Across town, in his manor near the Ministry of Magic, Draco was doing the
same thing. He was lying in bed, trying to read a book, but he couldn't
concentrate. He threw the old worn copy of "Hogwarts, A History," across
the room. It hit a picture frame and shattered the glass, but Draco didn't
care. He just sat in bed, contemplating ways to get Hermione back.
He didn't know how long he was lying awake in bed, but he somehow fell asleep. Not for long however. At exactly midnight, someone knocked on his door. "Go away!" Draco called out drowsily, but the knocking continued.
Draco pulled himself out of bed and went to the door, armed with his wand, ready to hex whoever it was bothering him at this late hour. However, when he opened the door, no one was there. He stepped outside, swearing under his breath. He didn't see anyone so he turned around and screamed.
"Blaise, what the hell are you doing here? You're supposed to be dead!" he gasped.
"Yea, no thanks to you might I add." Blaise Zabini stood behind Draco, looking transparent. "I am dead. I'm just a ghost. I've come back to deliver a message." He turned and walked over to the couch, chains dragging behind him. He tried to sit down, but he just fell through the couch. "Shit, I forgot about that."
While Blaise was trying to make himself comfortable, Draco was staring openmouthed at him. When Blaise got himself situated on a stone stool, Draco started to speak. "Why are you here? Are you really dead? And what are those chains from?" he stuttered.
"One question at a time! Yea, I'm dead, but I'll start with the chains. I made these while I was living. They represent all of the bad things you have ever done and unless you make them right by the time you die, you will have these chains forever. You have chains too Draco, more than me even."
"Yea right," Draco said scornfully. "You have lots. How could I have more than you?"
"Well think about it. This is after only 10 years of loan-sharking, not to mention what happened at Hogwarts. I wasn't bad at Hogwarts, you were, so you'll have more than me."
"Preposterous. I made my peace with Weasel and Potty. And Hermione, well you know how that turned out."
Blaise just rolled his eyes. "Yea, I know how that turned out. You broke the poor girl's heart, but I'm not here to ridicule your love life. I'm here to inform you that you will have three visitors."
"I always have visitors, all of these people who owe me money. They always stop by and pay. You know that."
"That's where your chains are coming from. Anyway, don't interrupt me. You should respect the dead, especially your dead business partner. Even if I can't help myself, I would like to help you. Like I said before you interrupted, you will have three visitors. They will show you your past, present and what is yet to come. You can then decide if you would like to change or stay the same. It is up to you." With those last words, Blaise disappeared.
Draco couldn't believe what he just heard. "Blaise? Blaise?" He shook his head and walked into the kitchen, convinced that it was just a hallucination brought on by too much Firewhiskey. He poured himself a glass of scotch and downed it. He walked back into his room and slammed the door. He climbed into his bed and fell back asleep. He had been asleep for about 45 minutes when he woke up immediately. He didn't know what made him wake up, but something wasn't right. He grabbed his wand and got out of bed.
He went to the door and cautiously opened it. He peered into the living room and was surprised to see a figure. Draco was quiet and crouched down. He aimed his wand and muttered "Expelliarmus!" The spell went right through the mysterious figure and hit the wall. It rebounded and headed straight towards Draco's head. He ducked and the spell just missed him. The figure turned around.
"Ah, Mr. Malfoy. I was waiting for you to wake up." The figure said.
Draco pulled himself off of the floor and looked at the figure. "Pro- Professor Snape? You died 10 years ago... in the final battle. What are you doing here?"
"Did Mr. Zabini explain nothing?! I am here to show you Christmas past, not the best job in the world, but it's better than nothing. I love Christmas hauntings. I especially love haunting Potter and Weasley. They never know what hits them! Anyway, lets go."
Author Note: Sorry it's shorter, but this was the best place to end. Please Read and Review!
Moony2187
He didn't know how long he was lying awake in bed, but he somehow fell asleep. Not for long however. At exactly midnight, someone knocked on his door. "Go away!" Draco called out drowsily, but the knocking continued.
Draco pulled himself out of bed and went to the door, armed with his wand, ready to hex whoever it was bothering him at this late hour. However, when he opened the door, no one was there. He stepped outside, swearing under his breath. He didn't see anyone so he turned around and screamed.
"Blaise, what the hell are you doing here? You're supposed to be dead!" he gasped.
"Yea, no thanks to you might I add." Blaise Zabini stood behind Draco, looking transparent. "I am dead. I'm just a ghost. I've come back to deliver a message." He turned and walked over to the couch, chains dragging behind him. He tried to sit down, but he just fell through the couch. "Shit, I forgot about that."
While Blaise was trying to make himself comfortable, Draco was staring openmouthed at him. When Blaise got himself situated on a stone stool, Draco started to speak. "Why are you here? Are you really dead? And what are those chains from?" he stuttered.
"One question at a time! Yea, I'm dead, but I'll start with the chains. I made these while I was living. They represent all of the bad things you have ever done and unless you make them right by the time you die, you will have these chains forever. You have chains too Draco, more than me even."
"Yea right," Draco said scornfully. "You have lots. How could I have more than you?"
"Well think about it. This is after only 10 years of loan-sharking, not to mention what happened at Hogwarts. I wasn't bad at Hogwarts, you were, so you'll have more than me."
"Preposterous. I made my peace with Weasel and Potty. And Hermione, well you know how that turned out."
Blaise just rolled his eyes. "Yea, I know how that turned out. You broke the poor girl's heart, but I'm not here to ridicule your love life. I'm here to inform you that you will have three visitors."
"I always have visitors, all of these people who owe me money. They always stop by and pay. You know that."
"That's where your chains are coming from. Anyway, don't interrupt me. You should respect the dead, especially your dead business partner. Even if I can't help myself, I would like to help you. Like I said before you interrupted, you will have three visitors. They will show you your past, present and what is yet to come. You can then decide if you would like to change or stay the same. It is up to you." With those last words, Blaise disappeared.
Draco couldn't believe what he just heard. "Blaise? Blaise?" He shook his head and walked into the kitchen, convinced that it was just a hallucination brought on by too much Firewhiskey. He poured himself a glass of scotch and downed it. He walked back into his room and slammed the door. He climbed into his bed and fell back asleep. He had been asleep for about 45 minutes when he woke up immediately. He didn't know what made him wake up, but something wasn't right. He grabbed his wand and got out of bed.
He went to the door and cautiously opened it. He peered into the living room and was surprised to see a figure. Draco was quiet and crouched down. He aimed his wand and muttered "Expelliarmus!" The spell went right through the mysterious figure and hit the wall. It rebounded and headed straight towards Draco's head. He ducked and the spell just missed him. The figure turned around.
"Ah, Mr. Malfoy. I was waiting for you to wake up." The figure said.
Draco pulled himself off of the floor and looked at the figure. "Pro- Professor Snape? You died 10 years ago... in the final battle. What are you doing here?"
"Did Mr. Zabini explain nothing?! I am here to show you Christmas past, not the best job in the world, but it's better than nothing. I love Christmas hauntings. I especially love haunting Potter and Weasley. They never know what hits them! Anyway, lets go."
Author Note: Sorry it's shorter, but this was the best place to end. Please Read and Review!
Moony2187
