Chapter 5: The Road to Destruction
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A/N: Are you ready for a dark chapter..I hope so.
~*~
The dark months of winter came and went. It was now well into the month of
April. Ireland was now really a land of very lush green, and it was a
beautiful place to behold. Hermione had grown to love this place. The
mansion was almost like her home.
However, there was no sign of the Death Eaters. None. Nada. Also everything
seemed very normal. Too normal actually. Everyone seemed so content living
at Desdemona's mansion. Hermione began to push her worries aside. Maybe
everything was really okay. The Death Eaters hadn't found them, and maybe
even there were Aurors who were ready to capture them.
It was a rainy afternoon, and Hermione was sitting with everyone in the
parlor. Draco seemed unusually distant. He had been very quiet for the past
week. Hermione wasn't sure why. He usually never shut up.
Draco was currently staring out the window. He seemed to be very deep in
thought about something, but Hermione had no clue what it could possibly
be. Nothing horrible was happening, so why should he be all upset?
Hermione slowly approached him and bit her lip nervously, "Something up?"
"Where are they?" Draco whispered softly, "Where the hell are they?"
Ginny was sitting next to Harry on the plush couch. At first she was too
busy flirting with Harry to notice anything else. She raised an eyebrow at
Draco, "Where are who?"
Draco spun around and snapped, "The Death Eaters! Who else, stupid?!?"
Ginny scowled, and Harry glared, "Don't call my girlfriend stupid, Malfoy!"
Draco rolled his eyes, "Whatever, Potter. I am going to head to my room
there is nothing to do here! I sick and tired of watching you assholes
pretend like everything is okay."
"Cool it, Draco." Pansy snarled, "There is no reason to flip out like this.
Do you want your father to come prancing in here right now?"
Draco rolled his eyes, and didn't say a word. Instead, he just left the
parlor with fury on his face. Hermione frowned. He didn't have a reason to
be so angry. What? Did he want the Death Eaters to come back? "I apologize
for his behavior," Hermione grumbled.
"Don't worry about it!" Ginny said cheerfully, "So, who thinks we should go
out today? I don't mind the rain!"
~*~*~
"Now, Draco, what is the matter? You seem all flustered."
Draco grumbled nastily, "Ms. Entraila, I am not really feeling well. I
think I am going to head up to my room, and skip the brunch we were going
to have this afternoon."
Desdemona frowned, "What exactly is the problem, Draco? You look perfectly
fine to me. You know how long I have been planning for us to have this
brunch to have together. You should go. I see nothing wrong with you. You
are fine."
Draco scowled angrily, "I am not fine! I can't fucking stand this! Damn
it!"
"Watch your mouth, young man!" Desdemona snapped. "I will not allow that
language in this house!"
Draco rolled his eyes, and stormed furiously away. He couldn't sit here and
wait around anymore. His sister's murderer was still out there, and he
couldn't help but think of Jewel's death every single day. It was like a
horrible nightmare that followed him everywhere. Draco couldn't stand the
pain of his sister's death. Sure, everyone thought he was recovering. But
he wasn't. He never would.
Draco finally made it up to his room, and he slammed the door. He didn't
care about how loud he slammed it. Draco laid down on his bed and began to
think about why exactly he was so furious at everyone. It wasn't their
fault everything went wrong.
~*~*~
Desdemona glared and folded her arms, "Your son, Narcissa, has been
absolutely disrespectful."
Narcissa sipped her tea idly, and wasn't really concerned with what
Desdemona had to say. All Desdemona did was complain and complain.
Personally, Narcissa was sick of it. "Well," Desdemona snapped loudly, "I
think that Draco should learn some manners and learn them quickly!"
Narcissa shrugged, "He has been through a whole lot. Please make an effort
to understand that. Okay?"
"He also insisted on skipping my well-planned brunch. That I will not
tolerate," Desdemona continued, "He must go!"
Narcissa snapped, "The boy has been through hell a dozen times in the past
year, please, make an allowance for him and let him do as he chooses."
Desdemona glared and muttered, "Fine!"
She left Narcissa, and seemed to be very furious. "She is making an awfully
big deal about this." Narcissa mumbled.
Narcissa rolled her eyes, and put her teacup on the table. She thought that
Desdemona could be way too emotional at times. "Maybe Draco will do her a
favor by acting like this."
