Blood On The Wall
Chapter 9
Confined Propaganda
Hours turned into days, days turned into weeks, and soon enough the world seemed to stand still for this particular day.
"What are you planning on doing when you get out of school?" Harry was asking Draco as they sat in Ron's room the evening before they left for Hogwarts.
"I want to start an organization for battered witches," he said slowly, "And a clinic to help wizards who may beat them."
"That's interesting," Ron, said concerned.
While the boys were talking upstairs there was a knock at the door downwards. Mrs. Weasley ran to it, knocking a picture down as she went. Behind the door was a tall woman with long red hair that was tied in a tight bun.
"Yes? May I help you?" Mrs. Weasley said sweetly.
"Yes, I'm looking for Draco Malfoy?" she said with an evil grin.
By Mrs. Weasley's first instinct she quickly said, "Um......... I'm sorry, he's not here."
"Oh, don't worry, I know he is. I'm......... Kelsey Darkwiegn. I'm with TWPA, Teenage Wizard/Witches Protection Agency. We've been searching for him everywhere."
"Why?"
"Well, after his father was taken into custody he ran away afraid he'd go into an orphanage," she protested.
Mrs. Weasley pondered a moment, and the slinky lady whispered, "May I come in?"
"Oh, yes," she said.
"You looked confused. What did he tell you he was here for?"
"Fear of....... Um......... never mind."
"Oh, well, may I have him?" she alleged as she slumped onto the couch.
Mrs. Weasley called up the stairs, "Draco, dear!" and he came running at her beckoning call.
"Ye........." he paused as he saw long legs that looked too familiar on the sofa, "What......... um...... who's that?" he whispered.
"Oh, that's Miss Kelsey from the... uh....... Some organization and she wants to talk to you," Mrs. Weasley said slowly, believing this woman and not wanting to scare Draco to run again.
He looked at her legs untrustingly. Slowly walked down and froze when he saw the face these legs belonged to, "Hello, Draco," she said slyly.
"Kaverdine? No!" he was about to run, but Mrs. Weasley grabbed him, "Now, an orphanage isn't a bad place," she informed him.
"Huh!?" he said bewildered.
"Oh, here he goes again. Pretending he doesn't know what you're talking about," she said rolling her eyes. But while Mrs. Weasley was not looking, this 'Kelsey' shook a finger at Draco informing him not to give away her identity. Like he was going to listen:
"HARRY! HERMIONE! RON!" he called up the stairs that he had just walked down hoping that it would just be Mrs. Weasley standing there asking a favor. All three ran downstairs. Hermione yelled, "Hey! She was at the funeral."
"Get her away from me! She's my dad's........."
"Oh, dear, no stories, come on," Kaverdine said as she pulled out her wand and said, "Quaternaries," which made him fall into a deep sleep quickly.
Moments later, or what seemed to him moments later, Draco woke up with dark people covered in hoods all around him, "Where am I?" he whispered, a little frigid from his doze.
No one answered him. Draco looked around and felt a breeze across his chest, his shirt was off and he was lying on a stone cold table. There was very little light that flowed through the cathedral like windows. Across the floor he noticed someone else laying on the same kind of table. She had red hair and looked about his age.
"Symor'e!" he screamed. She turned her head and said, "I swear I didn't say anything!"
"SHUTUP!" someone yelled from under his or her hood, "The Dark Lord does not like noise!"
Soon someone stood up on the alter that Malfoy was on, he slowly and secretively removed his hood to reveal,
"DAD!" Draco screamed. Luscious looked at him evilly and with utter disappointment.
Just then the people in black hoods started to split like the red sea as they allowed someone in a dark red, torn hood walk down the path. His fingers were long and white on the side of his stick like body. Like the others, you couldn't see under his hood, but either way, Draco didn't want to see. Right when this......... man walked in the room a shiver went down his spine of untrusting nervousness. By his side was a woman. Her hair fell down her back and swayed with each step. It was blood red, and so was her dress. When she saw Draco's scared face she winked at him.
"What happened?" he asked, hoping for an answer.
Kaverdine looked at him and whispered, "Never trust anyone whose friends with a mudblood. Much less a mudblood who thinks she can be with a pure blood. They didn't want you there in the first place. They were glad to get rid of you and send you to an 'orphanage'. Well, you may think an orphanage is better than this once my husbands through with you," she smiled maliciously.
"Voldemort?" he whispered as the Dark Lord even closer. Without thinking Draco yelled across the vast room, "Symor'e use your powers!" he was scared. Blood was pumping in his ears as this ......... far from human thing placed his cold rigid hand on his shoulder.
"I can't!" she cried, scared herself, "My mother controls that part of me."
"TRY!" he whimpered as Voldemort's long, skeletal finger drilled into his skin. A harsh searing pain seeped through his body that was wet from perspiration. He looked at his father who stared at floor. Lucious wanted his son to be with him in these ranks for reasons unknown to everyone but his own heart, but now that he had to watch his son undergo this scrutiny he couldn't believe what lust had come over him.
