Thanks so much for everyone who reviewed! I might not update for about a
week because of the homework load and swimming, but I will as soon as I
can. I'll try not to leave you hanging.
Or maybe I will. NOBODY REVIEWED BLUEANDGOLD DRAGONS EXCEPT THE DARK
WANDERER AND ANNA-RAY (thanks guys!)!!!!!!!! I really don't want to do
this, but I'm going to punish you all. Maybe I'll kill of Luna. Or maybe
I'll leave it as a cliffhanger... I need at least five reviews or I will
torture and kill all the characters! MUHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! I
HAVE POWER!!!!
Lol. Just kidding (or am I...). I didn't want to resort to this, but I am killing someone in this chapter. I will kill more unless you guys review my other story! Please review it! I don't care if you haven't read the books; just tell me which one you like better.PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE!!!!!!!
Thanks again to my reviewers. Luv you guys (ntw).
The Dark Wanderer: Thanks for reviewing again! I know Snape isn't old, but he's ancient compared to Draco and Luna, Lol.
Anna-Ray: I love the Corte thingy. It makes me feel really evil. Thanks for reviewing!
Lady_Chaos: Thanks for reviewing! Yup, that's Lucius.
Here's the next chapter.
Chapter 16
Draco heard Luna's scream. Not with his ears, but the shriek that flowed through his head like a tidal wave, sweeping away his senses and leaving him seeing double. He was in a heaving sea of terror and noise. Sharks of blinding pain gnawed his legs. He groaned and grabbed his head, dropping to his knees. He was dimly aware of Snape not even faltering as he ran on. At least the fool was headed in the right direction. What was going on?
~HELP!!!~ Luna's voice roared in after the tidal wave. Black spots danced in front of Draco's eyes. His vision swam. He shook his head feebly. His elbows buckled, and his chin hit the floor. He was suddenly aware of the link between him and Luna flaring up in a brilliant explosion of light. It was as though a million suns had exploded. He made a half attempt to shield his eyes, watching the light begin to pulse and whip around like a snake on a knife. A sudden pain squeezed his heart, and Draco could feel the link being cut, he could feel the knife. It was as though someone had torn out his heart. Clutching his chest, he tried to rise, but fell back. His head hit the floor, and like a million black ants swarming across his vision, his sight began to darken. He was dimly aware that blood was streaming from his chin.
More terror from Luna. And pain. Oh, the pain! He had felt physical pain before, plenty of it, but nothing like this. It felt as though his very soul was being torn in two. He felt Luna sending strength, despite her terror, and he clung to it. Another wave of pain hit him like a hammerstroke.. HAMMERSTROKE. HAMMERSTROKE. HAMMERSTROKE. HAMMERSTROKE. HAMMERSTROKE. HAMMERSTROKE. HAMMERSTROKE. HAMMERSTROKE. HAMMERSTROKE. HAMMERSTROKE. HAMMERSTROKE. HAMMERSTROKE. HAMMERSTROKE. HAMMERSTROKE. HAMMERSTROKE. HAMMERSTROKE. HAMMERSTROKE. HAMMERSTROKE. HAMMERSTROKE. HAMMERSTROKE. HAMMERSTROKE. HAMMERSTROKE. HAMMERSTROKE. HAMMERSTROKE. HAMMERSTROKE. HAMMERSTROKE. HAMMERSTROKE. HAMMERSTROKE. HAMMERSTROKE. HAMMERSTROKE. HAMMERSTROKE. HAMMERSTROKE. HAMMERSTROKE. HAMMERSTROKE. HAMMERSTROKE. HAMMERSTROKE. HAMMERSTROKE. HAMMERSTROKE. HAMMERSTROKE. HAMMERSTROKE. Another wave. The light flashed feebly. Hammerstroke. Hammerstroke. Hammerstroke. Hammerstroke. HAMMERSTROKE. Hammerstroke. HAMMERSTROKE. Hammerstroke. HAMMERSTROKE. Hammerstroke. Hammerstroke. Hammerstroke. Hammerstroke. Hammerstroke. Hammerstroke. Hammerstroke. Hammerstroke. Hammerstroke. Hammerstroke. Hammerstroke. Hammerstroke. Hammerstroke. Hammerstroke. Hammerstroke. Hammerstroke. He felt his body thrashing and convulsing. Hammerstroke. Hammerstroke. Hammerstroke. Hammerstroke. Hammerstroke. Hammerstroke. HAMMERSTROKE. Hammerstroke. Hammerstroke. Hammerstroke. Hammerstroke. Hammerstroke. Hammerstroke. Hammerstroke. Hammerstroke. HAMMERSTROKE. Hammerstroke. HAMMERSTROKE. Hammerstroke. Hammerstroke. Hammerstroke. Hammerstroke. The