A/N: I think I have 10,000 words after I post this chappie!!! WOOhhooo!
*waves small pro-dkc flag* :DD yay!! Go ten grand words!!!
Er....i'm hopin' that made sense..
ARGH!! Can YOU BeLieVe my French teacher??? She gave us SOOO much HMWK!! And she keeps saying we have to catch up!! TO What?? I ask you? Ackkkk.. *waves fist @ various teachers*
Ah wells..BACk to RevieWerS!!!
Chrissy: Wow, thx!! *smiles widely* heeeheee.thank you, read again *apu nahasapenapetilan? accent*
Felicity: I've got another chappie up now, so read oN!!! :DDD
WolfSapphire200: :) yes sir! (madam) not sure which! I have ze next chappie!
Crystalline Lily: Just to prove I'm not EVIL...lol...I'm gonna end this chappie only as a PARTIAL cliffie, and not a CRAZIE annoying cliffie.:)
Draco Lover: my faithful reviewer (lolz) alright next chappie is UP!! :) :) :)
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OkEE...have fun READING! :)
~*~
Light of Darkness
Hermione sat bolt upright, madly opening her eyes in a second. Where was she? Her frantic gaze searched the room. She was in her bedroom? Hermione squinted her eyes at the clock, and shook her head to clear it.
5:48 AM.
Had it all been a dream?
Groggily, Hermione rolled herself out of her bed, and walked out onto her balcony. As a child, she had loved to watch the sunrise, and Hermione positioned herself comfortably on her porch chair.
The rising of the sun began to calm Hermione down, and seemed to spirit all her worries away. By the time the cheery sun had made it from behind the mountains, Hermione was humming a tune. Skating, capture, it all seemed to be so far away, tucked into a minute part of her mind where it would never be heard of again.
If anybody had seen her, they would have sworn her eyes were shining red. But then, they would have blamed it on the sunlight.
~*~
Draco sauntered his way into Madame Malkim's everyday dress robes, holding tightly onto a hand that clung to his own.
"Drako? Yu know what? I'm going to be just like yous when I grow up." His little sister looked up at him, smiling innocently, two front teeth missing. She was five. Draco wanted to grin, but instead, he was gripped by an uncontrollable desire to scoff at his sister's face.
"Rumina," he started, using her full name, "You know how little I care about what you say? You're just an annoying inconvenience to me. You are an insignificant brat, who can't even pronounce my name correctly." She started to cry, and Draco was stunned. What had made him say that? Was that him?
He knew he was missing something, and buried himself deeper in his thoughts, brow creased. But it was no use, his thoughts were surrounded by a shroud of haziness, and he couldn't seem to focus. He knew there was something, he just had to find the ke-
His thoughts were interrupted by the appearance of Potty and his crew. Draco felt slightly guilty that his sister was crying beside him. Old witches walking by shook their heads at him disapprovingly.
Draco ignored them, but couldn't seem to bring himself to comfort Rumina. He frowned, but couldn't seem to move his body. Draco started stuggling within himself, but his body did not move, and the calm façade on his face did not change.
"Come on." He heard himself order, closing his hand over his sister's arm and yanking her into the shop. "Even though I have to 'show you around' Diagon alley doesn't mean I have to cater to your every wish."
Rumina twisted her wrist in his iron grip, teeth clenched and rivers of tears running from her eyes.
"Draco!" the boy groaned, and turned to see the Boy Who Lived To Cheese Him Off. "Let go of that girl!" Draco felt his lips turn out into a smile.
"Yeah? And what are you going to do if I don't?"
~*~
"Mister Potter!" Snape had turned around the corner of Knockturn alley, and was now holding the BWL(boy who lived) by his ear. "What exactly were you trying to do?"
Draco stood smugly in front of them, releasing his hold on his wailing sister and crossing his arms in front of his chest. Suprisingly, he was unscathed, and didn't seem to be affected by the spells that Harry sent at him. His wand remained in his hand, and he wasn't spitting out slugs on all fours.
Harry on the other hand, had lost. His wand lay a few feet away from him, his hair was frizzled, and he was locked in a total body curse.
Presently Harry stared at the slimy face of Snape and gulped. His mouth was also magicked shut.
"Oh please, Potter." Snape said exasperatedly, loosening his hold on Harry's ear. "Finite Incantem!" (A/N: actually I'm not too sure if that's right, so if it's not, feel free to tell me! :)) Harry gasped for air like a fish, intense green eyes widening with relief. Draco snickered at his arch enemy. Snape turned his gaze on Draco.
"What are you trying to do?" His eyes were flashing with anger. "If it were any other teacher you would be expelled!" Harry took a step back in surprise. Since when did Snape go around protecting Gryffindors? Draco also looked taken aback for a moment.
Then he smiled.
It was a horrible one, more horrible that Harry had ever seen him have. It looked like...Voldemort's grin. Harry blinked rapidly. His head was spinning. For an instant he was sure Draco's eyes had turned red.
"Move along, Severus." The blond now ordered, his voice dripping with authority. "Move along, Severus, if you value your skin. Before I tell the Dark Lord. Run." He smiled again, teeth flashing in the summer sun.
