CHAPTER IV
Remembering my vision I went out of the protective wards and walked down to the corner. I was about to call the knight but I heard people talking, coming up the ally. I remembered what Voldemort's orders were and sunk between a dumpster and a large box. I sat back and listened as the robed men passed by me.
"The Potter boy won't know what hit him." A large man said. Even though I couldn't recognize them, I had a suspicion it was Crabe and Goyle Sr. by their size.
It would almost be like a half of a person against one, with as dumb as these two were. Taking a chance I jumped out from my hiding place and stunned them both before either got out their wands. There would be Deatheaters all over Surrey searching for me. The knight bus would definitely be too noticeable.
My only choice would be Kings Cross Station. But if the Hogwarts express wasn't running I would have to walk the tracks, that's a good three or four day walk. I don't have that much time. Unless, I could get to London tonight get to Diagon Alley, floo to Hogsmead and go to Hogwarts, that might work. London was a goo hour and half by car. If I could make it out of Surrey I could call a cab the rest of the way. That was my best option.
I began walking the back streets of Surrey another ten minutes and I would be in Ellsburg. It was at least midnight, I was starving and aching all over. Yet here I was walking through Surrey trying to avoid Deatheaters.
"Just five more minutes," I chanted to myself.
"Five more minutes till what Mr. Potter?" A voice drawled from around the next corner. "Surely you don't mean your own death? No no, master will keep you alive for quite a while. He likes to ...play with his food before he devours it." He said.
I contemplated turning and running, but I did not have the strength for it. I was sure uncle Vernon had done something to damage my lungs for I was already panting.
"Malfoy," I sneered recognizing the velvet like voice.
"Young Potter, you shouldn't be out in dark alley's at night. Didn't your mummy and daddy teach you that? Oh yes that's right they never got the chance did they? What a pity." He said.
"You bastard, I don't have time for you." I wheezed.
"Well I suggest that you open up a spot in that busy little schedule of yours Mr. Potter because you and I are over due for a duel." Malfoy spat.
"Calm yourself Potter. Just do not let yourself be distracted." I thought to myslef.
"All right Malfoy you have me, let's get this over with." I said.
"Expelliarmus," he yelled.
I quickly dodged that but not without a considerable amount of pain.
"His style is quite similar to Malfoy Jr.'s, surely I can beat him" I thought while observing his technique.
"Stupefy" I returned. That attack was also dodged.
"Crucio" he snarled out.
I just barley dodged the curse and then returned it in kind. A scream split through the silence of the night. Staring at Malfoy's writhing form on the pavement I realized what I had done.
I had used an unforgivable.
Half in shock I ended the curse.
"I'm not a boy anymore Malfoy, nor do I think like one. I entered into the magical world only four years ago, not knowing anything about it. At first when I learned about Voldemort my state of mind saw only two sides, good and evil, black and white. But you know what I have slowly realized? There is a gray spot. Right between the two, neither good nor evil. A place where killing is not necessarily bad and genius is sometimes mistaken for insanity. Sometimes those who are blind have the clearest vision. Wouldn't you agree Mr. Malfoy?" I asked.
Although it was I who was speaking, the words coming out of my mouth were foreign to me. Though as I thought about it I realized just how true it was. "Don't you agree that there are circumstances when killing is a good thing? To save someone's life to rid the world of a future evil?
The Grey spot is neutral. It is a balance between the two. Dumbeldore and the order is the light, while Voldemort and his followers are the dark. With Voldemort's amount of resources and Dumbeldore's lack of support from the ministry, the dark is slowly over whelming the light.
This is where the Grey steps in to restore the balance. And do you know who that is Mr. Malfoy?" I asked as I stop pacing right in front of his face:
"It's me." I growled.
Leaving Lucius Malfoy in a great deal of pain I began to walk away.
"Oh and Lucius, do remember what I said. I'm not a boy anymore, nor do I think like one. I would have no qualms about killing you, but I have some place to be, so, if you will excuse me."
