Shrine to Dreamtime
Disclaimer: I have only three things to say to you: My name is J. K. Rowling and I am a genius I am the creator of all genius-type things including all of Harry Potter The above two statements are false. A gal can't help but hope.
And here it is.....I hope it's good enough.Please don't hurt me if my writing doesn't live up to that of all the other amazing fanfiction writers..
Saturnine: If there are any more calculus rooted catnaps, I will personally stop writing or write Snape completely out of character, or suddenly kill him off. Beware!
Lanevaly: I'm sorry it was so painful for you to read. I did warn all readers, but I still apologize for any horror inflicted upon you. I do hope you continue to read because there is still a lot of angst coming up...eventually =)
suse: Angsty stories about an abused Harry all also my favourite, for some twisted reason. I am glad that you enjoyed the bit with Ron and Hermione. I agree that normally it doesn't really fit, but I cannot write all about Harry and ignore the very two people closest to his heart. Snape will also be making his appearance very very soon. Keep reading! And thanks for the compliment about the abuse scene. I put a lot of effort into writing that scene.
Thank-you's go out to everyone else who reviewed. I truly appreciate it!
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Chapter 4: Bittersweet Symphony
"Rule Number One. You are to obey me and our Lord at all times. Rule Number Two. You are a Malfoy descended from a line of purebloods, which you will uphold. Malfoy's are never weak. Rule Number Three. You were made for darkness. Renounce the light and embrace your destiny, my Son. You will fight with us."
The words were emblazoned with flame on Draco's mind; his father's rules of life not open to negotiation. They clearly defined who he was and his sole purpose for existing: no questions asked. Draco was born into darkness embedded in his very soul. There was no hope for him.
It wasn't always so clear, though. Once upon a time, in a dreamland far, far away, was the face of his mother smiling down upon him saying those words he did not ever remember hearing in his life, "I love you, Draco." No, that was a wisp of what could have been and never was nor ever will be. Draco was truly doomed to a life of violence and war in his soul. Ceaseless fighting.killing.a born murderer.torturing Muggles.people, human being who felt emotions.experienced love.
'Love makes them vulnerable', Draco repeated quoting his father. But is it really love or the animalistic desire to survive. 'don't think, Draco,' whispered a voice in the back of his brain. 'just feel.feel the power, Draco',.This time it was Lord Voldemort's soft hissing that echoed in his mind. 'Watch me, Draco, watch me embrace the power, the strength'.
~~~~~~~ It was a young girl of about nine or ten. She had large, round, violet eyes and silky brown locks flowing down her face. Thrown on the floor with tattered clothes gracing her pale skin glued in bloody patches to open wounds and scrapes, her broken body began to shut down.
'Smell the fear, Draco' Voldemort hissed anxiously, his eyes lit with passionate flame as he watched his faithful servants ravish her fragile body spilling the valuable contents of their loins within the broken toy. The screams halted long ago after she had had the first few men and now her wide violet eyes teared, saltiness mingling with the blood forming a clean streaked pathway down her ashen cheek.
'See how helpless they are, Draco. Remove them from comfort and place them around strangers,' his eyes glinted madly, 'and see how quickly they grow up, how quickly they learn to fear. It is the beauty of life.and death, Draco. Embrace it!'
A thing snake-like hand with glinting blood-red spikes on the end of each finger shot out from beneath the folds of the black robe and traced a pathway down the bare stomach delving into the folds of human flesh, splitting and scraping it down the middle. A scream filled the air unlike anything Draco had ever heard before. It was a siren of lost innocence, of fear, of panic, but most of all, of death. It echoed through the silence piercing the air with daggers. Lord Voldemort grabbed Draco's hand and plunged it into the bloody undead corpse pulling out the intestines, removing the guts scattering them about the screaming carcass.
Draco prayed that he would wake up from this nightmare, forget the reality.
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And he did. In a silent scream, Draco, sobbing fell off the compartment seat and into the arms of an extremely shaken Hermione Granger.
"Malfoy!" she cried desperately shaking him awake, "Malfoy! Come on! Draco!"
At that, Draco opened his eyes and stared into Hermione's hazel windows and, breathing heavily, managed to whisper, "Help me, Granger!" before rolling out of Hermione's arms and onto the floor.
"Mal - Draco, are you all right? How do you feel?"
Draco didn't answer simply turning his face towards the girl kneeling by his side asking, "Are we there, yet?"
"The train stopped just as you fell off the seat," she paused, "Come on, Malfoy. I'll help you out and into a carriage before anyone sees your face."
Malfoy stared at her as she grabbed his arm and began to pull him up. "Why are you helping me, Granger?"
"Well, aside from asking for my help, you were hurt and looked like you needed help."
"I'm not weak, Granger! Malfoy's are never weak!", he retorted a little louder than necessary, "I don't need your help!"
