Blood On The Wall
Chapter 10
Leverage
Draco looked around the band of dead ghosts swarming around him in a circle. Across the way was Voldemort looking angrier than ever. Draco also realized that Symor'e had not killed just one person, but two. Someone other than Voldemort now stood up, her long hair swishing with rage.
"Kaverdine?" Draco questioned as she rose to full height. She neared him in an awkward fashion as if the blast had been hard.
"Yes, that's right," she panted, "My dear Lord's power has saved my life from my daughters mouth." Kaverdine looked at Symor'e maliciously as Symor'e stuck out her tongue.
"Well, mother," Symor'e began, "I see you've got your position as the Dark Lord's wife."
"Silence!" Voldemort had hissed.
"You're right, dear, there's no need to waste precious time in killing them."
To gain more time Draco started a conversation, "You want him to kill your own daughter?"
"Why not?" she stared at him confused as if it was an everyday thing that your kill your kin, "Oh, yes, I saw what your father did for you. He was too soft hearted when it came to you," she whimpered.
"I said silence!" Voldemort hissed again, with a flick of his wrist he sent Kaverdine flying across the room. Making her hit a wall and be knocked out for the time being.
Voldemort was two feet away from Draco's own body and even with this distance Draco could feel the cold aura that lingered around this discontent wizard. Draco could feel Symor'e hand shaking in his own, he wanted to calm her down, but didn't know how without making any 'sudden movements'. With one word from Voldemort's pale lips they could be killed, not only by his power, but also by his army.
Draco watched the mouth as if it were a trap waiting to clasp its grasp on his lungs. Without warning, Voldemort's mouth began to mutter, "Unktiponen." And with that word these thousands of armored ghosts jumped into the dead bodies of everyone around them. Death eaters came to life left and right, breath came back to their chests and life to their bones. They rose a little frigid from their death experience. When Luscious rose from the floor he seemed unhurt like he had been through that thousand times before. Luscious walked over to his Lord's side and stared down upon his son.
"Bow to me," Voldemort hissed as he turned his head slowly to his betrayer. Luscious didn't move, maybe rebelling, or maybe he wasn't completely back from the dead, but either way Voldemort pointed his finger the ground and a great force pulled Luscious to his knees.
Voldemort walked around Luscious threateningly as everyone else backed away, knowing what was going to happen.
"I don't like people who toy with me, Malfoy," Voldemort said, his voice getting higher, "Your strict orders were to make your son my follower and yet you have managed to manipulate him against me."
"No, sir, he did that to himself!"
"QUIET! You know why I need your son in my ranks. Don't you?"
"Yes, sire."
"Then how come you make me force him to join me!?"
"Lord........."
"SILENCE! I did not give you permission to speak," Luscious flinched at every word that the Dark Lord spat on him, "You are my highest ranking death eater and yet you fail me in the most incredulous way. You disobey my order........."
"But, my lord........."
"You for some reason saved your son from death? Now that I can not understand."
"Yea, its not likely you can understand love," Symor'e spoke. Voldemort looked at her as he pulled of his hood, only to reveal what looked like a half eaten corpse. It was bloody and disintegrated, something no one would desire to touch. His nose was that of a snake and his pale skin shimmered from the little light that was bouncing off of it. He looked at her with his eyes of fire and said, "Something that no one has for you?"
Symor'e looked at him hurt, "Well, put me out of my misery and kill me!" she ordered.
"No, because that's the one thing you want."
Draco looked from Symor'e to Voldemort and back, upon looking at his father he realized something. His father's eyes would usually be a grayish blue color, but now they looked up at his son with black eyes of utter hate. Draco remembered those eyes. He had seen them once before, he didn't want to remember them, but he did. He knew those colorless patches of sight that covered the extent of his father's gaze. All the scenes of seeing his father beating his mother on the ground flashed across his mind.
"You," he whispered in the lowest tone. Everyone looked at him as if just realizing he was there, "You," he whispered again.
"You killed her."
"Draco," Luscious muttered in a voice that he heard so often. His eyes were still that of hate and anguish. There was no love, no compassion. Those were the eyes that drove him to do his horrible things. They were colorful when his father saved him, but now you couldn't even tell that he was human.
"Voldemort was looking at Draco and pointing his finger at Luscious. Luscious stood up and walked over to his son, he grabbed Draco by the hair and pushed him onto his knees in front of the Dark Lord.
"You bow to me," Voldemort began as Draco moaned in pain.
"No," Draco said, reassurance washing over him as he stood up. From the back Luscious' foot kicked him in the back of the kneecap, making them befuddle under his weight, "You killed my mother," he said still bravely while on the floor.
"Yessss," Voldemort began hissing again.
"You controlled my father every time? Every time he hurt her?"
"Yesss."
"Why? Why?"
"Because he needed some target practice," he laughed. That laugh, oh that evil laugh. No gaiety in it, no happiness, no love, just a hallow laugh that echoed through the halls making a shiver run down Draco's spine. A whip crack sounded across the room and fell on Draco's back. It left a bleeding mark across his back. He screamed out with his torture.
