Blood On the Wall
Chapter 3
Marks of the Damned
Finally the sun had risen over the trees and light had flooded the halls of the disconsolate manor that Draco called home. It was the day he had been waiting for, and also the day that he was dreading. Draco arose that morning and dressed in his blackest clothes to show the mourning of his mother. He would be going to a funeral for her that day, and, to his dismay, his father was bringing his new sex toy and her daughter. They were, as usual, dressed in black clothes. The mother, Kaverdine, in a dress that had no straps and that came just below her hips.
*What a slut* Draco thought when he had seen her slide down the banister.
Symor'e was robed in a dress, which it took forever to force her to wear. Her eye makeup was a distant gray that made her look at least a little awake, and her lips were gloss that made them shine and less resistible. Her dress reached just above her ankles and a slit opened on the side showed her long black hooker type boots. Her hair was in a bun which reminded Draco of Professor McGonagal *Bleh* a shiver went down his spine as he did.
He followed behind the whore that his father bedded into the Lamborghini (HAHA! I found out to spell it!) And sat in the back, leaving the front to the new 'family' that he hadn't the smallest inkling to be apart of.
They drove for hours in silence, Draco just staring at the skin of the girls in the front seat.
*Symor'e is so pale! Does she eat? I mean her mother is at least a natural color, but she's............*
It was true; Symor'e was paler than any regular child. The Malfoy's themselves were pale, but the child sitting before Draco was a dead pale that he had never seen on a person. He decided to ignore it as they drove up to a little abode that read, 'Say Goodbye Funeral Home'. Draco kept his eyes on the floor as they walked into this dark looking place. There were not a lot of people there, for many didn't love his mother. Yes, she was kind to him, but that was because he was her son. Her family on the other hand......... she wanted to stay distant from, so, most likely, they didn't even know she was dead yet. But the black walls and dim lights made it at least look like there were people in the small facility. Draco followed his father to front to sit in the very first pew, seeing as how he was his son. In the first pew it should have been direct family, but it was empty, aside from his father who had already taken his seat and two girls who took up not space at all. The two unwelcome people who where there not even knowing Narcissa were seated at back, looking gloomier than ever.
"And we rise," said a scratchy voice from under the black hood of the man that had stood forth. He was standing on the alter; his mother's casket was not yet brought in, "Let us sing the song of sorrow as our beloved Narcissa Black Malfoy is drawn in."
~Isa lome toowin lave care poon, Save ton loopray con towrouth moon.~
They kept repeating. Draco had looked in the booklet set before him and read what the mumbles meant, "Death has befallen on innocence once again, hath no one wrought was will become of this day."
As they repeated these words of old, Draco saw a beautiful wooden casket, all decorated with hyacinths and rose petals floating inside towards the front of the alter, no men to carry it. As he watched it his eyes trailed to the people in the pews. Draco almost fainted as he illumined in his mind a tall girl with straight brown hair standing in the crowds.
"Can't be her," he whispered aloud as he took a double look.
"What did you say, son?" Draco's vision was blurred when people began to bunch up.
"Huh, sir? Oh, nothing," he lied to his father.
"Now, who will present the eulogy?" the dark minister cut in.
Draco and his father arose to stand in front of the podium, Draco was informed of this the other night and now was his time to express his farewell to his mother, but of course his father had to carouse the crowd first.
"We all knew Narcissa as the feisty girl in the back. Always telling the teachers off when we were in school, and always showing her spark to the headmaster's," everyone laughed as they remember also what she was like in her younger years, "She did her best to stand out and show a difference of how people could be. She always wanted to make people believe that they could be anything they wanted. We all know how that went," he joked, "Yes, Narcissa always wanted to be a mother......... someday. She didn't exactly plan to get pregnant in her 5th year, and believe me......... her parents didn't either," Draco's jaw dropped as he heard this. His father wasn't even NATURALLY funny, why was he trying so hard now. The morbid people in the crowds cracked up at him, but Draco thought this kind of humor was unacceptable, "I'm so glad she let me finish my school year and decided to drop out," his father went on and faked a laugh.
Draco hit his father in the side and pushed him away, "It seems my son would like to go," he imparted as he was shoved to the sidelines.
"My mother, as any human, had her faults yes, but she did, also have her benefits. No matter how many people brought her down," he glared at his father, "she always believed and lived in the fullest of life. She may not have met eye to eye with the rest of her family......... which most of you are not here because of it........."
"I'm here!" a woman with pink hair bellowed out, "I'm her sister, Tonks, and we hated each other."
"Me too!" yelled out another woman, Bellatrix Black.
