First off, thanks for all of the reviews! Second off, I want to tell you that your story is Fantastic! I truly can't wait for more!
Kate Lynn- First I must tell you that your fic is the most interesting and intriguing fic I have ever read in my entire life! It is so amazing! Anyway, thank you so, so much for your review! It cheered me up when I least expected!
Now, for the story! (Readers: FINALLY!)
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Val was tugged by Marcus out to the Quidditch Pitch. He put her through the familiar and boring paces of broom control. She went through them with a little hesitance, but she did okay.
"C'mon Val! You can do better than that! I know it!" He called up to her, as if expecting a Wronski Feint at any moment.
"Flint... Why are you doing this? I'm not Viktor Krum!"
"I know that Val! You are better than Krum! We're gonna win the cup!!!" Flint shouted in ecstasy. Val sighed and decided to let him be happy.
She made a few shots with the Quaffle. She was sure anyone could have done better than her if they tried, but of course, Marcus was too busy zooming around the field shouting about how they were going to win the cup to notice.
After another hour or so, Marcus blew a whistle and the team headed inside to the showers. While they piled into the locker rooms, Flint pulled Draco aside.
"Malfoy. It is time you finally beat Gryffindor and earn respect for our house. Don't give me excuses. Your father sold you to this team, and if you don't get us a victory, his soul can eat a bloody refund!" Flint cursed.
"Yes Sir..." answered Draco in a monotone voice.
"It'd better be 'Yes' you filthy ungrateful brat, now stay out here and keep practicing!" Marcus ordered in a harsh voice.
In Draco's mind, he flinched. It reminded him of what his father used to say to him. Always ungrateful, always spoiled. It was never, "I'm proud of you son." No, no matter how much he yearned for it, he never received it.
Funny thing is, you get everything from racing brooms to superb dress robes, but you never receive the thing your heart desires most.
He was an unloved child, although his father was cruel and uncaring, and his mother detached and vein. This was why he had enemies like Potter, the ones who had love, bravery, and friendship. He sometimes mused upon what would have happened if Potter had taken his hand on the first train ride to Hogwarts. He would have had a real friend, not another thing to yearn for.
But then again, you are given everything but your heart's desire.
His parents weren't really that much of a loss, come to think of it. They didn't care for him at all. Thoughts like s parents... they but they had raised him, hadn't they? These thoughts made Draco feel guilty. He wasn't supposed to feel that way about his parents! These many musings wracked his brain, and then he had to deal with other's pity. He didn't need it. To keep up the cold and sneering façade was now the only thing left to do, so they couldn't see the many painful thoughts racing though his mind.
Draco's thoughts stopped, as Flint uttered another word of anger towards him as he tried to catch up with the rest of the team.
Draco mounted his broom again, obeying Flint's commands of perfection.
It felt good to be flying again.
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Harry, Ron, and Hermione finally persuaded Madam Pomfrey to let Harry out of the Infirmary after another hour, and they walked gratefully down the corridor.
"Harry, this Malfoy situation is getting more and more confusing! We've sunk so low as to investigate papers in his pocket and why he's fainting in class! What's next? Solving the mystery of why he's not wearing the same tie two days in a row?!" exclaimed Ron.
"Ignore him Harry, Malfoy probably fainted becau-" Hermione was interrupted by Ron's exasperated sigh.
"Shut up, Ron!" she tossed out angrily. She resumed her discussion with Harry, "Could it be because of a dark mark?"
"I told you, it was probably the potion that knocked him out, Hermione! He's too young to be a Death-Eater, all of the ones I saw were pushing forty! Would Voldemort put his trust in a child?" Harry explained.
"He might! You never know." said Hermione with a calculating look gracing her face.
"I can't even really say that it's doubtful, we'll never find a word of logic behind all of that evil." Harry stated with venom only thoughts of Voldemort could conjure.
"Very true," agreed Hermione, "I don't suppose he was ever really sane, was he? I mean, he was killing from when he was as old as we were! I don't think I could ever be able to handle the guilt of killing someone...