Voldemort looked down at Draco who seemed not to be amused, "All he needed her for was to have you, after that there was no use for her."
"To have me?"
"I presume your father didn't explain why I needed you. Your father is......... was one of my best standing officers. Always doing my bidding without hesitation and always doing it best. He moved his position high up in my eyes. Other than that Wormtail of a pig he was my right hand man. I knew once he had you there would be trouble, but that was a risk I was willing to take to have you."
"Why?" a trembling ground drowning Draco in it. He was caught between the concrete, it clasping him tightly.
"Because, you stupid boy, you have powers that I myself can not seem to gain. I can teach you how to use them," he muttered lastingly, "I can show you how to be all powerful."
"It's a trick, Draco! He wants the powers for himself!" Symor'e spoke.
"That's enough of you girl," in a second's flash Symor'e's voice was taken away by Voldemort's finger point.
"Why would you teach me?"
"Because like I, you have no liking for that Harry Potter. With you there will be no him. Just you and me."
"Why kill my mother though," he said as the tears started to fill his eyes. The ground was getting tight as he sit there trapped, the wound on his back burning like fire.
"She was getting in the way," he paced, "she was figuring it out. That one thing you need to learn, eliminate your enemies before they hatch. Which there is no need for you father anymore. He is gaining a conscious," Voldemort looked down at his follower and gazed at his heart. A flame embellished a hole and the life of Luscious Malfoy was sucked out before his son's very eyes. It was quick and harsh. Lucious shrieked as he felt his heart slowing down, as his insides swirled together, the blood rushing to his brain, and the sweat fall from his brow. He was dying, Voldemort was killing him in a seconds flat. To those watching it seemed too fast, to the one dying it seemed not fast enough.
"NOOOO!" Draco yelled. He didn't know why though. He hated his father for everything he did. Maybe because he realized that it wasn't' really his father doing the hurting and killing he opened his heart to feel that little bit of love that he couldn't live without for his dad. It was a love that only a son could possess......... and Draco possessed it without realization.
"Don't tell me you lo......... lo......... you know? I need you! You can't........."
Draco looked down to the feet of Lord Voldemort, not wanting to admit the rash action.
Voldemort neared him and held out a pale scaly hand, "You could be great. All you need is I at your side to show you how to rule. Join me."
Draco sat and pondered, "You let Symor'e go, you bring my mother......... and father back to life and leave them alone forever......... and I'll join you."
A/N: WeeeeOOOO WeeeeOOO!
Chapter 10
Leverage
Draco looked around the band of dead ghosts swarming around him in a circle. Across the way was Voldemort looking angrier than ever. Draco also realized that Symor'e had not killed just one person, but two. Someone other than Voldemort now stood up, her long hair swishing with rage.
"Kaverdine?" Draco questioned as she rose to full height. She neared him in an awkward fashion as if the blast had been hard.
"Yes, that's right," she panted, "My dear Lord's power has saved my life from my daughters mouth." Kaverdine looked at Symor'e maliciously as Symor'e stuck out her tongue.
"Well, mother," Symor'e began, "I see you've got your position as the Dark Lord's wife."
"Silence!" Voldemort had hissed.
"You're right, dear, there's no need to waste precious time in killing them."
To gain more time Draco started a conversation, "You want him to kill your own daughter?"
"Why not?" she stared at him confused as if it was an everyday thing that your kill your kin, "Oh, yes, I saw what your father did for you. He was too soft hearted when it came to you," she whimpered.
"I said silence!" Voldemort hissed again, with a flick of his wrist he sent Kaverdine flying across the room. Making her hit a wall and be knocked out for the time being.
Voldemort was two feet away from Draco's own body and even with this distance Draco could feel the cold aura that lingered around this discontent wizard. Draco could feel Symor'e hand shaking in his own, he wanted to calm her down, but didn't know how without making any 'sudden movements'. With one word from Voldemort's pale lips they could be killed, not only by his power, but also by his army.
Draco watched the mouth as if it were a trap waiting to clasp its grasp on his lungs. Without warning, Voldemort's mouth began to mutter, "Unktiponen." And with that word these thousands of armored ghosts jumped into the dead bodies of everyone around them. Death eaters came to life left and right, breath came back to their chests and life to their bones. They rose a little frigid from their death experience. When Luscious rose from the floor he seemed unhurt like he had been through that thousand times before. Luscious walked over to his Lord's side and stared down upon his son.
"Bow to me," Voldemort hissed as he turned his head slowly to his betrayer. Luscious didn't move, maybe rebelling, or maybe he wasn't completely back from the dead, but either way Voldemort pointed his finger the ground and a great force pulled Luscious to his knees.
Voldemort walked around Luscious threateningly as everyone else backed away, knowing what was going to happen.
"I don't like people who toy with me, Malfoy," Voldemort said, his voice getting higher, "Your strict orders were to make your son my follower and yet you have managed to manipulate him against me."
"No, sir, he did that to himself!"