"Yes, thank you," Draco went on, "But most of her family is not here because of what my mother, Narcissa, may have said or done. I know a lot of you were very keen on not allowing her to marry my father," he looked around the crowd who was nodding wildly, "And I second that notion," he added. Everyone chuckled at the funny little 16 year old. His father just winced at the 'superb sarcasm', "But she did. She thought she had found love in this hippie looking monster," Lucious was about to grab the microphone out of Draco's grasp, but Draco traveled to the side, "that's the point I'm getting at. No matter how they may seem, or how they are," he pointed to Lucious, "she always found the smallest good that she could and fonded over it until it showed through........."
"Your father's a different story," someone shrieked.
"Even thought that may be true, she always appreciated what she had and labeled them with good markings. For example, she had a husband who kept her close," they laughed, for he did. He had kept her with him almost everywhere and made sure she didn't stick a toe out of line, "a family whose ragging always ceased......... with distance," they again giggled at the far out jokes he was cracking. Draco looked down at his feet as he branded his own self, "And a son, who may look like the mean prick that his father is, but always showed otherwise." Everyone smiled at his wits, his cunningness, and bravery to confess himself, "Father," he said looking into the malicious eyes of hate and portrayed in analogies that only his father would know, "No matter how much you......... 'Kept my mother close', I always found a piece of her for me. And when I did, that piece was great. You may of......... 'Put her away for now', but......... what I felt for her......... you can't 'beat' down," Draco then dropped the microphone and walked solemnly out of the room, people rising and clapping as he went.
While he was outside, sitting on a stone bench amidst the flowers and trees he listened to the wind. He hated being like this, he hated feeling like this, and he also hated having expressed himself like that. 'It was korny', as he put it. He wanted to show that he loved his mother and that he knew that it was his father's fault that took her away, but it was the hardest thing expressing that in front of those people trying not showing his softness. He still had his concrete heart, his hallow soul, and his bottomless eyes, but when it came to this boy's mother......... his whole being changed in everyone's gaze.
"It was beautiful."
"What do you want, Symor'e?"
"Oh, is that your girlfriend?"
He turned around to see a hurt looking brown haired girl in a black dress that looked radiant on her, "Hermione? What are you doing here?"
"I knew that your mother's funeral was today, it said so in the Daily Prophet, and I thought you'd need a friend."
Draco closed his eyes as he tried to be mean, "Well, tell me when the 'friend' gets here."
"Here!" she laughed. Her small giggle was not real. It wasn't the real Hermione who laughed like that; she just wanted to at least try to make the best of seeing him.
He turned around and looked her up and down, "You look nice. *NO! Don't say that, stupid!*" he beat himself up.
"Thank you......... you don't look too bad yourself......... considering," she said smiling.
"It was nice of you, but you shouldn't have come."
"He's right, you know," Symor'e came up behind her, "You shouldn't have come."
"Whose she?"
"That's........."
"I'm Symor'e. And you are?"
"Hermione Granger."
"Oh, I know you......... you're that mud........."
"If you say that word I will rip your hair out," Hermione said, trying to be calm.
Symor'e smiled at the brave girl, "You dare stand up to me? Do you know what I am, Herbert?"
"It's Hermione!"
"Yes, right. Don't pick with things you don't' know how to handle."
Draco sat back and watched what was going to happen.
"What do you mean?"
"Oh, are you scared now? Poor, Hermit, shaking in her heels?"
"For the last time, it's Hermione, and........."
"Why are you here?" Symor'e stopped her, tired of freaking out the new girl.
"To support Draco, not that it's any of your business!"
"Oh, you must be the one that he........." Symor'e stopped midsentence due to the low whispers of Draco, 'don't tell her, she can't know, no.'
"Let me ask you a personal question, seeing as how we just met......... Do you love Draco?"
Hermione looked at her feet unwilling to answer.
"Oh, I see you do........." Symor'e's eyes had just then turned to gold as her hair blew back by some force unknown. She whispered, "Not now mother!" as a yell echoed out of her mouth. It was a fearsome shriek that corrupted the place.
The glass of the Funeral Home busted, branches from trees fell to the ground. Everyone covered their ears as they fell to the ground in pain.
"AHHHHHH!" Symor'e kept screaming.
Draco was on the ground trying to reach Hermione who had gotten the full blast of it. Through squinting eyes Draco saw amidst the running crowd, Kaverdine with her hand pointed at Symor'e. Her eyes beheld a fire that showed rage and hate.
"AHHHHH!" Draco pulled out his wand, trying to ignore the shrieks bellowing from Symor'e's mouth. He felt as if his veins were going to explode inside of him if he heard the screams any longer. Actually they would of, for the power of this sort goes to those measures, but due to him yelling, "SHUMOUTEO!" Symor'e fell to the ground as her mother's hand dropped to her side.
"You're a......... banshee?" Draco whispered.
A/N: More to come!!!!