"Oh who cares! Enough with the mysteries! Let's focus on what we KNOW!" burst Ron, "MALFOY'S A FILTHY LAZY SCUMMY DEATH EATER!"
"SSH! Ron! Let's not be too one-sided here." answered Hermione in her smooth tone of voice.
"Well well well, what do we have here?" a voice rang out amusedly from above them.
They directed their attention upward, to see the face of none other than Marcus Flint, the Slytherin Quidditch Team captain. Next to him was Val. She had her eyebrow raised, but whether it was directed at them or Flint, they couldn't tell.
"What do you want, Flint?!" demanded Ron.
"Oh, nothing much really. Just wanted to inform you that YOUR PUNY LITTLE GRYFFINDOR HIDES ARE GOING TO BE BEATEN TO A PULP TOMMORROW'S MATCH!' the ambitious glint was back in his eyes again, so bright that it could have made Voldemort's red glare look dull.
"I doubt that, being you've never beaten our team yet." said Hermione, battling Flint's ambitious glint with her McGonagall glint.
"OH, BUT WE WILL BEAT YOU THIS TIME AROUND, GRANGER. MARK MY WORDS!" this time the glint was paired up with an evil grin, it was pretty scary.
"You won't beat us at anything Flint, you failed three years in a row! You were supposed to have a JOB three years ago! Not be some foul, lazy, cheating, Quidditch captain!" Hermione shouted.
Flint couldn't retaliate to this one, the glint in his eye faded away, the moment of self-confidence gone as fast as it had come. His clenched fist was shaking with rage, slowly pulling back, preparing for a heavy punch. She was going to pay for that one.
"YOU FILTHY MUDBLOOD- eh?" Val was holding on the back of his robes. He spun around angrily.
"She's not worth it, Flint!! Come on, our friends are waiting for us." Val stated blatantly. She was glaring at the trio. And with that, she ran off to the Slytherin Common rooms with Marcus already a mile ahead of her.
"I thought Lethon was smarter than that." said Hermione, shaking her head, "Hanging out with failures like that Flint..."
"Maybe she's not doing it out of friendship..." answered Harry, "Flint's captain, she might have gotten on the team, and was coming back from a practice. She IS from Durmstrang, I'll bet Flint'd do anything to get her on the team."
"OH NO... WE'RE GOING TO BE FLATTENED!" cried Ron, "I'll bet you a thousand galleons that all Durmstrang students have to be REALLY awesome at Quidditch! We're going to lose...."
"No, Ron. We'll win, I promise you. And there's no chance that Malfoy will ever beat me to the snitch." Harry assured him.
"And Val shouldn't be all that awesome either. Just because Viktor went to her school doesn't mean she can't be bad at Quidditch." Hermione stated, as if she were a talking encyclopedia.
"Yeah..." replied Harry, "Gryffindor should win, our new keeper is really cool."
"Who is it?" Ron begged for knowledge.
"Dean Thomas! No one ever knew he was good at Quidditch until he tried out! He was super! I swear!" Exclaimed Harry.
"Whoa, that's cool. I can't wait for the match! It'll be hilarious to see Malfoy's face when he sees that even getting a player from Durmstrang can't help them!" said Ron happily.
"I must admit, that WILL be funny. I want even more to see the look on Lethon's face when she finds that the Slytherin team are a bunch of crazed cheaters!" announced Hermione with a mischevious grin, "She'll soon regret being sorted into Slytherin!"
"I'll bet, especcially when Fred and George "Accidentally" send a few bludgers her way!" Chimed in Ron, "Flint's got himself a little soft spot, doesn't he? One word about him failing, and he's about ready to attack Hermione!"
"Definitely. If it weren't for Val, Hermione would be in the infirmary with Pomfrey!" agreed Harry.
Hermione nodded at this as they strode over to the portrait of the Fat Lady.