"QUIET! You know why I need your son in my ranks. Don't you?"
"Yes, sire."
"Then how come you make me force him to join me!?"
"Lord........."
"SILENCE! I did not give you permission to speak," Luscious flinched at every word that the Dark Lord spat on him, "You are my highest ranking death eater and yet you fail me in the most incredulous way. You disobey my order........."
"But, my lord........."
"You for some reason saved your son from death? Now that I can not understand."
"Yea, its not likely you can understand love," Symor'e spoke. Voldemort looked at her as he pulled of his hood, only to reveal what looked like a half eaten corpse. It was bloody and disintegrated, something no one would desire to touch. His nose was that of a snake and his pale skin shimmered from the little light that was bouncing off of it. He looked at her with his eyes of fire and said, "Something that no one has for you?"
Symor'e looked at him hurt, "Well, put me out of my misery and kill me!" she ordered.
"No, because that's the one thing you want."
Draco looked from Symor'e to Voldemort and back, upon looking at his father he realized something. His father's eyes would usually be a grayish blue color, but now they looked up at his son with black eyes of utter hate. Draco remembered those eyes. He had seen them once before, he didn't want to remember them, but he did. He knew those colorless patches of sight that covered the extent of his father's gaze. All the scenes of seeing his father beating his mother on the ground flashed across his mind.
"You," he whispered in the lowest tone. Everyone looked at him as if just realizing he was there, "You," he whispered again.
"You killed her."
"Draco," Luscious muttered in a voice that he heard so often. His eyes were still that of hate and anguish. There was no love, no compassion. Those were the eyes that drove him to do his horrible things. They were colorful when his father saved him, but now you couldn't even tell that he was human.
"Voldemort was looking at Draco and pointing his finger at Luscious. Luscious stood up and walked over to his son, he grabbed Draco by the hair and pushed him onto his knees in front of the Dark Lord.
"You bow to me," Voldemort began as Draco moaned in pain.
"No," Draco said, reassurance washing over him as he stood up. From the back Luscious' foot kicked him in the back of the kneecap, making them befuddle under his weight, "You killed my mother," he said still bravely while on the floor.
"Yessss," Voldemort began hissing again.
"You controlled my father every time? Every time he hurt her?"
"Yesss."
"Why? Why?"
"Because he needed some target practice," he laughed. That laugh, oh that evil laugh. No gaiety in it, no happiness, no love, just a hallow laugh that echoed through the halls making a shiver run down Draco's spine. A whip crack sounded across the room and fell on Draco's back. It left a bleeding mark across his back. He screamed out with his torture.
Voldemort looked down at Draco who seemed not to be amused, "All he needed her for was to have you, after that there was no use for her."
"To have me?"
"I presume your father didn't explain why I needed you. Your father is......... was one of my best standing officers. Always doing my bidding without hesitation and always doing it best. He moved his position high up in my eyes. Other than that Wormtail of a pig he was my right hand man. I knew once he had you there would be trouble, but that was a risk I was willing to take to have you."
"Why?" a trembling ground drowning Draco in it. He was caught between the concrete, it clasping him tightly.
"Because, you stupid boy, you have powers that I myself can not seem to gain. I can teach you how to use them," he muttered lastingly, "I can show you how to be all powerful."
"It's a trick, Draco! He wants the powers for himself!" Symor'e spoke.
"That's enough of you girl," in a second's flash Symor'e's voice was taken away by Voldemort's finger point.
"Why would you teach me?"
"Because like I, you have no liking for that Harry Potter. With you there will be no him. Just you and me."
"Why kill my mother though," he said as the tears started to fill his eyes. The ground was getting tight as he sit there trapped, the wound on his back burning like fire.
"She was getting in the way," he paced, "she was figuring it out. That one thing you need to learn, eliminate your enemies before they hatch. Which there is no need for you father anymore. He is gaining a conscious," Voldemort looked down at his follower and gazed at his heart. A flame embellished a hole and the life of Luscious Malfoy was sucked out before his son's very eyes. It was quick and harsh. Lucious shrieked as he felt his heart slowing down, as his insides swirled together, the blood rushing to his brain, and the sweat fall from his brow. He was dying, Voldemort was killing him in a seconds flat. To those watching it seemed too fast, to the one dying it seemed not fast enough.
"NOOOO!" Draco yelled. He didn't know why though. He hated his father for everything he did. Maybe because he realized that it wasn't' really his father doing the hurting and killing he opened his heart to feel that little bit of love that he couldn't live without for his dad. It was a love that only a son could possess......... and Draco possessed it without realization.
"Don't tell me you lo......... lo......... you know? I need you! You can't........."
Draco looked down to the feet of Lord Voldemort, not wanting to admit the rash action.
Voldemort neared him and held out a pale scaly hand, "You could be great. All you need is I at your side to show you how to rule. Join me."
Draco sat and pondered, "You let Symor'e go, you bring my mother......... and father back to life and leave them alone forever......... and I'll join you."
A/N: WeeeeOOOO WeeeeOOO!