pain was more than he could take. Hammerstroke. HAMMERSTROKE. Hammerstroke. Hammerstroke. Hammerstroke. Hammerstroke. Hammerstroke. Hammerstroke. Hammerstroke. Hammerstroke. HAMMERSTROKE. HAMMERSTROKE. HAMMERSTROKE. Hammerstroke. Hammerstroke. Hammerstroke. HAMMERSTROKE. Hammerstroke. Hammerstroke. He was going to die. Hammerstroke. Hammerstroke. Hammerstroke. Hammerstroke. Hammerstroke. HAMMERSTROKE. Hammerstroke. Hammerstroke. HAMMERSTROKE. Hammerstroke. Hammerstroke. Hammerstroke. HAMMERSTROKE. Hammerstroke. Hammerstroke. HAMMERSTROKE. Hammerstroke. Hammerstroke. Hammerstroke. Hammerstroke. Hammerstroke. Hammerstroke. Hammerstroke. Hammerstroke. He remembered Snape, dimly. Would he end up like that? Hammerstroke. Hammerstroke. Hammerstroke. Hammerstroke. Hammerstroke. Hammerstroke. Hammerstroke. Hammerstroke. Hammerstroke. NO. HE WOULD NOT!!!! Anger blazed through him, overriding pain. Overriding fear. HAMMERSTROKE. NO!!!! With every inch of control that remained, Draco fought. He fought the pain, the hammer. He fought his own soul. He fought and fought. He regained himself. HAMMERSTROKE. The pain was there, but it belonged to another. He was distant. He was removed. He was in control. The pain came again, a series of searing blows. NO! HAMMERSTROKE. HAMMERSTROKE. HAMMERSTROKE. HAMMERSTROKE. He fought it down. With everything he was he fought it. He fought it with his anger, his envy, his impatience, his love, his hatred, his patience, his desires, his cravings, his love, his blood, his brain, his heart, his love, his love, his love, his anger, his pain, his emotions, his soul, his mind, his cunning, his ferocity, his aggression, his timidity. His love. That was what kept him afloat. That was his spear, his shield, his arrow, his lance, his sword. His guardian. Luna. He fought for her. He fought for himself. The link began to glow more strongly, and he felt fingers caressing it. He nearly fell over. It felt as though someone had caressed his soul! He could feel the fingers. They should not be there. They couldn't. It was forbidden, but someone was holding the mind link still, trying to calm it so that it could be cut.
With fury beyond anything he had ever know, Draco drew on as much magic as he could through the link. He had no idea what he was doing, it was more instinct than anything. He felt Luna seize the magic from him, and wield it frantically, like a drowning man clutching a straw. The straw became a sword. The fingers were no longer on the link. They were no longer on the toucher's hand. He felt Luna hesitate.
~Kill him! ~ Draco howled. ~What are you waiting for? ~ He was the wolf. He had the taste of blood fresh in his mouth, fresh fallen from the steaming carcass of his quarry in his mouth, fallen on the virgin snow, churned up behind them.
~Draco, it's your father! I can't kill him! ~
Father? Who needed him. When the leader was old and sick, he was killed. He was useless. Draco was the young wolf. HE was invincible. Magic flowed through him. He was alive. He didn't even need his wand. He was raw power. Uncontrollable. The wolf lifted his bloodstained muzzle and howled. Draco felt the wildness within him stir. No, he was not a wolf. He was a dragon. Eating the beating and bloodied heart of the bleating sheep he carried in his claws, the foolish knight who had dared to oppose him. He roared within him. Blood. KILL! Kill him! Hatred flowed like a billowing wave of thunder. NO!
The sudden thought left the anger blazing out of him. What are you doing? A voice cried in his head, barely audible above the chant. KILL! KILL! KILL!
I don't know. Help me! Lost in rage, lost in his pain, Draco screamed. He felt his flesh burning. Something snapped and shifted. The rage vanished. He fell flat on his face. He was still removed, floating in his world. He felt the power settling, becoming a small presence, a deep well in the back of his head. He had dammed the flow! He had stopped the river. He felt Luna lash out, and somehow, he felt his father die. The part of him that was a child died too.
