Forbidden Fires
by The Artful Dodgeress
Chapter 1: Red Rain in a Mad World
"All around me are familiar faces
worn out places, worn out faces Bright and early for the daily races
Going nowhere, going nowhere Their tears are filling up their glasses
No expression, no expression Hide my head I want to drown my sorrow
No tomorrow, no tomorrow And I find it kind of funny, I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had I find it hard to tell you, I find it hard to take
When people run in circles it's a very very..
Mad world, Mad World Children waiting for the day they feel good
Happy birthday, happy birthday And they feel the way that every child should
Sit and listen, sit and listen Went to school and I was very nervous
No one knew me, no one knew me Hello teacher tell me what's my lesson?
Look right through me, look right through me And I find it kind of funny, I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had I find it hard to tell you, I find it hard to take
When people run in circles it's a very very.
Mad world, Mad world, Enlarge your world..
Mad World" ~Mad World by Gary Jules, as heard in "Donnie Darko"
Lightning flashed and thunder roared, shaking Malfoy Manor as Draco stormed out, carrying a wand, a black broomstick, and a large trunk. He enchanted the trunk to make it light weight before tying it to the end of the broomstick. This was a difficult task, as Draco Malfoy currently suffered from an un-bandaged broken arm, and a few broken ribs, not to mention all of the blood that seemed to be spilling from his body. The ground around him seemed to be covered in red rain. He looked up, into the rain that so painfully stung his tattered back. He felt light headed, but ignored the feeling and kept on working with his trunk. Finally, he mounted his Nimbus 2001 and started to fly away. He had no clue where he was going, but anywhere was better then being at his current residence. He could no longer stand the treacherous beatings of his Death Eater father, and decided to leave him behind, once and for all. His only reason for staying before was to protect his poor mother, but she was gone now. Tears streaked down Draco's face as he painfully remembered the dreadful day one week ago.
*/Flash Back\*
"M..m.m...master Draco? M..m..Master Draco? Please sir, please..come down at once to your father sir, please, or the mistress may not survive. Please sir, come quickly, please!" Henny, Draco's house elf stuttered in fear, as he stood in the doorway to Draco's room. Without a word he grabbed his wand and flew out of his room and dashed down to the sitting room where he could hear his mother's screams. He burst through the doors and quickly pointed his wand at his father, casting the first dangerous spell that came into his head.
"CRUCIO!" Draco bellowed. As soon as the words left his lips he knew that he would pay dearly for this. The curse did not affect his father as it would have if he was a full grown wizard, but it was enough because his father went flying into the opposite wall and screamed out in anguish. Draco ran over to his mother, only thinking about how he might help her. He knelt down at her side and took her pale, bleeding hand in his own. But he had taken too long. His father was back on his feet and had his wand in his hand. He yelled a curse and sent Draco flying into the corner of the wall and ceiling. As Draco fell to the ground, he saw his father turn his wand to Narcissa. As if in slow motion, he saw his father say one final, deadly curse and there was a flash of green light. His mother's screams were the last thing he heard before he hit the ground and fell unconscious.
*\End Flash Back/*
Fresh anger flared inside Draco as he remembered, and he started to accelerate even faster on his Nimbus. He barley noticed the sting of the rain on his wounds. But soon the pain grew. He tried to ignore it, but as the hail started, it grew to be too much and he started to slip off his broom. He looked to the ground and saw something, brilliant and white, like an angel, walking across the ground. As the hail pummeled his body, the pain over took him. His vision blurred and as he fell to the ground, and quite possibly to his death, he saw the white angel rushing towards where he would fall. He fell unconscious way before he would hit the ground.
Chapter 1: Red Rain in a Mad World
"All around me are familiar faces
worn out places, worn out faces Bright and early for the daily races
Going nowhere, going nowhere Their tears are filling up their glasses
No expression, no expression Hide my head I want to drown my sorrow
No tomorrow, no tomorrow And I find it kind of funny, I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had I find it hard to tell you, I find it hard to take
When people run in circles it's a very very..
Mad world, Mad World Children waiting for the day they feel good
Happy birthday, happy birthday And they feel the way that every child should
Sit and listen, sit and listen Went to school and I was very nervous
No one knew me, no one knew me Hello teacher tell me what's my lesson?
Look right through me, look right through me And I find it kind of funny, I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had I find it hard to tell you, I find it hard to take
When people run in circles it's a very very.
Mad world, Mad world, Enlarge your world..
Mad World" ~Mad World by Gary Jules, as heard in "Donnie Darko"
Lightning flashed and thunder roared, shaking Malfoy Manor as Draco stormed out, carrying a wand, a black broomstick, and a large trunk. He enchanted the trunk to make it light weight before tying it to the end of the broomstick. This was a difficult task, as Draco Malfoy currently suffered from an un-bandaged broken arm, and a few broken ribs, not to mention all of the blood that seemed to be spilling from his body. The ground around him seemed to be covered in red rain. He looked up, into the rain that so painfully stung his tattered back. He felt light headed, but ignored the feeling and kept on working with his trunk. Finally, he mounted his Nimbus 2001 and started to fly away. He had no clue where he was going, but anywhere was better then being at his current residence. He could no longer stand the treacherous beatings of his Death Eater father, and decided to leave him behind, once and for all. His only reason for staying before was to protect his poor mother, but she was gone now. Tears streaked down Draco's face as he painfully remembered the dreadful day one week ago.
*/Flash Back\*
"M..m.m...master Draco? M..m..Master Draco? Please sir, please..come down at once to your father sir, please, or the mistress may not survive. Please sir, come quickly, please!" Henny, Draco's house elf stuttered in fear, as he stood in the doorway to Draco's room. Without a word he grabbed his wand and flew out of his room and dashed down to the sitting room where he could hear his mother's screams. He burst through the doors and quickly pointed his wand at his father, casting the first dangerous spell that came into his head.
"CRUCIO!" Draco bellowed. As soon as the words left his lips he knew that he would pay dearly for this. The curse did not affect his father as it would have if he was a full grown wizard, but it was enough because his father went flying into the opposite wall and screamed out in anguish. Draco ran over to his mother, only thinking about how he might help her. He knelt down at her side and took her pale, bleeding hand in his own. But he had taken too long. His father was back on his feet and had his wand in his hand. He yelled a curse and sent Draco flying into the corner of the wall and ceiling. As Draco fell to the ground, he saw his father turn his wand to Narcissa. As if in slow motion, he saw his father say one final, deadly curse and there was a flash of green light. His mother's screams were the last thing he heard before he hit the ground and fell unconscious.
*\End Flash Back/*
Fresh anger flared inside Draco as he remembered, and he started to accelerate even faster on his Nimbus. He barley noticed the sting of the rain on his wounds. But soon the pain grew. He tried to ignore it, but as the hail started, it grew to be too much and he started to slip off his broom. He looked to the ground and saw something, brilliant and white, like an angel, walking across the ground. As the hail pummeled his body, the pain over took him. His vision blurred and as he fell to the ground, and quite possibly to his death, he saw the white angel rushing towards where he would fall. He fell unconscious way before he would hit the ground.