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Light of Darkness
That day, Draco sat on his porch, coldly sipping some butterbeer from a cup at his hand. He wore only his shorts, a small towel slung over his shoulder. The boy watched the sun set slowly on the horizon and grimaced. Guessing he was tired from Rumina's whining, he strolled calmly to his bed.
The last rays of sunlight disappeared beneath the mountain, and the sky became dark.
Draco suddenly doubled over, clutching at his gut. Thousands of slugs started pouring out of his mouth, and he felt dizzy and light headed. His knees collapsed, and he hung onto his bedpost to avoid flopping onto his face.
A single rat scuttled from its perch on his windowsill.
Everything rushed back at him. What had happened? What was happening? His legs felt leaden, and his arms felt like they weighed a tonne. How was Hermione? Had he seen her today?
He couldn't remember anything...did...did Rumina cry? He felt another wave of guilt for his young sister. She didn't deserve any of this. She shouldn't have been a Malfoy. He grunted as another memory took hold of him.
The deatheaters...they had rushed them..
Draco couldn't remember anything else, it was all blank...he concentrated hard on his thoughts, and remembered liquid...pain...
A potion?
Draco suddenly curled up as his body was wracked with another convulsion of slugs. How did he get these spells on him? His eyes narrowed in hate. It must have been Lucius. Darn it!
He hated that man.
Draco released his hold on the bed, and started to drag himself on his stomach to his bookshelf. There must be something on the dark arts in there, he thought to himself, grimacing as the cold stone floor contacted his bare chest.
Desperately he reached the bottom of his bookcase. He could see the dark blue book on forbidden potions on the bottom shelf; so close, yet so far away. If he could just reach...
Draco's head slumped back onto the stones of the floor, his eyes rolled back into his head. A dark cut appeared above his shoulder, the flesh around it becoming pink with infection.
~*~
"The boy is trying to fight it, master." Wormtail said nervously, glancing around the room.
"But he cannot. The Diudominus is too strong for a mere boy to overpower, he is merely punished, besides, he cannot do anything at night." The snake- faced man answered sneeringly. Wormtail's eyes darted around.
"Yes, yes, you are always right, master, how foolish of me, how foolish." Voldemort nodded in agreement, then paused. He thought for a moment.
"What about the Head Girl? How is she doing?"
"Well master." Wormtail started to explain.
~*~
Hermione sat cross-legged on her bed, checking over her suitcases. She had already finished packing a long time ago, and nonchalantly riffled around her clothes. Tomorrow she was going to board the Hogwarts express for her last year at The School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
She blew a strand of hair from her eyes, and glanced at her watch. 8 o' clock. Great, Hermione thought. The sun must be finally setting. Darn that sunlight. It made each day last so much longer.
She stood up on her bed, dusting off her pants.
Suddenly she lost her balance, and fell off the bed. She nicked her eyebrow on the corner of her bureau drawer.
"You have fun tomorrow!" Her dad tucked his head in past the door to check up on her. His eyes gleamed with expectance, as he watched his daughter.
Hermione snapped her head back up, blood running down past her eyes and dripping past her cheek. A sudden look of realization hit her, and she struggled back to a sitting position. Everything that had happened. It hadn't been a dream.
Hermione turned her bitter gaze back at her father. He stood in the same position, eyes watching the effects of the potion.
"Leave." She said quietly, voice deadly quiet.
"I don't think so, my daughter." He answered, grinning.
"Leave." She repeated, teeth clenched. Shooting pains shot up and down her spine, and she couldn't seem to move. What kind of spell was this?
Her dad stared at her.
"Concito." Hermione growled low in her throat, pain throbbing inside her soul. Her dad flew violently backwards, out of her room. He slammed against the wall, eyes glazed over.
Hermione frowned grimly. He deserved it.
Her wand fell out of her weak hand and rolled underneath the floor. Hermione slumped in the ground in defeat.
Her heart felt it was going to explode. She had to sleep...to sleeppp...she felt exhausted. Maybe, just maybe, she could rest her eyes...
No.
Hermione forced herself back into a half reclining position. Her eyes bloodshot and her breath coming fast.