Chapter 3
Marks of the Damned
Finally the sun had risen over the trees and light had flooded the halls of the disconsolate manor that Draco called home. It was the day he had been waiting for, and also the day that he was dreading. Draco arose that morning and dressed in his blackest clothes to show the mourning of his mother. He would be going to a funeral for her that day, and, to his dismay, his father was bringing his new sex toy and her daughter. They were, as usual, dressed in black clothes. The mother, Kaverdine, in a dress that had no straps and that came just below her hips.
*What a slut* Draco thought when he had seen her slide down the banister.
Symor'e was robed in a dress, which it took forever to force her to wear. Her eye makeup was a distant gray that made her look at least a little awake, and her lips were gloss that made them shine and less resistible. Her dress reached just above her ankles and a slit opened on the side showed her long black hooker type boots. Her hair was in a bun which reminded Draco of Professor McGonagal *Bleh* a shiver went down his spine as he did.
He followed behind the whore that his father bedded into the Lamborghini (HAHA! I found out to spell it!) And sat in the back, leaving the front to the new 'family' that he hadn't the smallest inkling to be apart of.
They drove for hours in silence, Draco just staring at the skin of the girls in the front seat.
*Symor'e is so pale! Does she eat? I mean her mother is at least a natural color, but she's............*
It was true; Symor'e was paler than any regular child. The Malfoy's themselves were pale, but the child sitting before Draco was a dead pale that he had never seen on a person. He decided to ignore it as they drove up to a little abode that read, 'Say Goodbye Funeral Home'. Draco kept his eyes on the floor as they walked into this dark looking place. There were not a lot of people there, for many didn't love his mother. Yes, she was kind to him, but that was because he was her son. Her family on the other hand......... she wanted to stay distant from, so, most likely, they didn't even know she was dead yet. But the black walls and dim lights made it at least look like there were people in the small facility. Draco followed his father to front to sit in the very first pew, seeing as how he was his son. In the first pew it should have been direct family, but it was empty, aside from his father who had already taken his seat and two girls who took up not space at all. The two unwelcome people who where there not even knowing Narcissa were seated at back, looking gloomier than ever.
"And we rise," said a scratchy voice from under the black hood of the man that had stood forth. He was standing on the alter; his mother's casket was not yet brought in, "Let us sing the song of sorrow as our beloved Narcissa Black Malfoy is drawn in."
~Isa lome toowin lave care poon, Save ton loopray con towrouth moon.~
They kept repeating. Draco had looked in the booklet set before him and read what the mumbles meant, "Death has befallen on innocence once again, hath no one wrought was will become of this day."
As they repeated these words of old, Draco saw a beautiful wooden casket, all decorated with hyacinths and rose petals floating inside towards the front of the alter, no men to carry it. As he watched it his eyes trailed to the people in the pews. Draco almost fainted as he illumined in his mind a tall girl with straight brown hair standing in the crowds.
"Can't be her," he whispered aloud as he took a double look.
"What did you say, son?" Draco's vision was blurred when people began to bunch up.
"Huh, sir? Oh, nothing," he lied to his father.
"Now, who will present the eulogy?" the dark minister cut in.
Draco and his father arose to stand in front of the podium, Draco was informed of this the other night and now was his time to express his farewell to his mother, but of course his father had to carouse the crowd first.
"We all knew Narcissa as the feisty girl in the back. Always telling the teachers off when we were in school, and always showing her spark to the headmaster's," everyone laughed as they remember also what she was like in her younger years, "She did her best to stand out and show a difference of how people could be. She always wanted to make people believe that they could be anything they wanted. We all know how that went," he joked, "Yes, Narcissa always wanted to be a mother......... someday. She didn't exactly plan to get pregnant in her 5th year, and believe me......... her parents didn't either," Draco's jaw dropped as he heard this. His father wasn't even NATURALLY funny, why was he trying so hard now. The morbid people in the crowds cracked up at him, but Draco thought this kind of humor was unacceptable, "I'm so glad she let me finish my school year and decided to drop out," his father went on and faked a laugh.
Draco hit his father in the side and pushed him away, "It seems my son would like to go," he imparted as he was shoved to the sidelines.
"My mother, as any human, had her faults yes, but she did, also have her benefits. No matter how many people brought her down," he glared at his father, "she always believed and lived in the fullest of life. She may not have met eye to eye with the rest of her family......... which most of you are not here because of it........."
"I'm here!" a woman with pink hair bellowed out, "I'm her sister, Tonks, and we hated each other."
"Me too!" yelled out another woman, Bellatrix Black.