"Sorry, Malfoy, but as a prefect it is my duty to help you. Plus, although I personally wouldn't mind, your *bad-boy* reputation would go to the dogs if you collapsed in front of everyone.
"Bloody hell!" muttered Draco, "What would Weasley say if you were helping me?" The trademark smirk was back as they left the compartment and exited the train quickly climbing into the first carriage.
Hermione, utterly shocking Draco, laughed, "What would he *say*, Malfoy? More like what he would do! Though he might be too thoroughly shocked to say anything at all if he heard everything you muttered in your sleep!" She was joking, dipping her toe in the well of blackmail, but was not prepared for the immediately paling of the boy in front of her.
"W-what d-did I say??"
A pause. Then Hermione said dismissively, "Nothing, Malfoy. Just come on and."
"No!", he yelled defensively, "Tell me."
"I was joking, Malfoy. J-O-K-I-N-G! You know what I mean don't you? The kind of thing that makes you smile and laugh meant for just good fun."
Draco scowled and took off for the school entrance. Hermione rolled her eyes and followed wondering about whether it was necessary to report a fight before school. They were the first ones in the Great Hall and so Hermione went to help Malfoy, who was walking strangely taking deep shuddering breaths. His chest seemed to heave painfully with every breath and Hermione noticed that he kept his left arm cradled to his body. As she was helping him walk to the Slytherin table, there was a strangled cry behind her and with the thunder of pounding feet and a glimpse of flaming hair, Ron jumped from behind Hermione, slammed into Draco, and began pounding him into the floor.
"That'll teach you to hurt Hermione, you Filthy Little Ferret!!!!"
Hermione screamed, "RON!!! No!! Leave him alone!!!"
Malfoy tried to defend himself, but his numerous injuries and the sudden onslaught prevented greatly limited his movement.
Suddenly two dark figures jumped in front of Hermione and grabbed the two boys pulling them apart despite Ron's still flailing fists.
"Well, well, well," said one figure, and Ron, Hermione, and Draco stared up into the obsidian eyes of Professor Severus Snape.
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Author's Note: Wow!!!!!! I finally finished this chapter and I'm pretty pleased with it. The sad thing is that I cut it into two parts, so this is the first part. Next part is chapter five. Thank you to all those wonderful wonderful wonderful people who have reviewed my story so far. I can't thank you enough! Read and Review!
Disclaimer: I have only three things to say to you: My name is J. K. Rowling and I am a genius I am the creator of all genius-type things including all of Harry Potter The above two statements are false. A gal can't help but hope.
And here it is.....I hope it's good enough.Please don't hurt me if my writing doesn't live up to that of all the other amazing fanfiction writers..
Saturnine: If there are any more calculus rooted catnaps, I will personally stop writing or write Snape completely out of character, or suddenly kill him off. Beware!
Lanevaly: I'm sorry it was so painful for you to read. I did warn all readers, but I still apologize for any horror inflicted upon you. I do hope you continue to read because there is still a lot of angst coming up...eventually =)
suse: Angsty stories about an abused Harry all also my favourite, for some twisted reason. I am glad that you enjoyed the bit with Ron and Hermione. I agree that normally it doesn't really fit, but I cannot write all about Harry and ignore the very two people closest to his heart. Snape will also be making his appearance very very soon. Keep reading! And thanks for the compliment about the abuse scene. I put a lot of effort into writing that scene.
Thank-you's go out to everyone else who reviewed. I truly appreciate it!
**~~**~~**~~**~~**~~**~~**~~**~~~**~~**
Chapter 4: Bittersweet Symphony
"Rule Number One. You are to obey me and our Lord at all times. Rule Number Two. You are a Malfoy descended from a line of purebloods, which you will uphold. Malfoy's are never weak. Rule Number Three. You were made for darkness. Renounce the light and embrace your destiny, my Son. You will fight with us."
The words were emblazoned with flame on Draco's mind; his father's rules of life not open to negotiation. They clearly defined who he was and his sole purpose for existing: no questions asked. Draco was born into darkness embedded in his very soul. There was no hope for him.
It wasn't always so clear, though. Once upon a time, in a dreamland far, far away, was the face of his mother smiling down upon him saying those words he did not ever remember hearing in his life, "I love you, Draco." No, that was a wisp of what could have been and never was nor ever will be. Draco was truly doomed to a life of violence and war in his soul. Ceaseless fighting.killing.a born murderer.torturing Muggles.people, human being who felt emotions.experienced love.
'Love makes them vulnerable', Draco repeated quoting his father. But is it really love or the animalistic desire to survive. 'don't think, Draco,' whispered a voice in the back of his brain. 'just feel.feel the power, Draco',.This time it was Lord Voldemort's soft hissing that echoed in his mind. 'Watch me, Draco, watch me embrace the power, the strength'.