~*~*~
**Draco was running as fast as he could. The blood was pounding in his
ears. How could he let something so horrible happen? It was his entire
fault, and Draco really wished that he could do something, anything, to
turn back time, and change what he did. "Damn it," Draco muttered under his
breath, "My life sucks more and more with each day. Oh, what have I done? I
should be killed for my stupidity!"
Then he saw her standing in the distance. Her long brown curls were blowing
in the wind, and she seemed so peacefully, even though it was a time of
chaos. She turned around, and stared at him with her innocent brown eyes.
Her eyes shown with love and affection, but she whimpered sadly, "Run!
Now!"
Then it happened. A dark figure appeared from nowhere, and stabbed her
brutally. She let out a tiny gasp, and fell to the ground limply. The Devil
had returned from his lair, and was ready to kill all that stood in his way
of total domination.
Draco sprinted forward, and knelt down beside her. Everything seemed to be
going in slow motion, even though the horror lasted only for a second. The
sinister person laughed, "Now look at this. You lost your precious mudblood
friend. You should have listened to me. How foolish are you!"
Draco couldn't find the right words. Was his love dead? How could this
possibly be? So much had happened to him, but anything was better than this
torture. His eyes filled up with tears, "Y-You monster!"
"Don't talk back to me, you disrespectful boy!"
Draco lifted his fallen companion up gently, and stroked her cheek. She
opened her eyes slowly, and Draco could see that there were tears in them,
probably from the intense pain that she was feeling. Draco cried, "You are
going to be okay. Hang in there."
"I-I-I'll try. Please, forgive me."
The figure snarled, "If only you would've have listened. Look what you've
done now! What will everyone think? I believe you are going to be in a lot
of trouble, you murderer."
Draco suddenly snapped, "It wasn't my fault!! None of it! How d-d-dare
you?!? You think killing people makes you so noble. Well, guess what. I
won't listen to you, and this is my fucking life. You can't control it,
bastard!"
"We'll see."
Then Draco felt a white-hot pain that was worse the many curses that had
been used on him before. The figure had stabbed him, and brutally too, far
worse then ever seen. Draco clutched his stomach to try and soften the pain
that made him sick. He felt dizzy, and his vision was blurred. Was this
what death was all about? Pain and suffering? Was this it?
"So here ends your heroic tale," the cold voice said icily, "How do you
feel, worthless scum?"
"Never been better. I won't let you have the satisfaction of viewing me die
painfully." Draco murmured as he collapsed onto the ground, "I will
die..with..."
Draco looked over at the girl lying next to him. She seemed to be in a
great deal of pain as well. She began to cry softly, and Draco wanted
nothing more then to hold her.
Draco smirked at his killer, and turned back to his best friend, and he
laid his hand on hers, "I love you."
"I love y-y-you too..."
Then all was black.
~*~*~
Draco sat straight up in his bed and shook his head. It seemed that
nightmares were happening around this place more often then before. Draco
grumbled, when he realized that he had fallen asleep, and probably missed
that stupid brunch that Desdemona was rambling on about. He looked out the
window, and realized just how late it was. Draco rolled his eyes, and
muttered, "I can't believe I fell asleep. I wasn't even that tired."
Draco stood up, and opened the door slowly. It was eerily quiet out in the
hallway. Draco scowled, and shook his head. Everyone was probably still all
pissed at him, because of his attitude earlier. Draco would apologize, but
he hated to see everyone look so smug if he did. "Time for me to put on the
'I'm so sorry, I will never ever do it again Act.'"
Draco slowly walked down the stairs, and saw Hermione sitting in one of the
armchairs in the dark hallway. She was looking through the yearbook again.
Draco smirked, "Having fun?"
Hermione rolled her eyes, "For your information, yes, I am. This is a load
of fun!"
"Really? Well, is there any food around here? I think I missed brunch."
Draco replied, "I know what a loss that was!"
"Damn right you did miss it." Hermione grumbled, "And Desdemona wasn't
happy about it. She says you have got to control your anger a little bit,
or else you may end up insane, like Lucius."
Draco grimaced, "Keep my father out of this! And Desdemona is just being a
bitch."