All of a sudden a scream echoed throughout the room. All the death eaters held their ears, windows broke, walls trembled, and the pain that was blinding Draco was slowly draining as the Dark Lord himself was falling to his knees in pain. Draco couldn't cover his ears so now a new pain befell him. His insides began to feel unruly. They bubbled inside him ready to explode.
Draco looked over unwillingly to Symor'e, she was raising skywards, and her chains were broken. When she had started her death-causing scream her power was being set free which made her even more powerful. She rose heavenwards breaking the chains as she went. A light glowed around her......... she was using her cursed powers for good. Death eaters were falling down left and right the veins inside their bodies were exploding to the top of their skin killing them one by one.
Luscious looked at his son as he fell on his knees to the floor. "What have I done?" he muttered to himself.
*This is my only son* he thought. With the little strength he had left he leaped up and fell on top of his son, covering Draco's ears with all of his might, drowning out the noise that was beaming forth from this banshee, Symor'e. Voldemort was screaming as he was on his knees while watching his army fall one by one, dead on the floor.
Draco felt the big lump of his father's body slowly loose strength, from the weight of Draco's dad's body the noise was drowned out.
As fast as it started, it stopped. Draco tried to budge his father, but he felt no power in him, he felt no breath from his lips, and the heartbeat had come to a complete stop.
Abruptly he felt someone pull his father's dead body off of him, "Draco!" she yelled.
"Symor'e! You did it!" he smiled at her.
She looked into his stone cold gray eyes as she broke his chains. Apparently, from her 'rebirth' she gained a power surge of strength. When Draco stood up he grabbed his arm harshly and looked down at a tattoo that covered the space, but for some reason it was loosing color. Voldemort had not been able to finish the ritual so his inauguration was not complete, but Draco had a feeling that it would never go completely away. They looked around at the black valley of thousands of hooded creatures all on the floor dead.
"You killed Voldemort's army!" Draco intoned to Symor'e, the only other one that seemed to be alive at the moment. Suddenly one figure on the floor started to move. It was the red hooded Voldemort that began twitching and coming back to conscious, "RUN!" Draco fussed as they both leaped over bodies towards to oak doors.
"AFROTE MEMETO!" they heard scream behind them and swirls of ghost came through the walls. It was like a second army that captured them. Draco looked through the body of an old wizard, but when he tried to walk through this ghost he was pushed back. A menacing laugh swarmed the room.
"Bashee's scream can't save you now!" Voldemort hissed as Draco grabbed Symor'e's hand ready to save her.
A/N: OooOoOoO couple mo' chapters left.......... What now? Word to yo' mama!? :D
Chapter 9
Confined Propaganda
Hours turned into days, days turned into weeks, and soon enough the world seemed to stand still for this particular day.
"What are you planning on doing when you get out of school?" Harry was asking Draco as they sat in Ron's room the evening before they left for Hogwarts.
"I want to start an organization for battered witches," he said slowly, "And a clinic to help wizards who may beat them."
"That's interesting," Ron, said concerned.
While the boys were talking upstairs there was a knock at the door downwards. Mrs. Weasley ran to it, knocking a picture down as she went. Behind the door was a tall woman with long red hair that was tied in a tight bun.
"Yes? May I help you?" Mrs. Weasley said sweetly.
"Yes, I'm looking for Draco Malfoy?" she said with an evil grin.
By Mrs. Weasley's first instinct she quickly said, "Um......... I'm sorry, he's not here."
"Oh, don't worry, I know he is. I'm......... Kelsey Darkwiegn. I'm with TWPA, Teenage Wizard/Witches Protection Agency. We've been searching for him everywhere."
"Why?"
"Well, after his father was taken into custody he ran away afraid he'd go into an orphanage," she protested.
Mrs. Weasley pondered a moment, and the slinky lady whispered, "May I come in?"
"Oh, yes," she said.
"You looked confused. What did he tell you he was here for?"
"Fear of....... Um......... never mind."
"Oh, well, may I have him?" she alleged as she slumped onto the couch.
Mrs. Weasley called up the stairs, "Draco, dear!" and he came running at her beckoning call.
"Ye........." he paused as he saw long legs that looked too familiar on the sofa, "What......... um...... who's that?" he whispered.
"Oh, that's Miss Kelsey from the... uh....... Some organization and she wants to talk to you," Mrs. Weasley said slowly, believing this woman and not wanting to scare Draco to run again.
He looked at her legs untrustingly. Slowly walked down and froze when he saw the face these legs belonged to, "Hello, Draco," she said slyly.
"Kaverdine? No!" he was about to run, but Mrs. Weasley grabbed him, "Now, an orphanage isn't a bad place," she informed him.
"Huh!?" he said bewildered.
"Oh, here he goes again. Pretending he doesn't know what you're talking about," she said rolling her eyes. But while Mrs. Weasley was not looking, this 'Kelsey' shook a finger at Draco informing him not to give away her identity. Like he was going to listen:
"HARRY! HERMIONE! RON!" he called up the stairs that he had just walked down hoping that it would just be Mrs. Weasley standing there asking a favor. All three ran downstairs. Hermione yelled, "Hey! She was at the funeral."