Remembering my vision I went out of the protective wards and walked down to the corner. I was about to call the knight but I heard people talking, coming up the ally. I remembered what Voldemort's orders were and sunk between a dumpster and a large box. I sat back and listened as the robed men passed by me.
"The Potter boy won't know what hit him." A large man said. Even though I couldn't recognize them, I had a suspicion it was Crabe and Goyle Sr. by their size.
It would almost be like a half of a person against one, with as dumb as these two were. Taking a chance I jumped out from my hiding place and stunned them both before either got out their wands. There would be Deatheaters all over Surrey searching for me. The knight bus would definitely be too noticeable.
My only choice would be Kings Cross Station. But if the Hogwarts express wasn't running I would have to walk the tracks, that's a good three or four day walk. I don't have that much time. Unless, I could get to London tonight get to Diagon Alley, floo to Hogsmead and go to Hogwarts, that might work. London was a goo hour and half by car. If I could make it out of Surrey I could call a cab the rest of the way. That was my best option.
I began walking the back streets of Surrey another ten minutes and I would be in Ellsburg. It was at least midnight, I was starving and aching all over. Yet here I was walking through Surrey trying to avoid Deatheaters.
"Just five more minutes," I chanted to myself.
"Five more minutes till what Mr. Potter?" A voice drawled from around the next corner. "Surely you don't mean your own death? No no, master will keep you alive for quite a while. He likes to ...play with his food before he devours it." He said.
I contemplated turning and running, but I did not have the strength for it. I was sure uncle Vernon had done something to damage my lungs for I was already panting.
"Malfoy," I sneered recognizing the velvet like voice.
"Young Potter, you shouldn't be out in dark alley's at night. Didn't your mummy and daddy teach you that? Oh yes that's right they never got the chance did they? What a pity." He said.
"You bastard, I don't have time for you." I wheezed.
"Well I suggest that you open up a spot in that busy little schedule of yours Mr. Potter because you and I are over due for a duel." Malfoy spat.
"Calm yourself Potter. Just do not let yourself be distracted." I thought to myslef.
"All right Malfoy you have me, let's get this over with." I said.
"Expelliarmus," he yelled.
I quickly dodged that but not without a considerable amount of pain.
"His style is quite similar to Malfoy Jr.'s, surely I can beat him" I thought while observing his technique.
"Stupefy" I returned. That attack was also dodged.
"Crucio" he snarled out.
I just barley dodged the curse and then returned it in kind. A scream split through the silence of the night. Staring at Malfoy's writhing form on the pavement I realized what I had done.
I had used an unforgivable.
Half in shock I ended the curse.
"I'm not a boy anymore Malfoy, nor do I think like one. I entered into the magical world only four years ago, not knowing anything about it. At first when I learned about Voldemort my state of mind saw only two sides, good and evil, black and white. But you know what I have slowly realized? There is a gray spot. Right between the two, neither good nor evil. A place where killing is not necessarily bad and genius is sometimes mistaken for insanity. Sometimes those who are blind have the clearest vision. Wouldn't you agree Mr. Malfoy?" I asked.
Although it was I who was speaking, the words coming out of my mouth were foreign to me. Though as I thought about it I realized just how true it was. "Don't you agree that there are circumstances when killing is a good thing? To save someone's life to rid the world of a future evil?
The Grey spot is neutral. It is a balance between the two. Dumbeldore and the order is the light, while Voldemort and his followers are the dark. With Voldemort's amount of resources and Dumbeldore's lack of support from the ministry, the dark is slowly over whelming the light.
This is where the Grey steps in to restore the balance. And do you know who that is Mr. Malfoy?" I asked as I stop pacing right in front of his face:
"It's me." I growled.
Leaving Lucius Malfoy in a great deal of pain I began to walk away.
"Oh and Lucius, do remember what I said. I'm not a boy anymore, nor do I think like one. I would have no qualms about killing you, but I have some place to be, so, if you will excuse me."