Hermione chuckled, "You are right about the Desdemona part. She was
overreacting a bit when you missed brunch. I think she needs to calm her
nerves, but then again I really can't blame her. I've been thinking about
how creepy this mansion is."
"Figures," Draco muttered, "Well, do you know where the food is? I am
starving!! Must get my hands on something good to eat!"
Hermione glared, "Draco! Come on now! Be serious. Desdemona was very upset,
and I think that you were being a tad bit selfish today!"
Draco snarled, "Oh really? Now if you'll excuse me, I am going to find
something to eat! Hermione, you need to loosen up."
~*~*~
Draco walked down the dark hallway in order to get to the kitchen. His mind
was so occupied that he gasped with shock when he felt a very cold breeze
blow by him. Draco shuddered, and continued to walk faster. "What was
that?" Draco whispered nervously, "There are no windows in this hall."
He stared at the portraits on the wall, because he was trying to get rid of
this lurking awful feeling. It was the feeling one feels when someone
unwanted is watching you. The people in the portraits them seemed to be as
nervous as Draco was. Then out of the blue, Draco felt himself get
extremely dizzy. Everything around him began to become one big blur.
**....Draco.....**
Draco spun around. No one was there, just the darkness. Draco shook his
head, "Draco, you must be hungrier then you thought. You better hurry up
and get something to eat and quickly."
Draco felt his heart pound with fear, and he walked faster in order to get
on the other side of Hell. His footsteps echoed off of the walls, and all
else was silent. It was a deadly morbid silence.
Draco also noticed something extremely odd. The people in the portraits
seemed very scared, even more then before. It was as though they could see
something that Draco couldn't. One picture was of Desdemona sitting in a
garden. Her green eyes were wide with horror, and she was pointing ahead.
Draco looked over his to where she was pointing, but nothing was there.
Then he heard it.
**...Sweet Draco.what's this?..You're frightened..You failing..You'll
See..You'll never escape me..And you'll pay dear, my dear.....**
His heart pounded louder, and louder. Draco whimpered, and began to run.
But he couldn't see, because everything was becoming even more blurry and
dark then before. What was happening? His body was becoming colder, and
weaker. "Hermione...where are you?"
**......You'll pay...... You are on the Road to Destruction......**
"W-W-What?" Draco gasped in a ragged breath, "What? Road of D-D-
Destruction?!?"
**.....You are so weak, and close to death....so young......and
sad..but....**
"What are you talking about?" Draco whimpered in fear and he felt tears in
his eyes, "I DON'T KNOW WHO YOU ARE BUT-".
**....Jewel misses you.....**
"My Jewel is dead," Draco cried, "She can't miss me. She's gone.forever."
Then everything was quiet again. At first Draco expected to hear running
footsteps because of all of the racket he was making, but there was nothing
but silence. Draco lowered his gray eyes to the floor. Who was that? Draco
sighed and thought of Jewel. She was like a nightmare that haunted him. His
poor murdered sister. "Jewel..I wish it was.I should have-"
Draco then shook his head and wiped away his tears, "Draco, hang in there.
You were probably just imagining it.."
Draco started to walk slowly, but then he felt an intense pain go through
him. It was the worse thing he ever felt in his life. It was the pain of
guilt. He saw her. Jewel.dying.
Jewel cried out a cry of agony only once, but she went then was silent. She
slumped to the ground. Her chest was bleeding bucket loads. She shut her
eyes, and whispered during her last and final breath, "Don't cry. Draco...I
love you.."
**.................It's fate.........You are going to drift, and never
escape, my dear.......................................**
Then Draco saw nothing, but the darkness that engulfed him completely.
There was no escaping from the horrible things that lay ahead. None. He
felt so weak, and the pain was atrocious. Gruesome. Terrible. "Mione,
help......."
~*~*~
Then an image flashed in the dark. It was Draco standing there staring and
crying. He was surrounded by shadow. There was horrible blood running down
the side of his face, and he was panicking. "Oh my.it is over. We are done
for.you must hurry and leave now!"
~*~*~
"DRACO!"
Draco woke up slowly, and the first thing he saw was Hermione crying over
him. She was so upset, that Draco was at a loss of words. Draco glanced
beyond Hermione and saw everyone else. His mother looked terrible, and was
very pale. Even Harry and Ron were distraught. "Where am I? What is this?"