When Draco came down the stairs as fast as he could, he was changed. Luna embraced him, but he had changed. He felt Luna sobbing into his robes, and wondered who he had become.
Huh. I guess I didn't kill anyone this time, but I will. Very soon.
Lol. Just kidding (or am I...). I didn't want to resort to this, but I am killing someone in this chapter. I will kill more unless you guys review my other story! Please review it! I don't care if you haven't read the books; just tell me which one you like better.PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE!!!!!!!
Thanks again to my reviewers. Luv you guys (ntw).
The Dark Wanderer: Thanks for reviewing again! I know Snape isn't old, but he's ancient compared to Draco and Luna, Lol.
Anna-Ray: I love the Corte thingy. It makes me feel really evil. Thanks for reviewing!
Lady_Chaos: Thanks for reviewing! Yup, that's Lucius.
Here's the next chapter.
Chapter 16
Draco heard Luna's scream. Not with his ears, but the shriek that flowed through his head like a tidal wave, sweeping away his senses and leaving him seeing double. He was in a heaving sea of terror and noise. Sharks of blinding pain gnawed his legs. He groaned and grabbed his head, dropping to his knees. He was dimly aware of Snape not even faltering as he ran on. At least the fool was headed in the right direction. What was going on?
~HELP!!!~ Luna's voice roared in after the tidal wave. Black spots danced in front of Draco's eyes. His vision swam. He shook his head feebly. His elbows buckled, and his chin hit the floor. He was suddenly aware of the link between him and Luna flaring up in a brilliant explosion of light. It was as though a million suns had exploded. He made a half attempt to shield his eyes, watching the light begin to pulse and whip around like a snake on a knife. A sudden pain squeezed his heart, and Draco could feel the link being cut, he could feel the knife. It was as though someone had torn out his heart. Clutching his chest, he tried to rise, but fell back. His head hit the floor, and like a million black ants swarming across his vision, his sight began to darken. He was dimly aware that blood was streaming from his chin.
More terror from Luna. And pain. Oh, the pain! He had felt physical pain before, plenty of it, but nothing like this. It felt as though his very soul was being torn in two. He felt Luna sending strength, despite her terror, and he clung to it. Another wave of pain hit him like a hammerstroke.. HAMMERSTROKE. HAMMERSTROKE. HAMMERSTROKE. HAMMERSTROKE. HAMMERSTROKE. HAMMERSTROKE. HAMMERSTROKE. HAMMERSTROKE. HAMMERSTROKE. HAMMERSTROKE. HAMMERSTROKE. HAMMERSTROKE. HAMMERSTROKE. HAMMERSTROKE. HAMMERSTROKE. HAMMERSTROKE. HAMMERSTROKE. HAMMERSTROKE. HAMMERSTROKE. HAMMERSTROKE. HAMMERSTROKE. HAMMERSTROKE. HAMMERSTROKE. HAMMERSTROKE. HAMMERSTROKE. HAMMERSTROKE. HAMMERSTROKE. HAMMERSTROKE. HAMMERSTROKE. HAMMERSTROKE. HAMMERSTROKE. HAMMERSTROKE. HAMMERSTROKE. HAMMERSTROKE. HAMMERSTROKE. HAMMERSTROKE. HAMMERSTROKE. HAMMERSTROKE. HAMMERSTROKE. HAMMERSTROKE. Another wave. The light flashed feebly. Hammerstroke. Hammerstroke. Hammerstroke. Hammerstroke. HAMMERSTROKE. Hammerstroke. HAMMERSTROKE. Hammerstroke. HAMMERSTROKE. Hammerstroke. Hammerstroke. Hammerstroke. Hammerstroke. Hammerstroke. Hammerstroke. Hammerstroke. Hammerstroke. Hammerstroke. Hammerstroke. Hammerstroke. Hammerstroke. Hammerstroke. Hammerstroke. Hammerstroke. Hammerstroke. He felt his body thrashing and convulsing. Hammerstroke. Hammerstroke. Hammerstroke. Hammerstroke. Hammerstroke. Hammerstroke. HAMMERSTROKE. Hammerstroke. Hammerstroke. Hammerstroke. Hammerstroke. Hammerstroke. Hammerstroke. Hammerstroke. Hammerstroke. HAMMERSTROKE. Hammerstroke. HAMMERSTROKE. Hammerstroke. Hammerstroke. Hammerstroke. Hammerstroke. The pain was more than he could take. Hammerstroke. HAMMERSTROKE. Hammerstroke. Hammerstroke. Hammerstroke. Hammerstroke. Hammerstroke. Hammerstroke. Hammerstroke. Hammerstroke. HAMMERSTROKE. HAMMERSTROKE. HAMMERSTROKE. Hammerstroke. Hammerstroke. Hammerstroke. HAMMERSTROKE. Hammerstroke. Hammerstroke. He