'Circling your head, contemplating everything you ever said
Now I see the truth, I got doubt
A different motive in your eyes and now I'm out
See you later
I see your fantasy, You want to make it a reality paved in gold
See inside, Inside of our heads (yeah) Well now that's over
I see your motives inside, decisions to hide -Trapt (Head Strong)'
"Huh? Malfoy?...."
We stared at each other for a few moments. I could say I felt something corny, like for a few seconds everything around us seemed to stop. That is not how I felt though, because Potter was pushed away, and in came a couple 7th year Slytherins.
"Malfoy, there you are. We all were starting to....worry." A boy, that I did not know the name of said. He was kind of freaky looking, looking arrogant in a way that could rival...well me, and yet he looked so....afraid. (Hey, who said Malfoy's were bad at analyzing people?)
"Why did you push me for?!" Potter was saying while slowly getting up, I think he got pushed pretty hard.
"You were in our way, that's why...Scar boy."
Harry clenched his fists, I looked between them and sighed, although it was fun seeing Potter suffer, it was my job...to do it, yeah. So I got off the bed sadly and walked over to the Slytherin boys.
"Look, if you want something from me then bother me, not Potter." I said, and started walking out the door, injuries still intact and all. I must be crazy.
A heard footsteps coming up, catching up to. They were breathing so loud, fools. They grabbed me and turned me around. They were so much taller then me, but I looked at them with a look that had no fear, unlike themselves.
I knew how to hide fear. Never look back, and here they were trying to make me fear.
Did they really think they could get away with it now?
"Malfoy....Stop struggling you idiot. We're on your side. OW. Shit....You bastard, calm down." The one whom had spoken before was saying, while I struggled to escape and kicked him numerous times, the reason why I was doing this was because they had taken me into an empty classroom and locked the door.
But after a while I decided to play their little game and stopped struggling and kicking.
"Fine. What do you want? Make it quick, I'm a busy man."
The one whom had not spoken at all seemed to smirk a little at this, I glared at him and he just stared back indifferently.
This made me angry, he thought he could be better then me?
"Malfoy, we have to say this quick. The reason why your classmates hurt you---"
"You know about that?!...What the hell are you doing? Can't you see I am hurt from that! You come barging in pretending to be on my side when---"
"MALFOY! You fool, just listen to others for once!"
The other boy smirked again and coughed a bit.
"Maybe...I should take care of this," he said, "Malfoy....your father was killed---" he started saying.
"WHAT! They beat me up because he died?! They---"
"Malfoy, it is what happened before that made them hurt you, although none of us really know the truth of what happened anyway....I will tell you what we heard, just tell me you won't interupt again..."
I stared at them in annoyance, why when things happen they grow worse and become a big nightmare?! I really just wanted to take the pain that was growing every minute to be taken care of, but I also wanted to hear what they wanted to say.
I guess I could understand why they did that...they were worried about Potter hearing, or anyone else for that matter...but they could have picked a better time!
"Fine." I said.
"All right Malfoy, just understand, this might seem strange, but in Azkaban...the Dementors left of course, so there was just a bunch of lowly Aurors keeping things going. Your father and the others whom had been captured coped with it, although they could have easily escaped. For a long time your father had the control of the group, as he usually did.
Then something happened....all we know is that your father possibly caused a trauma, and he killed many of the aurors somehow, he also killed many of the other Death Eaters. Another auror arrived at the scene just in time, and killed your father to stop him from doing anymore damage.
I don't know if everything else got under control. Your classmates probably just found out when they got here and wanted to get revenge...." the evil smirk guy said, in quite a serious tone.
And Potter thought he had it bad. So my dad is dead because he killed a bunch of aurors, and yeah some Death Eaters, but who cares? We all die anyway. As long as no one tries to kill me. But it seems like they wanted to....Dammit.
"...What am I going to do? I can't just go back there, they will probably keep trying to hurt me. Why didn't I find out about this sooner? It's my father!"
The one whom was "nicer" sighed and hesitantly spoke.
"Malfoy, let me tell you this, we are not on any side of this....'war' or whatever you wish to call it. Use that to your advantage if you want, anyway...we can give you protection, but you may be forced to destroy your image."
Destroy...my....image?! What are they suggesting....they can't mean...
"What?...What do you mean by that?" I asked.
"You will go to Dumbledore, and ask for his protection, but say you will neither side with him, nor agaisnt him. If this does not work for you....we may have to side with methods that....won't work as well."
"...Dumbledore? He isn't going to accept that! What other methods? And why won't they work as well?"
They looked at each other, in almost fear, then the 'evil guy'...smirked, how original.
"We could pretend to kill you, and then we use a lot of sneaky crap and make you into a new student...or you hide within somewhere in the castle, pretending to have disapeared,
though that may also require Dumbledore's knowledge, or you could go into hiding elsewhere." He said, his smirk going on and off as he spoke.
"You can have a day or two to decide, because you should get to the Hospital Wing, you look quite beaten up." The other one said.
"I wonder why?!!....But fine, I'll think about it. But...who are you guys? I can't think of your names."
"That's good. Less likelihood of blackmailage! Anyway, we have to go, so, we'll check up on you tomorow in the Hospital Wing and get an answer from you. Bye."
He said a few spells and left the room abruptly before anything else could be said.
Me and the smirker were left in the room together, alone. And smirking at each other with malice. Suddenly, he winked and followed the other guy out of the room with no other explanation.
I stood there for a long while before I decided that I really needed to be healed. I walked slowly back to the Hospital Wing and opened the door.
I came face to face with Potter himself as he was walking out.
A/N- Well here is some more, thank you for reading!