~~~~~~~ It was a young girl of about nine or ten. She had large, round, violet eyes and silky brown locks flowing down her face. Thrown on the floor with tattered clothes gracing her pale skin glued in bloody patches to open wounds and scrapes, her broken body began to shut down.
'Smell the fear, Draco' Voldemort hissed anxiously, his eyes lit with passionate flame as he watched his faithful servants ravish her fragile body spilling the valuable contents of their loins within the broken toy. The screams halted long ago after she had had the first few men and now her wide violet eyes teared, saltiness mingling with the blood forming a clean streaked pathway down her ashen cheek.
'See how helpless they are, Draco. Remove them from comfort and place them around strangers,' his eyes glinted madly, 'and see how quickly they grow up, how quickly they learn to fear. It is the beauty of life.and death, Draco. Embrace it!'
A thing snake-like hand with glinting blood-red spikes on the end of each finger shot out from beneath the folds of the black robe and traced a pathway down the bare stomach delving into the folds of human flesh, splitting and scraping it down the middle. A scream filled the air unlike anything Draco had ever heard before. It was a siren of lost innocence, of fear, of panic, but most of all, of death. It echoed through the silence piercing the air with daggers. Lord Voldemort grabbed Draco's hand and plunged it into the bloody undead corpse pulling out the intestines, removing the guts scattering them about the screaming carcass.
Draco prayed that he would wake up from this nightmare, forget the reality.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
And he did. In a silent scream, Draco, sobbing fell off the compartment seat and into the arms of an extremely shaken Hermione Granger.
"Malfoy!" she cried desperately shaking him awake, "Malfoy! Come on! Draco!"
At that, Draco opened his eyes and stared into Hermione's hazel windows and, breathing heavily, managed to whisper, "Help me, Granger!" before rolling out of Hermione's arms and onto the floor.
"Mal - Draco, are you all right? How do you feel?"
Draco didn't answer simply turning his face towards the girl kneeling by his side asking, "Are we there, yet?"
"The train stopped just as you fell off the seat," she paused, "Come on, Malfoy. I'll help you out and into a carriage before anyone sees your face."
Malfoy stared at her as she grabbed his arm and began to pull him up. "Why are you helping me, Granger?"
"Well, aside from asking for my help, you were hurt and looked like you needed help."
"I'm not weak, Granger! Malfoy's are never weak!", he retorted a little louder than necessary, "I don't need your help!"
"Sorry, Malfoy, but as a prefect it is my duty to help you. Plus, although I personally wouldn't mind, your *bad-boy* reputation would go to the dogs if you collapsed in front of everyone.
"Bloody hell!" muttered Draco, "What would Weasley say if you were helping me?" The trademark smirk was back as they left the compartment and exited the train quickly climbing into the first carriage.
Hermione, utterly shocking Draco, laughed, "What would he *say*, Malfoy? More like what he would do! Though he might be too thoroughly shocked to say anything at all if he heard everything you muttered in your sleep!" She was joking, dipping her toe in the well of blackmail, but was not prepared for the immediately paling of the boy in front of her.
"W-what d-did I say??"
A pause. Then Hermione said dismissively, "Nothing, Malfoy. Just come on and."
"No!", he yelled defensively, "Tell me."
"I was joking, Malfoy. J-O-K-I-N-G! You know what I mean don't you? The kind of thing that makes you smile and laugh meant for just good fun."
Draco scowled and took off for the school entrance. Hermione rolled her eyes and followed wondering about whether it was necessary to report a fight before school. They were the first ones in the Great Hall and so Hermione went to help Malfoy, who was walking strangely taking deep shuddering breaths. His chest seemed to heave painfully with every breath and Hermione noticed that he kept his left arm cradled to his body. As she was helping him walk to the Slytherin table, there was a strangled cry behind her and with the thunder of pounding feet and a glimpse of flaming hair, Ron jumped from behind Hermione, slammed into Draco, and began pounding him into the floor.
"That'll teach you to hurt Hermione, you Filthy Little Ferret!!!!"
Hermione screamed, "RON!!! No!! Leave him alone!!!"
Malfoy tried to defend himself, but his numerous injuries and the sudden onslaught prevented greatly limited his movement.
Suddenly two dark figures jumped in front of Hermione and grabbed the two boys pulling them apart despite Ron's still flailing fists.
"Well, well, well," said one figure, and Ron, Hermione, and Draco stared up into the obsidian eyes of Professor Severus Snape.
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Author's Note: Wow!!!!!! I finally finished this chapter and I'm pretty pleased with it. The sad thing is that I cut it into two parts, so this is the first part. Next part is chapter five. Thank you to all those wonderful wonderful wonderful people who have reviewed my story so far. I can't thank you enough! Read and Review!