"Get her away from me! She's my dad's........."
"Oh, dear, no stories, come on," Kaverdine said as she pulled out her wand and said, "Quaternaries," which made him fall into a deep sleep quickly.
Moments later, or what seemed to him moments later, Draco woke up with dark people covered in hoods all around him, "Where am I?" he whispered, a little frigid from his doze.
No one answered him. Draco looked around and felt a breeze across his chest, his shirt was off and he was lying on a stone cold table. There was very little light that flowed through the cathedral like windows. Across the floor he noticed someone else laying on the same kind of table. She had red hair and looked about his age.
"Symor'e!" he screamed. She turned her head and said, "I swear I didn't say anything!"
"SHUTUP!" someone yelled from under his or her hood, "The Dark Lord does not like noise!"
Soon someone stood up on the alter that Malfoy was on, he slowly and secretively removed his hood to reveal,
"DAD!" Draco screamed. Luscious looked at him evilly and with utter disappointment.
Just then the people in black hoods started to split like the red sea as they allowed someone in a dark red, torn hood walk down the path. His fingers were long and white on the side of his stick like body. Like the others, you couldn't see under his hood, but either way, Draco didn't want to see. Right when this......... man walked in the room a shiver went down his spine of untrusting nervousness. By his side was a woman. Her hair fell down her back and swayed with each step. It was blood red, and so was her dress. When she saw Draco's scared face she winked at him.
"What happened?" he asked, hoping for an answer.
Kaverdine looked at him and whispered, "Never trust anyone whose friends with a mudblood. Much less a mudblood who thinks she can be with a pure blood. They didn't want you there in the first place. They were glad to get rid of you and send you to an 'orphanage'. Well, you may think an orphanage is better than this once my husbands through with you," she smiled maliciously.
"Voldemort?" he whispered as the Dark Lord even closer. Without thinking Draco yelled across the vast room, "Symor'e use your powers!" he was scared. Blood was pumping in his ears as this ......... far from human thing placed his cold rigid hand on his shoulder.
"I can't!" she cried, scared herself, "My mother controls that part of me."
"TRY!" he whimpered as Voldemort's long, skeletal finger drilled into his skin. A harsh searing pain seeped through his body that was wet from perspiration. He looked at his father who stared at floor. Lucious wanted his son to be with him in these ranks for reasons unknown to everyone but his own heart, but now that he had to watch his son undergo this scrutiny he couldn't believe what lust had come over him.
All of a sudden a scream echoed throughout the room. All the death eaters held their ears, windows broke, walls trembled, and the pain that was blinding Draco was slowly draining as the Dark Lord himself was falling to his knees in pain. Draco couldn't cover his ears so now a new pain befell him. His insides began to feel unruly. They bubbled inside him ready to explode.
Draco looked over unwillingly to Symor'e, she was raising skywards, and her chains were broken. When she had started her death-causing scream her power was being set free which made her even more powerful. She rose heavenwards breaking the chains as she went. A light glowed around her......... she was using her cursed powers for good. Death eaters were falling down left and right the veins inside their bodies were exploding to the top of their skin killing them one by one.
Luscious looked at his son as he fell on his knees to the floor. "What have I done?" he muttered to himself.
*This is my only son* he thought. With the little strength he had left he leaped up and fell on top of his son, covering Draco's ears with all of his might, drowning out the noise that was beaming forth from this banshee, Symor'e. Voldemort was screaming as he was on his knees while watching his army fall one by one, dead on the floor.
Draco felt the big lump of his father's body slowly loose strength, from the weight of Draco's dad's body the noise was drowned out.
As fast as it started, it stopped. Draco tried to budge his father, but he felt no power in him, he felt no breath from his lips, and the heartbeat had come to a complete stop.
Abruptly he felt someone pull his father's dead body off of him, "Draco!" she yelled.
"Symor'e! You did it!" he smiled at her.
She looked into his stone cold gray eyes as she broke his chains. Apparently, from her 'rebirth' she gained a power surge of strength. When Draco stood up he grabbed his arm harshly and looked down at a tattoo that covered the space, but for some reason it was loosing color. Voldemort had not been able to finish the ritual so his inauguration was not complete, but Draco had a feeling that it would never go completely away. They looked around at the black valley of thousands of hooded creatures all on the floor dead.
"You killed Voldemort's army!" Draco intoned to Symor'e, the only other one that seemed to be alive at the moment. Suddenly one figure on the floor started to move. It was the red hooded Voldemort that began twitching and coming back to conscious, "RUN!" Draco fussed as they both leaped over bodies towards to oak doors.
"AFROTE MEMETO!" they heard scream behind them and swirls of ghost came through the walls. It was like a second army that captured them. Draco looked through the body of an old wizard, but when he tried to walk through this ghost he was pushed back. A menacing laugh swarmed the room.
"Bashee's scream can't save you now!" Voldemort hissed as Draco grabbed Symor'e's hand ready to save her.
A/N: OooOoOoO couple mo' chapters left.......... What now? Word to yo' mama!? :D