Hermione took Draco's hand, "Everything is going to be okay. You just lay
there and rest."
"Hermione? Why didn't you come? I called for you and-"
Hermione's eyes filled up with tears, "D-Draco, I-I-I-"
Pansy slowly approached the two, "Draco, you were unconscious for about
three days. We all thought you were dead. We-"
Pansy began to cry too. Draco felt guilty. They shouldn't be worrying
really. Draco tried to sit up, but couldn't. No, he was too tired. He
needed sleep, but yet.
"Rest." Hermione said gently, but firmly, "The doctor should be here any
second. She did a great job looking over you."
"That voice." Draco murmured sadly, "It was so terrible."
Hermione's eyes grew wide, and she wasn't the only one. Arabella, who was
sitting nearby, looked very frightened as well, "WHAT?! Voice? Draco what
did it-"
But she was cut off. Draco was starting to tremble and freak out. Hermione
had never seen Draco get this upset about something that didn't involve
Jewel. His eyes were filled with tears, and he was screaming loudly, "HE
WAS GOING TO KILL ME! He sounded so blood thirsty and evil and-"
But Draco never finished what he was saying. He passed out again.
~*~*~
Hermione left Draco's room with Pansy. Hermione was in shock, and Pansy
looked very pale. Hermione began to cry softly, and Pansy placed a
comforting hand on her shoulder. "Desdemona is talking to the doctor right
now." Pansy muttered softly, "Draco? I wonder what he heard? Did someone
really try to attack him?"
Hermione whispered, "I-I-I don't know, perhaps."
"I see." Desdemona's voice came from within the parlor. She sounded like
she was horrified, "That is terrible. I am not sure how I am going to
break this news to everyone."
Desdemona emerged from the parlor, looking very grave. Hermione felt the
tears in her eyes again. "Y-Yes?"
Desdemona took Hermione's hand gently, "The doctor just left. He said that
Draco has a very serious poisoning. I don't know what or how, but I heard
he has lost his voice in the past from his repeated losses. It got worse,
and I am sorry. Hermione, Draco is going to die. No one can save him."
~*
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this. ^^; But please review for this chapter too. Come on! It takes five
seconds!!! Thanks!
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~*~
The dark months of winter came and went. It was now well into the month of
April. Ireland was now really a land of very lush green, and it was a
beautiful place to behold. Hermione had grown to love this place. The
mansion was almost like her home.
However, there was no sign of the Death Eaters. None. Nada. Also everything
seemed very normal. Too normal actually. Everyone seemed so content living
at Desdemona's mansion. Hermione began to push her worries aside. Maybe
everything was really okay. The Death Eaters hadn't found them, and maybe
even there were Aurors who were ready to capture them.
It was a rainy afternoon, and Hermione was sitting with everyone in the
parlor. Draco seemed unusually distant. He had been very quiet for the past
week. Hermione wasn't sure why. He usually never shut up.
Draco was currently staring out the window. He seemed to be very deep in
thought about something, but Hermione had no clue what it could possibly
be. Nothing horrible was happening, so why should he be all upset?
Hermione slowly approached him and bit her lip nervously, "Something up?"
"Where are they?" Draco whispered softly, "Where the hell are they?"
Ginny was sitting next to Harry on the plush couch. At first she was too
busy flirting with Harry to notice anything else. She raised an eyebrow at
Draco, "Where are who?"
Draco spun around and snapped, "The Death Eaters! Who else, stupid?!?"
Ginny scowled, and Harry glared, "Don't call my girlfriend stupid, Malfoy!"
Draco rolled his eyes, "Whatever, Potter. I am going to head to my room
there is nothing to do here! I sick and tired of watching you assholes
pretend like everything is okay."
"Cool it, Draco." Pansy snarled, "There is no reason to flip out like this.
Do you want your father to come prancing in here right now?"
Draco rolled his eyes, and didn't say a word. Instead, he just left the
parlor with fury on his face. Hermione frowned. He didn't have a reason to
be so angry. What? Did he want the Death Eaters to come back? "I apologize
for his behavior," Hermione grumbled.
"Don't worry about it!" Ginny said cheerfully, "So, who thinks we should go
out today? I don't mind the rain!"
~*~*~
"Now, Draco, what is the matter? You seem all flustered."