"Yes, thank you," Draco went on, "But most of her family is not here because of what my mother, Narcissa, may have said or done. I know a lot of you were very keen on not allowing her to marry my father," he looked around the crowd who was nodding wildly, "And I second that notion," he added. Everyone chuckled at the funny little 16 year old. His father just winced at the 'superb sarcasm', "But she did. She thought she had found love in this hippie looking monster," Lucious was about to grab the microphone out of Draco's grasp, but Draco traveled to the side, "that's the point I'm getting at. No matter how they may seem, or how they are," he pointed to Lucious, "she always found the smallest good that she could and fonded over it until it showed through........."
"Your father's a different story," someone shrieked.
"Even thought that may be true, she always appreciated what she had and labeled them with good markings. For example, she had a husband who kept her close," they laughed, for he did. He had kept her with him almost everywhere and made sure she didn't stick a toe out of line, "a family whose ragging always ceased......... with distance," they again giggled at the far out jokes he was cracking. Draco looked down at his feet as he branded his own self, "And a son, who may look like the mean prick that his father is, but always showed otherwise." Everyone smiled at his wits, his cunningness, and bravery to confess himself, "Father," he said looking into the malicious eyes of hate and portrayed in analogies that only his father would know, "No matter how much you......... 'Kept my mother close', I always found a piece of her for me. And when I did, that piece was great. You may of......... 'Put her away for now', but......... what I felt for her......... you can't 'beat' down," Draco then dropped the microphone and walked solemnly out of the room, people rising and clapping as he went.
While he was outside, sitting on a stone bench amidst the flowers and trees he listened to the wind. He hated being like this, he hated feeling like this, and he also hated having expressed himself like that. 'It was korny', as he put it. He wanted to show that he loved his mother and that he knew that it was his father's fault that took her away, but it was the hardest thing expressing that in front of those people trying not showing his softness. He still had his concrete heart, his hallow soul, and his bottomless eyes, but when it came to this boy's mother......... his whole being changed in everyone's gaze.
"It was beautiful."
"What do you want, Symor'e?"
"Oh, is that your girlfriend?"
He turned around to see a hurt looking brown haired girl in a black dress that looked radiant on her, "Hermione? What are you doing here?"
"I knew that your mother's funeral was today, it said so in the Daily Prophet, and I thought you'd need a friend."
Draco closed his eyes as he tried to be mean, "Well, tell me when the 'friend' gets here."
"Here!" she laughed. Her small giggle was not real. It wasn't the real Hermione who laughed like that; she just wanted to at least try to make the best of seeing him.
He turned around and looked her up and down, "You look nice. *NO! Don't say that, stupid!*" he beat himself up.
"Thank you......... you don't look too bad yourself......... considering," she said smiling.
"It was nice of you, but you shouldn't have come."
"He's right, you know," Symor'e came up behind her, "You shouldn't have come."
"Whose she?"
"That's........."
"I'm Symor'e. And you are?"
"Hermione Granger."
"Oh, I know you......... you're that mud........."
"If you say that word I will rip your hair out," Hermione said, trying to be calm.
Symor'e smiled at the brave girl, "You dare stand up to me? Do you know what I am, Herbert?"
"It's Hermione!"
"Yes, right. Don't pick with things you don't' know how to handle."
Draco sat back and watched what was going to happen.
"What do you mean?"
"Oh, are you scared now? Poor, Hermit, shaking in her heels?"
"For the last time, it's Hermione, and........."
"Why are you here?" Symor'e stopped her, tired of freaking out the new girl.
"To support Draco, not that it's any of your business!"
"Oh, you must be the one that he........." Symor'e stopped midsentence due to the low whispers of Draco, 'don't tell her, she can't know, no.'
"Let me ask you a personal question, seeing as how we just met......... Do you love Draco?"
Hermione looked at her feet unwilling to answer.
"Oh, I see you do........." Symor'e's eyes had just then turned to gold as her hair blew back by some force unknown. She whispered, "Not now mother!" as a yell echoed out of her mouth. It was a fearsome shriek that corrupted the place.
The glass of the Funeral Home busted, branches from trees fell to the ground. Everyone covered their ears as they fell to the ground in pain.
"AHHHHHH!" Symor'e kept screaming.
Draco was on the ground trying to reach Hermione who had gotten the full blast of it. Through squinting eyes Draco saw amidst the running crowd, Kaverdine with her hand pointed at Symor'e. Her eyes beheld a fire that showed rage and hate.
"AHHHHH!" Draco pulled out his wand, trying to ignore the shrieks bellowing from Symor'e's mouth. He felt as if his veins were going to explode inside of him if he heard the screams any longer. Actually they would of, for the power of this sort goes to those measures, but due to him yelling, "SHUMOUTEO!" Symor'e fell to the ground as her mother's hand dropped to her side.
"You're a......... banshee?" Draco whispered.
A/N: More to come!!!!