"Malfoy's a Dolt." she said clearly, the portrait swung open, and they stepped inside.
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Val found Blaise in the Girl's dormatories
"Hey Blaise!" Val called, Blaise was writing in a notebook.
Blaise was obviously annoyed, " 'Hey' to you too, so what happened at practice?"
"Oh nothing, Flint's only expecting me to be exactly like Viktor Krum!" Val half-shouted sarcastically.
"Really? That failure's pushing YOU around?" Blaise snickered.
"My thoughts exactly! I didn't even know that he had failed 3 times in a ROW! Nothing's wrong with it, just he needs to stop bothering me and start understanding his Arithmancy!" Val complained.
"I agree," answered Blaise, "but I doubt he will, the arse."
"Yeah, definitely. But I agree with one thing he said- those Gryffindors will be wishing they were never born after tomorrow's match!" Val said, a grin plastered to her face.
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A/N- Okay! The next chapter will be the Quidditch Match! Feel free to leave me any questions or comments! Tell me if I'm focusing too much on certain characters when I shouldn't be, or if I had an error with some of the materials of the book! It'd help me so much, Thank you all!
~Quicksilver Fallen~
Chapter 7- Muted Thoughts
Quicksilver Fallen
Author's notes- Special thanks to MY REVIEWERS! *eyes well up with tears at the pride of having 53 reviews*
TessaGesek - I'm glad you like the humor, I added it in there because I felt that this could use some lightening up, but sadly it probably won't last.
ElvenRanger- Thank you so much for staying with me through all these chapters, you've really kept me going, thank you.
Darcyisme- Thanks! I knew someone'd like them!
PrincezzShortie- I know that, I was in a hurry. But thank you for correcting me! ^_^
VioletEyes- Thank you for constantly reviewing as well! And those are good guesses! Good Luck!
Pik- I don't have anything against slash, just letting people know that this isn't slash so if they'd rather be reading slash that this isn't it. No offense, I really didn't mean anything against anyone by posting that. Anyway, thank you oh so much by reviewing this! It really means a lot to me!
Rei.K- OH MY GOD thank you oh so much! *hugs you* I didn't even have a fic to review for you! Oh gosh, I'm so glad you came by this fic and I hope you have a good time reading this chapter! And BTW, Good plot guesses!
beyond infinity- You're welcome, I certainly enjoyed your fic! Good luck with it! And thank you oh so much for reviewing my fic as well!
IloveRupert13- THANK YOU! I love your fics so much, they are AWESOME! Thank you soo soo much for reviewing all 6 chapters of this fic, I hope you enjoy reading this one!
LauratheCat- I never knew my stories had the power to make someone cry... *sniff sniff* Thank you ever so much for the great review! Andnow for thanks number two, I didn't know people thought my Screenname was cool... ^_^
Me- Thank you so much! I never knew this many people would love this fic!
Hettie Hoffleboffer= First off, thanks for all of the reviews! Second off, I want to tell you that your story is Fantastic! I truly can't wait for more!
Kate Lynn- First I must tell you that your fic is the most interesting and intriguing fic I have ever read in my entire life! It is so amazing! Anyway, thank you so, so much for your review! It cheered me up when I least expected!
Now, for the story! (Readers: FINALLY!)
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Val was tugged by Marcus out to the Quidditch Pitch. He put her through the familiar and boring paces of broom control. She went through them with a little hesitance, but she did okay.
"C'mon Val! You can do better than that! I know it!" He called up to her, as if expecting a Wronski Feint at any moment.
"Flint... Why are you doing this? I'm not Viktor Krum!"
"I know that Val! You are better than Krum! We're gonna win the cup!!!" Flint shouted in ecstasy. Val sighed and decided to let him be happy.
She made a few shots with the Quaffle. She was sure anyone could have done better than her if they tried, but of course, Marcus was too busy zooming around the field shouting about how they were going to win the cup to notice.
After another hour or so, Marcus blew a whistle and the team headed inside to the showers. While they piled into the locker rooms, Flint pulled Draco aside.