"Voldemort," she growled, for once using his first name. "Voldemort. I don't know what you did, but I promise you, I promise you that you will be gone before I am." The last word ended in a gutteral choke, as Hermione fell back onto the floor, unconscious.
~*~
'Trini clasped her hands in her lap, fidgeting. Should she tell him? Should she? She just didn't know. He had been acting so strange lately...did he find out? But there was no way, she tried to calm herself, hands still fidgeting in her lap. Yes? No? Yes?
Yes. She would tell him. She would, she was sure of it.
"Katrina?" Her husband rounded the corner, a bruise forming at his brow. Katrina withdrew a breath of air.
"Oh my goodness, George, are you alright?" She raced to his side. He sat in a chair, cradling his head in his palm. "George?" She asked again, trying to get a closer look at his injury.
"Go AWAY, WOMAN!!" He suddenly screamed at her, voice cracking. Katrina's eyes filled with tears, but suddenly deciding, she ran a hand down his cheek. He instantly calmed, and started to close his eyelids.
"I'm so tired, 'Trini."
"Shh, now, just sleep, okay?" Katrina sat down beside her husband, and laid his head on her lap. "Shh.." Tears started dripping from her eyes, and fell on her husband's closed eyelids.
No, it wasn't time to tell him.
Katrina watched, sniffling, as the bruise on his eyebrow disappeared rapidly.
No.
It wasn't the time to tell him she was a Rellwing.
No.
And it wasn't the time to tell him that Hermione...
...that Hermione might not be his.
Katrina closed her eyes, and turned her face to the ceiling.
"Please forgive me." She whispered to her husband's sleeping form, and collapsed in his chest, weeping her heart out.
~*~
A/N: that's all for now!!1
TOOTLES until next CHAPPIE!! REVIEW!!!!! :DDDDDDDDDDDD
Heehee..whoa for a while there I didn't updatez for a whilez..
Hey u guys tell me if I'm dragging out this DIUDOMINUS POTION MYSTERY thing out too much, and I'll speed it up!! Kaysie?
Draco Lover: You Are SOO RIGHT!!!! Tests ARE BAD!! Argh.*shakes fist @ the person who invented tests* heehee.review, review, review! :)
Light of Darkness
That day, Draco sat on his porch, coldly sipping some butterbeer from a cup at his hand. He wore only his shorts, a small towel slung over his shoulder. The boy watched the sun set slowly on the horizon and grimaced. Guessing he was tired from Rumina's whining, he strolled calmly to his bed.
The last rays of sunlight disappeared beneath the mountain, and the sky became dark.
Draco suddenly doubled over, clutching at his gut. Thousands of slugs started pouring out of his mouth, and he felt dizzy and light headed. His knees collapsed, and he hung onto his bedpost to avoid flopping onto his face.
A single rat scuttled from its perch on his windowsill.
Everything rushed back at him. What had happened? What was happening? His legs felt leaden, and his arms felt like they weighed a tonne. How was Hermione? Had he seen her today?
He couldn't remember anything...did...did Rumina cry? He felt another wave of guilt for his young sister. She didn't deserve any of this. She shouldn't have been a Malfoy. He grunted as another memory took hold of him.
The deatheaters...they had rushed them..
Draco couldn't remember anything else, it was all blank...he concentrated hard on his thoughts, and remembered liquid...pain...
A potion?
Draco suddenly curled up as his body was wracked with another convulsion of slugs. How did he get these spells on him? His eyes narrowed in hate. It must have been Lucius. Darn it!
He hated that man.
Draco released his hold on the bed, and started to drag himself on his stomach to his bookshelf. There must be something on the dark arts in there, he thought to himself, grimacing as the cold stone floor contacted his bare chest.
Desperately he reached the bottom of his bookcase. He could see the dark blue book on forbidden potions on the bottom shelf; so close, yet so far away. If he could just reach...
Draco's head slumped back onto the stones of the floor, his eyes rolled back into his head. A dark cut appeared above his shoulder, the flesh around it becoming pink with infection.