Draco grumbled nastily, "Ms. Entraila, I am not really feeling well. I
think I am going to head up to my room, and skip the brunch we were going
to have this afternoon."
Desdemona frowned, "What exactly is the problem, Draco? You look perfectly
fine to me. You know how long I have been planning for us to have this
brunch to have together. You should go. I see nothing wrong with you. You
are fine."
Draco scowled angrily, "I am not fine! I can't fucking stand this! Damn
it!"
"Watch your mouth, young man!" Desdemona snapped. "I will not allow that
language in this house!"
Draco rolled his eyes, and stormed furiously away. He couldn't sit here and
wait around anymore. His sister's murderer was still out there, and he
couldn't help but think of Jewel's death every single day. It was like a
horrible nightmare that followed him everywhere. Draco couldn't stand the
pain of his sister's death. Sure, everyone thought he was recovering. But
he wasn't. He never would.
Draco finally made it up to his room, and he slammed the door. He didn't
care about how loud he slammed it. Draco laid down on his bed and began to
think about why exactly he was so furious at everyone. It wasn't their
fault everything went wrong.
~*~*~
Desdemona glared and folded her arms, "Your son, Narcissa, has been
absolutely disrespectful."
Narcissa sipped her tea idly, and wasn't really concerned with what
Desdemona had to say. All Desdemona did was complain and complain.
Personally, Narcissa was sick of it. "Well," Desdemona snapped loudly, "I
think that Draco should learn some manners and learn them quickly!"
Narcissa shrugged, "He has been through a whole lot. Please make an effort
to understand that. Okay?"
"He also insisted on skipping my well-planned brunch. That I will not
tolerate," Desdemona continued, "He must go!"
Narcissa snapped, "The boy has been through hell a dozen times in the past
year, please, make an allowance for him and let him do as he chooses."
Desdemona glared and muttered, "Fine!"
She left Narcissa, and seemed to be very furious. "She is making an awfully
big deal about this." Narcissa mumbled.
Narcissa rolled her eyes, and put her teacup on the table. She thought that
Desdemona could be way too emotional at times. "Maybe Draco will do her a
favor by acting like this."
~*~*~
**Draco was running as fast as he could. The blood was pounding in his
ears. How could he let something so horrible happen? It was his entire
fault, and Draco really wished that he could do something, anything, to
turn back time, and change what he did. "Damn it," Draco muttered under his
breath, "My life sucks more and more with each day. Oh, what have I done? I
should be killed for my stupidity!"
Then he saw her standing in the distance. Her long brown curls were blowing
in the wind, and she seemed so peacefully, even though it was a time of
chaos. She turned around, and stared at him with her innocent brown eyes.
Her eyes shown with love and affection, but she whimpered sadly, "Run!
Now!"
Then it happened. A dark figure appeared from nowhere, and stabbed her
brutally. She let out a tiny gasp, and fell to the ground limply. The Devil
had returned from his lair, and was ready to kill all that stood in his way
of total domination.
Draco sprinted forward, and knelt down beside her. Everything seemed to be
going in slow motion, even though the horror lasted only for a second. The
sinister person laughed, "Now look at this. You lost your precious mudblood
friend. You should have listened to me. How foolish are you!"
Draco couldn't find the right words. Was his love dead? How could this
possibly be? So much had happened to him, but anything was better than this
torture. His eyes filled up with tears, "Y-You monster!"
"Don't talk back to me, you disrespectful boy!"
Draco lifted his fallen companion up gently, and stroked her cheek. She
opened her eyes slowly, and Draco could see that there were tears in them,
probably from the intense pain that she was feeling. Draco cried, "You are
going to be okay. Hang in there."
"I-I-I'll try. Please, forgive me."
The figure snarled, "If only you would've have listened. Look what you've
done now! What will everyone think? I believe you are going to be in a lot
of trouble, you murderer."
Draco suddenly snapped, "It wasn't my fault!! None of it! How d-d-dare
you?!? You think killing people makes you so noble. Well, guess what. I
won't listen to you, and this is my fucking life. You can't control it,
bastard!"
"We'll see."
Then Draco felt a white-hot pain that was worse the many curses that had
been used on him before. The figure had stabbed him, and brutally too, far
worse then ever seen. Draco clutched his stomach to try and soften the pain
that made him sick. He felt dizzy, and his vision was blurred. Was this
what death was all about? Pain and suffering? Was this it?