"Malfoy. It is time you finally beat Gryffindor and earn respect for our house. Don't give me excuses. Your father sold you to this team, and if you don't get us a victory, his soul can eat a bloody refund!" Flint cursed.
"Yes Sir..." answered Draco in a monotone voice.
"It'd better be 'Yes' you filthy ungrateful brat, now stay out here and keep practicing!" Marcus ordered in a harsh voice.
In Draco's mind, he flinched. It reminded him of what his father used to say to him. Always ungrateful, always spoiled. It was never, "I'm proud of you son." No, no matter how much he yearned for it, he never received it.
Funny thing is, you get everything from racing brooms to superb dress robes, but you never receive the thing your heart desires most.
He was an unloved child, although his father was cruel and uncaring, and his mother detached and vein. This was why he had enemies like Potter, the ones who had love, bravery, and friendship. He sometimes mused upon what would have happened if Potter had taken his hand on the first train ride to Hogwarts. He would have had a real friend, not another thing to yearn for.
But then again, you are given everything but your heart's desire.
His parents weren't really that much of a loss, come to think of it. They didn't care for him at all. Thoughts like s parents... they but they had raised him, hadn't they? These thoughts made Draco feel guilty. He wasn't supposed to feel that way about his parents! These many musings wracked his brain, and then he had to deal with other's pity. He didn't need it. To keep up the cold and sneering façade was now the only thing left to do, so they couldn't see the many painful thoughts racing though his mind.
Draco's thoughts stopped, as Flint uttered another word of anger towards him as he tried to catch up with the rest of the team.
Draco mounted his broom again, obeying Flint's commands of perfection.
It felt good to be flying again.
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Harry, Ron, and Hermione finally persuaded Madam Pomfrey to let Harry out of the Infirmary after another hour, and they walked gratefully down the corridor.
"Harry, this Malfoy situation is getting more and more confusing! We've sunk so low as to investigate papers in his pocket and why he's fainting in class! What's next? Solving the mystery of why he's not wearing the same tie two days in a row?!" exclaimed Ron.
"Ignore him Harry, Malfoy probably fainted becau-" Hermione was interrupted by Ron's exasperated sigh.
"Shut up, Ron!" she tossed out angrily. She resumed her discussion with Harry, "Could it be because of a dark mark?"
"I told you, it was probably the potion that knocked him out, Hermione! He's too young to be a Death-Eater, all of the ones I saw were pushing forty! Would Voldemort put his trust in a child?" Harry explained.
"He might! You never know." said Hermione with a calculating look gracing her face.
"I can't even really say that it's doubtful, we'll never find a word of logic behind all of that evil." Harry stated with venom only thoughts of Voldemort could conjure.
"Very true," agreed Hermione, "I don't suppose he was ever really sane, was he? I mean, he was killing from when he was as old as we were! I don't think I could ever be able to handle the guilt of killing someone...
"Oh who cares! Enough with the mysteries! Let's focus on what we KNOW!" burst Ron, "MALFOY'S A FILTHY LAZY SCUMMY DEATH EATER!"
"SSH! Ron! Let's not be too one-sided here." answered Hermione in her smooth tone of voice.
"Well well well, what do we have here?" a voice rang out amusedly from above them.
They directed their attention upward, to see the face of none other than Marcus Flint, the Slytherin Quidditch Team captain. Next to him was Val. She had her eyebrow raised, but whether it was directed at them or Flint, they couldn't tell.
"What do you want, Flint?!" demanded Ron.
"Oh, nothing much really. Just wanted to inform you that YOUR PUNY LITTLE GRYFFINDOR HIDES ARE GOING TO BE BEATEN TO A PULP TOMMORROW'S MATCH!' the ambitious glint was back in his eyes again, so bright that it could have made Voldemort's red glare look dull.
"I doubt that, being you've never beaten our team yet." said Hermione, battling Flint's ambitious glint with her McGonagall glint.