~*~
"The boy is trying to fight it, master." Wormtail said nervously, glancing around the room.
"But he cannot. The Diudominus is too strong for a mere boy to overpower, he is merely punished, besides, he cannot do anything at night." The snake- faced man answered sneeringly. Wormtail's eyes darted around.
"Yes, yes, you are always right, master, how foolish of me, how foolish." Voldemort nodded in agreement, then paused. He thought for a moment.
"What about the Head Girl? How is she doing?"
"Well master." Wormtail started to explain.
~*~
Hermione sat cross-legged on her bed, checking over her suitcases. She had already finished packing a long time ago, and nonchalantly riffled around her clothes. Tomorrow she was going to board the Hogwarts express for her last year at The School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
She blew a strand of hair from her eyes, and glanced at her watch. 8 o' clock. Great, Hermione thought. The sun must be finally setting. Darn that sunlight. It made each day last so much longer.
She stood up on her bed, dusting off her pants.
Suddenly she lost her balance, and fell off the bed. She nicked her eyebrow on the corner of her bureau drawer.
"You have fun tomorrow!" Her dad tucked his head in past the door to check up on her. His eyes gleamed with expectance, as he watched his daughter.
Hermione snapped her head back up, blood running down past her eyes and dripping past her cheek. A sudden look of realization hit her, and she struggled back to a sitting position. Everything that had happened. It hadn't been a dream.
Hermione turned her bitter gaze back at her father. He stood in the same position, eyes watching the effects of the potion.
"Leave." She said quietly, voice deadly quiet.
"I don't think so, my daughter." He answered, grinning.
"Leave." She repeated, teeth clenched. Shooting pains shot up and down her spine, and she couldn't seem to move. What kind of spell was this?
Her dad stared at her.
"Concito." Hermione growled low in her throat, pain throbbing inside her soul. Her dad flew violently backwards, out of her room. He slammed against the wall, eyes glazed over.
Hermione frowned grimly. He deserved it.
Her wand fell out of her weak hand and rolled underneath the floor. Hermione slumped in the ground in defeat.
Her heart felt it was going to explode. She had to sleep...to sleeppp...she felt exhausted. Maybe, just maybe, she could rest her eyes...
No.
Hermione forced herself back into a half reclining position. Her eyes bloodshot and her breath coming fast.
"Voldemort," she growled, for once using his first name. "Voldemort. I don't know what you did, but I promise you, I promise you that you will be gone before I am." The last word ended in a gutteral choke, as Hermione fell back onto the floor, unconscious.
~*~
'Trini clasped her hands in her lap, fidgeting. Should she tell him? Should she? She just didn't know. He had been acting so strange lately...did he find out? But there was no way, she tried to calm herself, hands still fidgeting in her lap. Yes? No? Yes?
Yes. She would tell him. She would, she was sure of it.
"Katrina?" Her husband rounded the corner, a bruise forming at his brow. Katrina withdrew a breath of air.
"Oh my goodness, George, are you alright?" She raced to his side. He sat in a chair, cradling his head in his palm. "George?" She asked again, trying to get a closer look at his injury.
"Go AWAY, WOMAN!!" He suddenly screamed at her, voice cracking. Katrina's eyes filled with tears, but suddenly deciding, she ran a hand down his cheek. He instantly calmed, and started to close his eyelids.
"I'm so tired, 'Trini."
"Shh, now, just sleep, okay?" Katrina sat down beside her husband, and laid his head on her lap. "Shh.." Tears started dripping from her eyes, and fell on her husband's closed eyelids.
No, it wasn't time to tell him.
Katrina watched, sniffling, as the bruise on his eyebrow disappeared rapidly.
No.
It wasn't the time to tell him she was a Rellwing.
No.
And it wasn't the time to tell him that Hermione...
...that Hermione might not be his.
Katrina closed her eyes, and turned her face to the ceiling.
"Please forgive me." She whispered to her husband's sleeping form, and collapsed in his chest, weeping her heart out.
~*~
A/N: that's all for now!!1
TOOTLES until next CHAPPIE!! REVIEW!!!!! :DDDDDDDDDDDD
