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Nothing Else Matters Chapter 2
Darkness. It was all around him. It seemed to spread out around him forever. He surveyed the place he was in. As he turned around all he could see more darkness. All around him. The silence was suffocating.
"Hello?" he called out, into the empty void that surrounded him. "Can anybody hear me?"
There was a cough behind him. He jumped and twisted his body to face the culprit of the noise. He could see a person, stood in a white spot light. They had a long black hood covering them. The persons face was hooded. He marched over to the person in the spotlight. His footsteps almost deafening in the noiselessness.
"You!" he shouted as he became closer and closer. "Where are we? Who are you?"
He paused just in front of the figure, which was his height. He suddenly felt un-nerved. Slowly he reached out to the figures hood, which had not yet moved. The material was of the finest silk that he had ever touched. He pushed the hood over the persons head and let out a gasp of shock.
Staring directly at him was a pair of stormy grey eyes, shining like newly polished silver. The figure smirked at him. He was amazed. He had never expected to be looking back at himself, Draco Malfoy.
Draco looked at his copy in astonishment. He felt as though he could not move. His feet stuck to the floor.
The clone spoke.
"I am you in the future" said the clone, "I am what you will become"
Then carefully, the copy lifted his left arm to show, the real Draco, what he meant. On the forearm was a dark green mark. It was of a skull with a snake. It started to glow. Dull at first, then steadily brighter and brighter.
Draco screamed.
"No, no NO! I WILL NOT BECOME ONE OF THEM! I WONT, I WONT, I WONT!!"
It was becoming hard to breath.
"I WONT DO IT! NOT FOR FATHER OR ANYONE ELSE! Noooooo."
The real Draco fell to the floor. The figure above him looked over him, not helping, just staring at him, impassive. The last thing Draco saw were his own eyes staring back at him, with a reflection of the Dark Mark within them.
Nothing Else Matters Chapter 2
Darkness. It was all around him. It seemed to spread out around him forever. He surveyed the place he was in. As he turned around all he could see more darkness. All around him. The silence was suffocating.
"Hello?" he called out, into the empty void that surrounded him. "Can anybody hear me?"
There was a cough behind him. He jumped and twisted his body to face the culprit of the noise. He could see a person, stood in a white spot light. They had a long black hood covering them. The persons face was hooded. He marched over to the person in the spotlight. His footsteps almost deafening in the noiselessness.
"You!" he shouted as he became closer and closer. "Where are we? Who are you?"
He paused just in front of the figure, which was his height. He suddenly felt un-nerved. Slowly he reached out to the figures hood, which had not yet moved. The material was of the finest silk that he had ever touched. He pushed the hood over the persons head and let out a gasp of shock.
Staring directly at him was a pair of stormy grey eyes, shining like newly polished silver. The figure smirked at him. He was amazed. He had never expected to be looking back at himself, Draco Malfoy.
Draco looked at his copy in astonishment. He felt as though he could not move. His feet stuck to the floor.
The clone spoke.
"I am you in the future" said the clone, "I am what you will become"
Then carefully, the copy lifted his left arm to show, the real Draco, what he meant. On the forearm was a dark green mark. It was of a skull with a snake. It started to glow. Dull at first, then steadily brighter and brighter.
Draco screamed.
"No, no NO! I WILL NOT BECOME ONE OF THEM! I WONT, I WONT, I WONT!!"
It was becoming hard to breath.
"I WONT DO IT! NOT FOR FATHER OR ANYONE ELSE! Noooooo."
The real Draco fell to the floor. The figure above him looked over him, not helping, just staring at him, impassive. The last thing Draco saw were his own eyes staring back at him, with a reflection of the Dark Mark within them.