Now I see the truth, I got doubt
A different motive in your eyes and now I'm out
See you later
I see your fantasy, You want to make it a reality paved in gold
See inside, Inside of our heads (yeah) Well now that's over
I see your motives inside, decisions to hide -Trapt (Head Strong)'
"Huh? Malfoy?...."
We stared at each other for a few moments. I could say I felt something corny, like for a few seconds everything around us seemed to stop. That is not how I felt though, because Potter was pushed away, and in came a couple 7th year Slytherins.
"Malfoy, there you are. We all were starting to....worry." A boy, that I did not know the name of said. He was kind of freaky looking, looking arrogant in a way that could rival...well me, and yet he looked so....afraid. (Hey, who said Malfoy's were bad at analyzing people?)
"Why did you push me for?!" Potter was saying while slowly getting up, I think he got pushed pretty hard.
"You were in our way, that's why...Scar boy."
Harry clenched his fists, I looked between them and sighed, although it was fun seeing Potter suffer, it was my job...to do it, yeah. So I got off the bed sadly and walked over to the Slytherin boys.
"Look, if you want something from me then bother me, not Potter." I said, and started walking out the door, injuries still intact and all. I must be crazy.
A heard footsteps coming up, catching up to. They were breathing so loud, fools. They grabbed me and turned me around. They were so much taller then me, but I looked at them with a look that had no fear, unlike themselves.
I knew how to hide fear. Never look back, and here they were trying to make me fear.
Did they really think they could get away with it now?
"Malfoy....Stop struggling you idiot. We're on your side. OW. Shit....You bastard, calm down." The one whom had spoken before was saying, while I struggled to escape and kicked him numerous times, the reason why I was doing this was because they had taken me into an empty classroom and locked the door.
But after a while I decided to play their little game and stopped struggling and kicking.
"Fine. What do you want? Make it quick, I'm a busy man."
The one whom had not spoken at all seemed to smirk a little at this, I glared at him and he just stared back indifferently.
This made me angry, he thought he could be better then me?
"Malfoy, we have to say this quick. The reason why your classmates hurt you---"
"You know about that?!...What the hell are you doing? Can't you see I am hurt from that! You come barging in pretending to be on my side when---"
"MALFOY! You fool, just listen to others for once!"
The other boy smirked again and coughed a bit.
"Maybe...I should take care of this," he said, "Malfoy....your father was killed---" he started saying.
"WHAT! They beat me up because he died?! They---"
"Malfoy, it is what happened before that made them hurt you, although none of us really know the truth of what happened anyway....I will tell you what we heard, just tell me you won't interupt again..."
I stared at them in annoyance, why when things happen they grow worse and become a big nightmare?! I really just wanted to take the pain that was growing every minute to be taken care of, but I also wanted to hear what they wanted to say.
I guess I could understand why they did that...they were worried about Potter hearing, or anyone else for that matter...but they could have picked a better time!
"Fine." I said.
"All right Malfoy, just understand, this might seem strange, but in Azkaban...the Dementors left of course, so there was just a bunch of lowly Aurors keeping things going. Your father and the others whom had been captured coped with it, although they could have easily escaped. For a long time your father had the control of the group, as he usually did.
Then something happened....all we know is that your father possibly caused a trauma, and he killed many of the aurors somehow, he also killed many of the other Death Eaters. Another auror arrived at the scene just in time, and killed your father to stop him from doing anymore damage.
I don't know if everything else got under control. Your classmates probably just found out when they got here and wanted to get revenge...." the evil smirk guy said, in quite a serious tone.
And Potter thought he had it bad. So my dad is dead because he killed a bunch of aurors, and yeah some Death Eaters, but who cares? We all die anyway. As long as no one tries to kill me. But it seems like they wanted to....Dammit.
"...What am I going to do? I can't just go back there, they will probably keep trying to hurt me. Why didn't I find out about this sooner? It's my father!"
The one whom was "nicer" sighed and hesitantly spoke.
"Malfoy, let me tell you this, we are not on any side of this....'war' or whatever you wish to call it. Use that to your advantage if you want, anyway...we can give you protection, but you may be forced to destroy your image."
Destroy...my....image?! What are they suggesting....they can't mean...
"What?...What do you mean by that?" I asked.
"You will go to Dumbledore, and ask for his protection, but say you will neither side with him, nor agaisnt him. If this does not work for you....we may have to side with methods that....won't work as well."
"...Dumbledore? He isn't going to accept that! What other methods? And why won't they work as well?"
They looked at each other, in almost fear, then the 'evil guy'...smirked, how original.
"We could pretend to kill you, and then we use a lot of sneaky crap and make you into a new student...or you hide within somewhere in the castle, pretending to have disapeared,
though that may also require Dumbledore's knowledge, or you could go into hiding elsewhere." He said, his smirk going on and off as he spoke.
"You can have a day or two to decide, because you should get to the Hospital Wing, you look quite beaten up." The other one said.
"I wonder why?!!....But fine, I'll think about it. But...who are you guys? I can't think of your names."
"That's good. Less likelihood of blackmailage! Anyway, we have to go, so, we'll check up on you tomorow in the Hospital Wing and get an answer from you. Bye."
He said a few spells and left the room abruptly before anything else could be said.
Me and the smirker were left in the room together, alone. And smirking at each other with malice. Suddenly, he winked and followed the other guy out of the room with no other explanation.
I stood there for a long while before I decided that I really needed to be healed. I walked slowly back to the Hospital Wing and opened the door.
I came face to face with Potter himself as he was walking out.
A/N- Well here is some more, thank you for reading!