It was Snape's turn to look surprise. His eyes bulged out dangerously from their sockets, and Harry took another step backwards. Suddenly Snape visibly relaxed, and squinted at Draco for an instant, thoughtful.
With a flourish, the oily-haired man swept away.
~*~
"DID you see that?" Harry asked Hermione and Ron.
"What?" Ron asked, rubbing his ear with a hand. "Just seeing Snape hold you by the ear made mine hurt." Harry frowned at him and continued.
"No, really, you two, did you see Malfoy's eyes turn red?" Hermione's eyes snapped up to look at him. Ron kept scratching at his ear.
"You guys, really, my ear hurts." He told them-if it was at all possible, and I think it was-senilely. Hermione ignored him. Harry looked briefly at his perfectly normal ear before he turned his gaze back to Hermione.
"Did you?"
"What?" Hermione asked irritably.
"See that his eyes were red." Harry answered carefully.
"No. Anything wrong with that?" She asked, challenging. Harry glanced briefly at Ron, with a "Somebody Woke Up On The Wrong Side Of The Bed Today" look. Ron continued to rub his ear, and Harry rolled his eyes unnoticeably.
"No, nothing, Hermione." He answered casually and tentatively. Hermione nodded, and continued with the conversation as if nothing had happened.
~*~
"That boy!" the man slammed his fist on his stone dais angrily.
"What is it, master?" A cowering figure beside him asked nervously, bald head shining in the torchlight.
"He is a nuisance! How am I supposed to act civil to that idiot!?" His red eyes snapped angrily.
"You are perfect master, you can do anything." The crouching man said forlornly, his blue energy hand touching his master's boot.
"Do Not lay your GRImy fingers on me, Wormtail!" The man on the dais shouted, kicking his servant in the chin, and sending him backwards. Wormtail hit the wall with a muted exclamation of pain.
"I'm sorry master," he gasped out, eyes gleaming and flickering about the room. Voldemort nodded curtly, and sent a silencing charm toward Wormtail.
"Now, about Snape and his disloyalty..." Voldemort's chuckles echoed around the room and up through the chimney.
Smoke winded out slowly from the mountain top.
~*~
A/N: WHAT is this Diudominus potion?? What is with the RED eyes??? Will the Boy Who Lived To Solve Crazy Mysteries Like The One In My Story be able to solve the crazy mystery in my story???
Er...blame that on too many tests...
Anyways, REVIEW!!!!! :)
Er....i'm hopin' that made sense..
ARGH!! Can YOU BeLieVe my French teacher??? She gave us SOOO much HMWK!! And she keeps saying we have to catch up!! TO What?? I ask you? Ackkkk.. *waves fist @ various teachers*
Ah wells..BACk to RevieWerS!!!
Chrissy: Wow, thx!! *smiles widely* heeeheee.thank you, read again *apu nahasapenapetilan? accent*
Felicity: I've got another chappie up now, so read oN!!! :DDD
WolfSapphire200: :) yes sir! (madam) not sure which! I have ze next chappie!
Crystalline Lily: Just to prove I'm not EVIL...lol...I'm gonna end this chappie only as a PARTIAL cliffie, and not a CRAZIE annoying cliffie.:)
Draco Lover: my faithful reviewer (lolz) alright next chappie is UP!! :) :) :)
Evillalmanotlamma(frogs: hey hey hey! I can write ur name without looking!! *bows snootily* hehe...so many reviews from u too!!! *smiles even wider, if that's humanly possible.*
OkEE...have fun READING! :)
~*~
Light of Darkness
Hermione sat bolt upright, madly opening her eyes in a second. Where was she? Her frantic gaze searched the room. She was in her bedroom? Hermione squinted her eyes at the clock, and shook her head to clear it.
5:48 AM.
Had it all been a dream?
Groggily, Hermione rolled herself out of her bed, and walked out onto her balcony. As a child, she had loved to watch the sunrise, and Hermione positioned herself comfortably on her porch chair.
The rising of the sun began to calm Hermione down, and seemed to spirit all her worries away. By the time the cheery sun had made it from behind the mountains, Hermione was humming a tune. Skating, capture, it all seemed to be so far away, tucked into a minute part of her mind where it would never be heard of again.
If anybody had seen her, they would have sworn her eyes were shining red. But then, they would have blamed it on the sunlight.
~*~
Draco sauntered his way into Madame Malkim's everyday dress robes, holding tightly onto a hand that clung to his own.
"Drako? Yu know what? I'm going to be just like yous when I grow up." His little sister looked up at him, smiling innocently, two front teeth missing. She was five. Draco wanted to grin, but instead, he was gripped by an uncontrollable desire to scoff at his sister's face.
"Rumina," he started, using her full name, "You know how little I care about what you say? You're just an annoying inconvenience to me. You are an insignificant brat, who can't even pronounce my name correctly." She started to cry, and Draco was stunned. What had made him say that? Was that him?
