Snapes Footsteps
Warning: Do not read it, unless you felt pity for Snape as you read OotP.
Main figures: Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger, Severus Snape
Read, find out if you like it.
Draco has got to go through the same things as Snape, though HE ought to make things better. Is played in the 6th year of the HP clan
Disclaimer: I don't own the charas. They belong to JK Rowling or Warner Bros. (I'm not sure… ;-))
Draco lay on the floor, he couldn't move. He couldn't feel his body, he wasn't sure it was still there. His head felt terrible, a monotone knocking kept hitting his forehead from inside, it might split his brain in thousand pieces every second now. Draco opened his mouth to moan, and he felt blood at the corner of his mouth. He started to lick it with his tongue, and the bitter taste of his own blood seemed both: disgusting the same as analeptic.
Slowly the numbness left his body, and he tried to open his eyes. Everything was blurred and seemed to spin around frantically.
Draco tried to remember were he was. What have he done, to lie on the floor in this condition? And who–?
His father.
The memory slipped in his mind.
He remembered Lucius Malfoy, threatening him, blame him for being a traitor, he remembered the feeling of horror in him, as he saw his father raise his wand against his own son. Him.
Draco remembered pain. Overpowering Pain, to stop all hope, al kindness and comfort coming to him.
'Crusius' the words resounded in his mind. How could his father, the one he used to care for his son, dare to cause him such pain? Him, his own flesh and blood, how could he…
But now was not the time to swell in revenge thoughts.
He had to warn them. They will run directly in the trap. He couldn't just stay here, and wait for them to fail.
Draco stood up. He moaned, his hole body was aching. He ignored it. He had to leave this room. It was the workroom of his father, he didn't know where Lucius was, but he needed to go out of the Malfoy Manison unseen.
He crawled to the door, clutching his stomach. His Broom. If he could only get to his room… he could be able to… but the flight might cost him loads of time. Time he doesn't have. So he turned to the fireplace. Could he dare to use it? His father would know if he'd floo himself near Hogwarts. He couldn't floo himself directly in there… but maybe Dumbledores office… he couldn't waste time. He stepped inside the fireplace, grabbed the powder and shouted: "Hogwarts, Headmaster office" and the green flames seemed to swallow him.
He reappeared in Dombledores office. So it worked. But where was Dumbledore? Where was he? He couldn't have gone yet, could he?
"Professor Dumbledore? Professor Dumbledore!!", he yelled through the office, but he knew, it wouldn't help anything. Draco broke down, on the floor again. He wanted to cry. Cry for all the souls his father, Voldemort and all the others might already in their hands.
But that would mean he had already given up. He wouldn't let his father win.
A door opened slowly, and Draco could hear someone gasp at the sight of him.
"Mr. Malfoy! Mr Malfoy, what happened? Why are you here?"
"Minerva, it's okay, we'll bring him to the hospital wing, and then we can questioning him", he could hear Dumbledores calm voice.
"NO!", Draco tried to stand up, but failed, "No, Headmaster, listen to me! We're in danger! This can't wait! You have to warn everyone! You have to send it in the Daily Prophet, or anything. The Death Eaters! They want to trap you! What ever you do, never, NEVER get near Diagon Alley. They have to evacuate Diagon Alley! Please, listen to me, trust me, I know they'll attack there, and as soon as the letters are handed out to the pupils, and the streets of Diagon Alley will fill, they'll attack!!
Please, Please, listen,… believe… don't … leave me! I know it… they'll attack!…"
The words fade from Dracos mouth.
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