"So here ends your heroic tale," the cold voice said icily, "How do you
feel, worthless scum?"
"Never been better. I won't let you have the satisfaction of viewing me die
painfully." Draco murmured as he collapsed onto the ground, "I will
die..with..."
Draco looked over at the girl lying next to him. She seemed to be in a
great deal of pain as well. She began to cry softly, and Draco wanted
nothing more then to hold her.
Draco smirked at his killer, and turned back to his best friend, and he
laid his hand on hers, "I love you."
"I love y-y-you too..."
Then all was black.
~*~*~
Draco sat straight up in his bed and shook his head. It seemed that
nightmares were happening around this place more often then before. Draco
grumbled, when he realized that he had fallen asleep, and probably missed
that stupid brunch that Desdemona was rambling on about. He looked out the
window, and realized just how late it was. Draco rolled his eyes, and
muttered, "I can't believe I fell asleep. I wasn't even that tired."
Draco stood up, and opened the door slowly. It was eerily quiet out in the
hallway. Draco scowled, and shook his head. Everyone was probably still all
pissed at him, because of his attitude earlier. Draco would apologize, but
he hated to see everyone look so smug if he did. "Time for me to put on the
'I'm so sorry, I will never ever do it again Act.'"
Draco slowly walked down the stairs, and saw Hermione sitting in one of the
armchairs in the dark hallway. She was looking through the yearbook again.
Draco smirked, "Having fun?"
Hermione rolled her eyes, "For your information, yes, I am. This is a load
of fun!"
"Really? Well, is there any food around here? I think I missed brunch."
Draco replied, "I know what a loss that was!"
"Damn right you did miss it." Hermione grumbled, "And Desdemona wasn't
happy about it. She says you have got to control your anger a little bit,
or else you may end up insane, like Lucius."
Draco grimaced, "Keep my father out of this! And Desdemona is just being a
bitch."
Hermione chuckled, "You are right about the Desdemona part. She was
overreacting a bit when you missed brunch. I think she needs to calm her
nerves, but then again I really can't blame her. I've been thinking about
how creepy this mansion is."
"Figures," Draco muttered, "Well, do you know where the food is? I am
starving!! Must get my hands on something good to eat!"
Hermione glared, "Draco! Come on now! Be serious. Desdemona was very upset,
and I think that you were being a tad bit selfish today!"
Draco snarled, "Oh really? Now if you'll excuse me, I am going to find
something to eat! Hermione, you need to loosen up."
~*~*~
Draco walked down the dark hallway in order to get to the kitchen. His mind
was so occupied that he gasped with shock when he felt a very cold breeze
blow by him. Draco shuddered, and continued to walk faster. "What was
that?" Draco whispered nervously, "There are no windows in this hall."
He stared at the portraits on the wall, because he was trying to get rid of
this lurking awful feeling. It was the feeling one feels when someone
unwanted is watching you. The people in the portraits them seemed to be as
nervous as Draco was. Then out of the blue, Draco felt himself get
extremely dizzy. Everything around him began to become one big blur.
**....Draco.....**
Draco spun around. No one was there, just the darkness. Draco shook his
head, "Draco, you must be hungrier then you thought. You better hurry up
and get something to eat and quickly."
Draco felt his heart pound with fear, and he walked faster in order to get
on the other side of Hell. His footsteps echoed off of the walls, and all
else was silent. It was a deadly morbid silence.
Draco also noticed something extremely odd. The people in the portraits
seemed very scared, even more then before. It was as though they could see
something that Draco couldn't. One picture was of Desdemona sitting in a
garden. Her green eyes were wide with horror, and she was pointing ahead.
Draco looked over his to where she was pointing, but nothing was there.
Then he heard it.
**...Sweet Draco.what's this?..You're frightened..You failing..You'll
See..You'll never escape me..And you'll pay dear, my dear.....**
His heart pounded louder, and louder. Draco whimpered, and began to run.
But he couldn't see, because everything was becoming even more blurry and
dark then before. What was happening? His body was becoming colder, and
weaker. "Hermione...where are you?"
**......You'll pay...... You are on the Road to Destruction......**
"W-W-What?" Draco gasped in a ragged breath, "What? Road of D-D-
Destruction?!?"