He knew he was missing something, and buried himself deeper in his thoughts, brow creased. But it was no use, his thoughts were surrounded by a shroud of haziness, and he couldn't seem to focus. He knew there was something, he just had to find the ke-
His thoughts were interrupted by the appearance of Potty and his crew. Draco felt slightly guilty that his sister was crying beside him. Old witches walking by shook their heads at him disapprovingly.
Draco ignored them, but couldn't seem to bring himself to comfort Rumina. He frowned, but couldn't seem to move his body. Draco started stuggling within himself, but his body did not move, and the calm façade on his face did not change.
"Come on." He heard himself order, closing his hand over his sister's arm and yanking her into the shop. "Even though I have to 'show you around' Diagon alley doesn't mean I have to cater to your every wish."
Rumina twisted her wrist in his iron grip, teeth clenched and rivers of tears running from her eyes.
"Draco!" the boy groaned, and turned to see the Boy Who Lived To Cheese Him Off. "Let go of that girl!" Draco felt his lips turn out into a smile.
"Yeah? And what are you going to do if I don't?"
~*~
"Mister Potter!" Snape had turned around the corner of Knockturn alley, and was now holding the BWL(boy who lived) by his ear. "What exactly were you trying to do?"
Draco stood smugly in front of them, releasing his hold on his wailing sister and crossing his arms in front of his chest. Suprisingly, he was unscathed, and didn't seem to be affected by the spells that Harry sent at him. His wand remained in his hand, and he wasn't spitting out slugs on all fours.
Harry on the other hand, had lost. His wand lay a few feet away from him, his hair was frizzled, and he was locked in a total body curse.
Presently Harry stared at the slimy face of Snape and gulped. His mouth was also magicked shut.
"Oh please, Potter." Snape said exasperatedly, loosening his hold on Harry's ear. "Finite Incantem!" (A/N: actually I'm not too sure if that's right, so if it's not, feel free to tell me! :)) Harry gasped for air like a fish, intense green eyes widening with relief. Draco snickered at his arch enemy. Snape turned his gaze on Draco.
"What are you trying to do?" His eyes were flashing with anger. "If it were any other teacher you would be expelled!" Harry took a step back in surprise. Since when did Snape go around protecting Gryffindors? Draco also looked taken aback for a moment.
Then he smiled.
It was a horrible one, more horrible that Harry had ever seen him have. It looked like...Voldemort's grin. Harry blinked rapidly. His head was spinning. For an instant he was sure Draco's eyes had turned red.
"Move along, Severus." The blond now ordered, his voice dripping with authority. "Move along, Severus, if you value your skin. Before I tell the Dark Lord. Run." He smiled again, teeth flashing in the summer sun.
It was Snape's turn to look surprise. His eyes bulged out dangerously from their sockets, and Harry took another step backwards. Suddenly Snape visibly relaxed, and squinted at Draco for an instant, thoughtful.
With a flourish, the oily-haired man swept away.
~*~
"DID you see that?" Harry asked Hermione and Ron.
"What?" Ron asked, rubbing his ear with a hand. "Just seeing Snape hold you by the ear made mine hurt." Harry frowned at him and continued.
"No, really, you two, did you see Malfoy's eyes turn red?" Hermione's eyes snapped up to look at him. Ron kept scratching at his ear.
"You guys, really, my ear hurts." He told them-if it was at all possible, and I think it was-senilely. Hermione ignored him. Harry looked briefly at his perfectly normal ear before he turned his gaze back to Hermione.
"Did you?"
"What?" Hermione asked irritably.
"See that his eyes were red." Harry answered carefully.
"No. Anything wrong with that?" She asked, challenging. Harry glanced briefly at Ron, with a "Somebody Woke Up On The Wrong Side Of The Bed Today" look. Ron continued to rub his ear, and Harry rolled his eyes unnoticeably.
"No, nothing, Hermione." He answered casually and tentatively. Hermione nodded, and continued with the conversation as if nothing had happened.
~*~
"That boy!" the man slammed his fist on his stone dais angrily.
"What is it, master?" A cowering figure beside him asked nervously, bald head shining in the torchlight.
"He is a nuisance! How am I supposed to act civil to that idiot!?" His red eyes snapped angrily.
"You are perfect master, you can do anything." The crouching man said forlornly, his blue energy hand touching his master's boot.
"Do Not lay your GRImy fingers on me, Wormtail!" The man on the dais shouted, kicking his servant in the chin, and sending him backwards. Wormtail hit the wall with a muted exclamation of pain.
"I'm sorry master," he gasped out, eyes gleaming and flickering about the room. Voldemort nodded curtly, and sent a silencing charm toward Wormtail.
"Now, about Snape and his disloyalty..." Voldemort's chuckles echoed around the room and up through the chimney.
Smoke winded out slowly from the mountain top.
~*~
A/N: WHAT is this Diudominus potion?? What is with the RED eyes??? Will the Boy Who Lived To Solve Crazy Mysteries Like The One In My Story be able to solve the crazy mystery in my story???
Er...blame that on too many tests...
Anyways, REVIEW!!!!! :)
