Blood On The Wall
Chapter 11
The Life At Hand
A silence filled the room. A silence so intimidating that Draco shuddered. He watched Voldemort's beady little eyes quiver as he thought about the possibilities. Draco never thought Voldemort like this.
*Why does he want me so much?* he questioned, unable to answer himself. He looked back at Symor'e who was grabbing her throat in confusion. Voldemort had stifled her power. He looked back at his father lying on the ground whom he had seen die twice. He thought of his mother and wondered if what he had just handed out to Voldemort was good enough.
Voldemort had plans of his own though.
*If I had this boy in my ranks I could have my way with him and he wouldn't know what would have hit him* he pondered in his non-competent brain. He thought of the possibilities, the trials he would face.
*This boy could get to Potter for me and that's all I need.*
Draco's mind was going 90 miles a minute, *What 'powers' do I have that HE would want? That he doesn't already have?*
Voldemort as if reading his mind answered in his own thoughts, *He has the power of influence and control*
This bargain that he had just made could be the best thought he could have ever had, or it could be the worst. The only way to find out was to pursue it.
"I've been waiting too long for you answer, Dear Lord," Draco interrupted the swelling silence that had blistered his eardrums.
Voldemort looked at the boy of might and answered slowly and slyly, "I'll give you your father and this banshee can go free, but your mother? That's too far. You'd come up with the better hand and we can't have that, now can we?"
Draco thought for a moment. He gulped as he admitted to himself, either way she's gone. He had to say this so many times before, but for some reason, this seemed the final time, for it had seeped deep into his heart. Deep into that cold stone heart that he had pushed so many down with, but yet survived so much with.
"Why do you care about the banshee?" Voldemort asked seeing as how he didn't want Draco to come up with some other bargain.
"She's like me......... she understands me," he said as he looked back at her. She was still holding her hurt throat, but she fluttered a smile as she looked into his silver eyes.
"She understands you? I understand you! I understand that you could be great. You could have the world at your fingers if you would join me."
The world? The world was being offered this boy. Was it a lie?
"Of course," Draco answered out loud.
"What?" Voldemort hissed after Draco's sudden outburst.
"Of course. I know why you want me you self-absorbed power hungry bastard!"
Voldemort hooked his eye as he glared at the teenager who was rejecting him to his face.
"To kill Harry Potter? Is that it? Is that your master plan? I join you, kill Potter, give you glory? And what do I get out of it? What is it that I get? A death sentence, I'm sorry if you thought I was that naïve. So naïve as to see where this would lead to, the only place it could and will lead to. My death and your glory," Draco shook his head in disappointment to the feeble plan as to discourage the great lord.
But all he heard was a deep laugh boom forth from the white corpse standing in front of him.
"Do you think you smart? Do you think mind games will work on me, the Great Lord Voldemort? No, my dear boy, words like that won't distraught me, and......... you seem to have mistaken in your little head my plans. 'You' would not kill the Potter boy. You would bring him to me for MY great doing, not your own. I'm insulted you'd think that I'd take credit for other's work. No," he whispered, "So, what's it going to be? Killing yours and mine enemy? Or leaving this place and eventually dying yourself......... most likely by my hand?"
Draco again took a moment to think it over. As if there was something to think about. He looked around at Symor'e's worried face, at his father's breathless countenance. Nothing soothed what was erupting inside him. He had it all either way. Not all that he wanted, but enough of what he needed.
*Walk out the door, be with Hermione? Stay here be with Symor'e and have my father leave my life forever* he said working out the pro's and con's.
"If I leave........."
"You're father stays dead, your girlfriend dies also......... both of them."
Draco rubbed his head. It was swarming with ideas.
"I'm not a very patient man!" Voldemort screamed.
Draco looked at him as if he were a stupid child, "You're not EVEN a man! And if you were you have the decency to let me think of the differences instead of rushing me and then all together making the wrong decision for both of us!"
"I can just get it over with and kill you now!" Voldemort said as he raised his finger at him.
"Now we all went through this before. You won't kill me because you need me for Potter so put it away."
"Don't try me, boy," Voldemort said with seriousness.
"Ok, ok, ok," Draco said realizing he was taking this too far, "Let Symor'e go."
Draco glanced into her eyes and gave a subtle hint of agreement.
Voldemort pointed to a Death Eater and he rushed over to her, grabbed her by the arm and threw her out of the doors.
Draco then sat; he sat down on the cold stone steps that he thought he was going to get away on. The cement now aching him no longer, and the whips on his back slowly penetrating.
"Fine, I'll give you 'til tomorrow. If you haven't reached a decision, I'm sending out people to find your beloved ones to kill them," Voldemort threatened. With another glance to his Death Eaters that pushed and pulled Draco to a dark cell in which he laid waiting.
"There's too many lives at stake," he whispered into the darkness of his small cell that corrupted his sight.