**.....You are so weak, and close to death....so young......and
sad..but....**
"What are you talking about?" Draco whimpered in fear and he felt tears in
his eyes, "I DON'T KNOW WHO YOU ARE BUT-".
**....Jewel misses you.....**
"My Jewel is dead," Draco cried, "She can't miss me. She's gone.forever."
Then everything was quiet again. At first Draco expected to hear running
footsteps because of all of the racket he was making, but there was nothing
but silence. Draco lowered his gray eyes to the floor. Who was that? Draco
sighed and thought of Jewel. She was like a nightmare that haunted him. His
poor murdered sister. "Jewel..I wish it was.I should have-"
Draco then shook his head and wiped away his tears, "Draco, hang in there.
You were probably just imagining it.."
Draco started to walk slowly, but then he felt an intense pain go through
him. It was the worse thing he ever felt in his life. It was the pain of
guilt. He saw her. Jewel.dying.
Jewel cried out a cry of agony only once, but she went then was silent. She
slumped to the ground. Her chest was bleeding bucket loads. She shut her
eyes, and whispered during her last and final breath, "Don't cry. Draco...I
love you.."
**.................It's fate.........You are going to drift, and never
escape, my dear.......................................**
Then Draco saw nothing, but the darkness that engulfed him completely.
There was no escaping from the horrible things that lay ahead. None. He
felt so weak, and the pain was atrocious. Gruesome. Terrible. "Mione,
help......."
~*~*~
Then an image flashed in the dark. It was Draco standing there staring and
crying. He was surrounded by shadow. There was horrible blood running down
the side of his face, and he was panicking. "Oh my.it is over. We are done
for.you must hurry and leave now!"
~*~*~
"DRACO!"
Draco woke up slowly, and the first thing he saw was Hermione crying over
him. She was so upset, that Draco was at a loss of words. Draco glanced
beyond Hermione and saw everyone else. His mother looked terrible, and was
very pale. Even Harry and Ron were distraught. "Where am I? What is this?"
Hermione took Draco's hand, "Everything is going to be okay. You just lay
there and rest."
"Hermione? Why didn't you come? I called for you and-"
Hermione's eyes filled up with tears, "D-Draco, I-I-I-"
Pansy slowly approached the two, "Draco, you were unconscious for about
three days. We all thought you were dead. We-"
Pansy began to cry too. Draco felt guilty. They shouldn't be worrying
really. Draco tried to sit up, but couldn't. No, he was too tired. He
needed sleep, but yet.
"Rest." Hermione said gently, but firmly, "The doctor should be here any
second. She did a great job looking over you."
"That voice." Draco murmured sadly, "It was so terrible."
Hermione's eyes grew wide, and she wasn't the only one. Arabella, who was
sitting nearby, looked very frightened as well, "WHAT?! Voice? Draco what
did it-"
But she was cut off. Draco was starting to tremble and freak out. Hermione
had never seen Draco get this upset about something that didn't involve
Jewel. His eyes were filled with tears, and he was screaming loudly, "HE
WAS GOING TO KILL ME! He sounded so blood thirsty and evil and-"
But Draco never finished what he was saying. He passed out again.
~*~*~
Hermione left Draco's room with Pansy. Hermione was in shock, and Pansy
looked very pale. Hermione began to cry softly, and Pansy placed a
comforting hand on her shoulder. "Desdemona is talking to the doctor right
now." Pansy muttered softly, "Draco? I wonder what he heard? Did someone
really try to attack him?"
Hermione whispered, "I-I-I don't know, perhaps."
"I see." Desdemona's voice came from within the parlor. She sounded like
she was horrified, "That is terrible. I am not sure how I am going to
break this news to everyone."
Desdemona emerged from the parlor, looking very grave. Hermione felt the
tears in her eyes again. "Y-Yes?"
Desdemona took Hermione's hand gently, "The doctor just left. He said that
Draco has a very serious poisoning. I don't know what or how, but I heard
he has lost his voice in the past from his repeated losses. It got worse,
and I am sorry. Hermione, Draco is going to die. No one can save him."
~*
I know, I know. Don't kill me. Please. This is why I posted Chapter 6 with
this. ^^; But please review for this chapter too. Come on! It takes five
seconds!!! Thanks!