was going to die. Hammerstroke. Hammerstroke. Hammerstroke. Hammerstroke. Hammerstroke. HAMMERSTROKE. Hammerstroke. Hammerstroke. HAMMERSTROKE. Hammerstroke. Hammerstroke. Hammerstroke. HAMMERSTROKE. Hammerstroke. Hammerstroke. HAMMERSTROKE. Hammerstroke. Hammerstroke. Hammerstroke. Hammerstroke. Hammerstroke. Hammerstroke. Hammerstroke. Hammerstroke. He remembered Snape, dimly. Would he end up like that? Hammerstroke. Hammerstroke. Hammerstroke. Hammerstroke. Hammerstroke. Hammerstroke. Hammerstroke. Hammerstroke. Hammerstroke. NO. HE WOULD NOT!!!! Anger blazed through him, overriding pain. Overriding fear. HAMMERSTROKE. NO!!!! With every inch of control that remained, Draco fought. He fought the pain, the hammer. He fought his own soul. He fought and fought. He regained himself. HAMMERSTROKE. The pain was there, but it belonged to another. He was distant. He was removed. He was in control. The pain came again, a series of searing blows. NO! HAMMERSTROKE. HAMMERSTROKE. HAMMERSTROKE. HAMMERSTROKE. He fought it down. With everything he was he fought it. He fought it with his anger, his envy, his impatience, his love, his hatred, his patience, his desires, his cravings, his love, his blood, his brain, his heart, his love, his love, his love, his anger, his pain, his emotions, his soul, his mind, his cunning, his ferocity, his aggression, his timidity. His love. That was what kept him afloat. That was his spear, his shield, his arrow, his lance, his sword. His guardian. Luna. He fought for her. He fought for himself. The link began to glow more strongly, and he felt fingers caressing it. He nearly fell over. It felt as though someone had caressed his soul! He could feel the fingers. They should not be there. They couldn't. It was forbidden, but someone was holding the mind link still, trying to calm it so that it could be cut.
With fury beyond anything he had ever know, Draco drew on as much magic as he could through the link. He had no idea what he was doing, it was more instinct than anything. He felt Luna seize the magic from him, and wield it frantically, like a drowning man clutching a straw. The straw became a sword. The fingers were no longer on the link. They were no longer on the toucher's hand. He felt Luna hesitate.
~Kill him! ~ Draco howled. ~What are you waiting for? ~ He was the wolf. He had the taste of blood fresh in his mouth, fresh fallen from the steaming carcass of his quarry in his mouth, fallen on the virgin snow, churned up behind them.
~Draco, it's your father! I can't kill him! ~
Father? Who needed him. When the leader was old and sick, he was killed. He was useless. Draco was the young wolf. HE was invincible. Magic flowed through him. He was alive. He didn't even need his wand. He was raw power. Uncontrollable. The wolf lifted his bloodstained muzzle and howled. Draco felt the wildness within him stir. No, he was not a wolf. He was a dragon. Eating the beating and bloodied heart of the bleating sheep he carried in his claws, the foolish knight who had dared to oppose him. He roared within him. Blood. KILL! Kill him! Hatred flowed like a billowing wave of thunder. NO!
The sudden thought left the anger blazing out of him. What are you doing? A voice cried in his head, barely audible above the chant. KILL! KILL! KILL!
I don't know. Help me! Lost in rage, lost in his pain, Draco screamed. He felt his flesh burning. Something snapped and shifted. The rage vanished. He fell flat on his face. He was still removed, floating in his world. He felt the power settling, becoming a small presence, a deep well in the back of his head. He had dammed the flow! He had stopped the river. He felt Luna lash out, and somehow, he felt his father die. The part of him that was a child died too.
When Draco came down the stairs as fast as he could, he was changed. Luna embraced him, but he had changed. He felt Luna sobbing into his robes, and wondered who he had become.
Huh. I guess I didn't kill anyone this time, but I will. Very soon.
