Immortal

By Cedar

A/N First off thanx for the review Serpent du feu ! My first one! Was well excited ( yes I realize how sad I am) and it really spurred me on to write the next chapter. Oh and I changed the settings thing, hope it worked am not too good at using the ol' computer, and I promise not to make Hermione pathetic!

This chapter and the few after it will basically tell you what caused Hermione to have her little breakdown in Chapter 1 and its all set in the past. Ok I'm pretty sure I've babbled enough so read on, and I hope u like it!

Disclaimer: no change on that front unfortunately!

Chapter 2: A lost soul?

Opening the ornate silver doorknob she stepped into the darkened room. "Still asleep," she murmured after catching sight of the figure that lay motionless beneath the silver sheets. Today was the day that her little boy was going to pass into manhood, and take his place in the ever-growing darkness that now shrouded the wizarding community. Silently she tread to the edge of the four-poster bed and allowed her eyes to sweep over her son's sleeping face.

Over the years baby fat had melted away revealing sharp hardened features that were characteristic of the Malfoy family. Fine strands of platinum blonde had fallen carelessly over the high forehead during sleep, grazing the flawless marble like skin. The tips of the stray hair settled just above closed eyelids that sheltered replicas of her own silver eyes. Resuming their downward journey her eyes took in the straight pointed nose, the sloping cheekbones and finally the slightly frowning ruby red lips. Moving closer her fingers went to caress this masterpiece that she herself had helped to create.

Sensing her presence his eyes flicked open and she found herself immersed in pools of silver. A small smirk formed on his lips as he took in his mothers surprise; the startled eyes, the tense posture and the trembling hand a mere inch from his face.

"Morning Narcissa."

No words were uttered from the silenced woman before him, who felt herself drowning in his eyes. Draco congratulated himself on a job well done; Lucius had taught him to always be aware of his surroundings and surprise those who attempted to catch him unaware, another lesson passed judging the effect on his mother.

Pulling back the sheets Draco stepped out of the bed and in a matter of seconds she could hear the clicking of his bathroom door. A slow breath of air was at last allowed to escape her lips, seemingly taking away all her inner energy as she felt her body crumple beneath her. Now resting on his cool sheets her frail body doubled over, her head lay on her knees. Like the precious substances that made him: silver, ruby, marble her son was cold and hard. Narcissa, when had he last called her mum or even mother? Had he ever? It had been so long ago she couldn't remember. And those eyes if they were, as she had learnt, the windows to the soul her poor boy possessed none. She entwined her fingers of her lap in the hope of stopping the ongoing tremors that coursed through them. Maybe he wasn't going to emerge from tonight's ceremony as a man, for maybe as she begun to realize he had always been one. She and her husband, who paced impatiently downstairs, had been teaching their child lessons as soon as he had emerged from the womb. Feeding him on information concerning social etiquette, beliefs, spells and as his appetite had grown the nature of them changed, for they become darker and darker. The truth came crashing upon her, she had robbed him. Robbed him of his childhood, his innocence.his soul. Tears began to cascade down her face, wetting her shaking hands below.

A gentle touch on her shoulder brought her back to the present away from her guilt-ridden thoughts. Looking up Narcissa was once more staring into silver.

"Are you okay?" questioned Draco, his eyes flickering with concern. Perhaps she had been mistaken and he did have a soul.

" I'm just, just ...," Narcissa stuttered through salty tears, searching for words, "..so proud of you."

Immediately all concern was lost from his eyes and they returned to their customary appearance, entirely devoid of any emotion. " You should be. I am what you always wanted to be, a follower of the only true lord, Voldemort. Everything I've trained for can finally be put to use in helping all those that stand up against him crumble, and aiding the establishment of a pureblood society," replied Draco in monotone.

Narcissa recognized the words, only now it had been spoken in the gentler tone of Draco's rather than the harsh voice of Lucius'. They were the same words that were expressed at: the start of every lesson, the end of any failures with Draco cowering in the corner, his father lecturing above him, the beginning of the countless deatheater meetings that had occurred in the manor and the list went on.

"I have to get ready Narcissa," spoke Draco, breaking for a second time her thoughts.

"Yes of course." Standing up, Narcissa leaned upwards and placed a delicate kiss on Draco's cheek. Turning away, she headed towards the door. Her fingers just about to twist the doorknob, she allowed herself one last glimpse of her son. He was at his mahogany chest, searching for something. Maybe his soul was merely lost, prayed Narcissa as she left his room.

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A/N Yet again another short chapter, sorry, my brain is too mushed up from exams to actually keep writing sentences that make sense. But their getting longer so u never know I might actually get past the 1000 word mark. The next one should be out pretty soon, as I am trying to avoid learning for a lifeguarding exam I've got this weekend. Please send a review after reading this, I really want to know what you think. And as I am not beneath groveling I'll say it one more time: "Pleasssssssssssse Review" (( Thanx, Bye ((