"OH, BUT WE WILL BEAT YOU THIS TIME AROUND, GRANGER. MARK MY WORDS!" this time the glint was paired up with an evil grin, it was pretty scary.
"You won't beat us at anything Flint, you failed three years in a row! You were supposed to have a JOB three years ago! Not be some foul, lazy, cheating, Quidditch captain!" Hermione shouted.
Flint couldn't retaliate to this one, the glint in his eye faded away, the moment of self-confidence gone as fast as it had come. His clenched fist was shaking with rage, slowly pulling back, preparing for a heavy punch. She was going to pay for that one.
"YOU FILTHY MUDBLOOD- eh?" Val was holding on the back of his robes. He spun around angrily.
"She's not worth it, Flint!! Come on, our friends are waiting for us." Val stated blatantly. She was glaring at the trio. And with that, she ran off to the Slytherin Common rooms with Marcus already a mile ahead of her.
"I thought Lethon was smarter than that." said Hermione, shaking her head, "Hanging out with failures like that Flint..."
"Maybe she's not doing it out of friendship..." answered Harry, "Flint's captain, she might have gotten on the team, and was coming back from a practice. She IS from Durmstrang, I'll bet Flint'd do anything to get her on the team."
"OH NO... WE'RE GOING TO BE FLATTENED!" cried Ron, "I'll bet you a thousand galleons that all Durmstrang students have to be REALLY awesome at Quidditch! We're going to lose...."
"No, Ron. We'll win, I promise you. And there's no chance that Malfoy will ever beat me to the snitch." Harry assured him.
"And Val shouldn't be all that awesome either. Just because Viktor went to her school doesn't mean she can't be bad at Quidditch." Hermione stated, as if she were a talking encyclopedia.
"Yeah..." replied Harry, "Gryffindor should win, our new keeper is really cool."
"Who is it?" Ron begged for knowledge.
"Dean Thomas! No one ever knew he was good at Quidditch until he tried out! He was super! I swear!" Exclaimed Harry.
"Whoa, that's cool. I can't wait for the match! It'll be hilarious to see Malfoy's face when he sees that even getting a player from Durmstrang can't help them!" said Ron happily.
"I must admit, that WILL be funny. I want even more to see the look on Lethon's face when she finds that the Slytherin team are a bunch of crazed cheaters!" announced Hermione with a mischevious grin, "She'll soon regret being sorted into Slytherin!"
"I'll bet, especcially when Fred and George "Accidentally" send a few bludgers her way!" Chimed in Ron, "Flint's got himself a little soft spot, doesn't he? One word about him failing, and he's about ready to attack Hermione!"
"Definitely. If it weren't for Val, Hermione would be in the infirmary with Pomfrey!" agreed Harry.
Hermione nodded at this as they strode over to the portrait of the Fat Lady.
"Malfoy's a Dolt." she said clearly, the portrait swung open, and they stepped inside.
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Val found Blaise in the Girl's dormatories
"Hey Blaise!" Val called, Blaise was writing in a notebook.
Blaise was obviously annoyed, " 'Hey' to you too, so what happened at practice?"
"Oh nothing, Flint's only expecting me to be exactly like Viktor Krum!" Val half-shouted sarcastically.
"Really? That failure's pushing YOU around?" Blaise snickered.
"My thoughts exactly! I didn't even know that he had failed 3 times in a ROW! Nothing's wrong with it, just he needs to stop bothering me and start understanding his Arithmancy!" Val complained.
"I agree," answered Blaise, "but I doubt he will, the arse."
"Yeah, definitely. But I agree with one thing he said- those Gryffindors will be wishing they were never born after tomorrow's match!" Val said, a grin plastered to her face.
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A/N- Okay! The next chapter will be the Quidditch Match! Feel free to leave me any questions or comments! Tell me if I'm focusing too much on certain characters when I shouldn't be, or if I had an error with some of the materials of the book! It'd help me so much, Thank you all!
~Quicksilver Fallen~