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Hoarh haaaahaaa!!! A lame attempt at a * gasp* serious fic! Sorry if it's a bit hard to read- I have probs in encoding when I save in html.
Prologue
'There's no escaping now Malfoy -it's a dead end.'
The auror stood tall over his fallen opponent, acid-green eyes almost luminous in the darkness. The latter was a Dark Wizard under the ranks of Lucius Malfoy, who had taken over the late Lord Voldemort. He leaned wearily against the wall behind him, and gave a short gasp of pain as he did so. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, but he wiped it away with much vehemence, and fixed his gaze on the auror, grey eyes pained but unwavering.
'Tell us where your father is, Malfoy, and the Ministry might just give you a lighter sentence...'
'Go to hell, Potter.' Malfoy spat at the heels of the auror with all the strength he could muster. 'You'll never get anything out of me.'
'Then I'm afraid I shall have to do this by force...'
'You just try it Potter...I'll...' Malfoy stopped short, a wave of dizzy nausea washing over him. He felt a rancid liquid rising in his parched, dry throat, and suddenly, he knew.
Legilimency...damned Potter trying to read his mind...
'No...' the dark wizard keeled over, clutching his bloodstained robes. His grey eyes glazed over even as he fought to keep the Auror out of his memories.
No...I can't let Father down...
Memories, memories rushing back like a cold torrent of water. Secrets, deep within the crevices of the heart. Secrets he wouldn't have liked to reveal. Secrets he couldn't afford to.
'NO!'
The auror jerked back suddenly, as if snapping out of a trance. The memories had come to an abrupt stop. His emerald eyes remained steadfast and calm, even though he was apparently surprised at Malfoy's ability to resist his spell.
'You're more stubborn than I thought, Malfoy. More stubborn than any of your other comrades, at least.'
A thin smile played about Malfoy's lips. Lifting his pale, gaunt face from the ground, he replied in no more than a whisper.
'You don't know me too well, do you Potter?' His hands fell to his side, revealing a gleaming, silver-handled dagger stuck in his abdomen. The sweet, sickly scent of blood filled the air.
'Wha...you...'
'Guess I got the last laugh, Potter,' he rasped just before a hazy mist passed before his eyes, and everything went black.
Would really like constructive criticism so I can improve my writing.heh. READ? REVIEW!!
Hoarh haaaahaaa!!! A lame attempt at a * gasp* serious fic! Sorry if it's a bit hard to read- I have probs in encoding when I save in html.
Prologue
'There's no escaping now Malfoy -it's a dead end.'
The auror stood tall over his fallen opponent, acid-green eyes almost luminous in the darkness. The latter was a Dark Wizard under the ranks of Lucius Malfoy, who had taken over the late Lord Voldemort. He leaned wearily against the wall behind him, and gave a short gasp of pain as he did so. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, but he wiped it away with much vehemence, and fixed his gaze on the auror, grey eyes pained but unwavering.
'Tell us where your father is, Malfoy, and the Ministry might just give you a lighter sentence...'
'Go to hell, Potter.' Malfoy spat at the heels of the auror with all the strength he could muster. 'You'll never get anything out of me.'
'Then I'm afraid I shall have to do this by force...'
'You just try it Potter...I'll...' Malfoy stopped short, a wave of dizzy nausea washing over him. He felt a rancid liquid rising in his parched, dry throat, and suddenly, he knew.
Legilimency...damned Potter trying to read his mind...
'No...' the dark wizard keeled over, clutching his bloodstained robes. His grey eyes glazed over even as he fought to keep the Auror out of his memories.
No...I can't let Father down...
Memories, memories rushing back like a cold torrent of water. Secrets, deep within the crevices of the heart. Secrets he wouldn't have liked to reveal. Secrets he couldn't afford to.
'NO!'
The auror jerked back suddenly, as if snapping out of a trance. The memories had come to an abrupt stop. His emerald eyes remained steadfast and calm, even though he was apparently surprised at Malfoy's ability to resist his spell.
'You're more stubborn than I thought, Malfoy. More stubborn than any of your other comrades, at least.'
A thin smile played about Malfoy's lips. Lifting his pale, gaunt face from the ground, he replied in no more than a whisper.
'You don't know me too well, do you Potter?' His hands fell to his side, revealing a gleaming, silver-handled dagger stuck in his abdomen. The sweet, sickly scent of blood filled the air.
'Wha...you...'
'Guess I got the last laugh, Potter,' he rasped just before a hazy mist passed before his eyes, and everything went black.
Would really like constructive criticism so I can improve my writing.heh. READ? REVIEW!!