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Chapter 11
The Life At Hand
A silence filled the room. A silence so intimidating that Draco shuddered. He watched Voldemort's beady little eyes quiver as he thought about the possibilities. Draco never thought Voldemort like this.
*Why does he want me so much?* he questioned, unable to answer himself. He looked back at Symor'e who was grabbing her throat in confusion. Voldemort had stifled her power. He looked back at his father lying on the ground whom he had seen die twice. He thought of his mother and wondered if what he had just handed out to Voldemort was good enough.
Voldemort had plans of his own though.
*If I had this boy in my ranks I could have my way with him and he wouldn't know what would have hit him* he pondered in his non-competent brain. He thought of the possibilities, the trials he would face.
*This boy could get to Potter for me and that's all I need.*
Draco's mind was going 90 miles a minute, *What 'powers' do I have that HE would want? That he doesn't already have?*
Voldemort as if reading his mind answered in his own thoughts, *He has the power of influence and control*
This bargain that he had just made could be the best thought he could have ever had, or it could be the worst. The only way to find out was to pursue it.
"I've been waiting too long for you answer, Dear Lord," Draco interrupted the swelling silence that had blistered his eardrums.
Voldemort looked at the boy of might and answered slowly and slyly, "I'll give you your father and this banshee can go free, but your mother? That's too far. You'd come up with the better hand and we can't have that, now can we?"
Draco thought for a moment. He gulped as he admitted to himself, either way she's gone. He had to say this so many times before, but for some reason, this seemed the final time, for it had seeped deep into his heart. Deep into that cold stone heart that he had pushed so many down with, but yet survived so much with.
"Why do you care about the banshee?" Voldemort asked seeing as how he didn't want Draco to come up with some other bargain.
"She's like me......... she understands me," he said as he looked back at her. She was still holding her hurt throat, but she fluttered a smile as she looked into his silver eyes.
"She understands you? I understand you! I understand that you could be great. You could have the world at your fingers if you would join me."
The world? The world was being offered this boy. Was it a lie?
"Of course," Draco answered out loud.
"What?" Voldemort hissed after Draco's sudden outburst.
"Of course. I know why you want me you self-absorbed power hungry bastard!"
Voldemort hooked his eye as he glared at the teenager who was rejecting him to his face.
"To kill Harry Potter? Is that it? Is that your master plan? I join you, kill Potter, give you glory? And what do I get out of it? What is it that I get? A death sentence, I'm sorry if you thought I was that naïve. So naïve as to see where this would lead to, the only place it could and will lead to. My death and your glory," Draco shook his head in disappointment to the feeble plan as to discourage the great lord.
But all he heard was a deep laugh boom forth from the white corpse standing in front of him.
"Do you think you smart? Do you think mind games will work on me, the Great Lord Voldemort? No, my dear boy, words like that won't distraught me, and......... you seem to have mistaken in your little head my plans. 'You' would not kill the Potter boy. You would bring him to me for MY great doing, not your own. I'm insulted you'd think that I'd take credit for other's work. No," he whispered, "So, what's it going to be? Killing yours and mine enemy? Or leaving this place and eventually dying yourself......... most likely by my hand?"
Draco again took a moment to think it over. As if there was something to think about. He looked around at Symor'e's worried face, at his father's breathless countenance. Nothing soothed what was erupting inside him. He had it all either way. Not all that he wanted, but enough of what he needed.
*Walk out the door, be with Hermione? Stay here be with Symor'e and have my father leave my life forever* he said working out the pro's and con's.
"If I leave........."
"You're father stays dead, your girlfriend dies also......... both of them."
Draco rubbed his head. It was swarming with ideas.
"I'm not a very patient man!" Voldemort screamed.
Draco looked at him as if he were a stupid child, "You're not EVEN a man! And if you were you have the decency to let me think of the differences instead of rushing me and then all together making the wrong decision for both of us!"
"I can just get it over with and kill you now!" Voldemort said as he raised his finger at him.
"Now we all went through this before. You won't kill me because you need me for Potter so put it away."
"Don't try me, boy," Voldemort said with seriousness.
"Ok, ok, ok," Draco said realizing he was taking this too far, "Let Symor'e go."
Draco glanced into her eyes and gave a subtle hint of agreement.
Voldemort pointed to a Death Eater and he rushed over to her, grabbed her by the arm and threw her out of the doors.
Draco then sat; he sat down on the cold stone steps that he thought he was going to get away on. The cement now aching him no longer, and the whips on his back slowly penetrating.
"Fine, I'll give you 'til tomorrow. If you haven't reached a decision, I'm sending out people to find your beloved ones to kill them," Voldemort threatened. With another glance to his Death Eaters that pushed and pulled Draco to a dark cell in which he laid waiting.
"There's too many lives at stake," he whispered into the darkness of his small cell that corrupted his sight.
A/N: Almoss finished, pplz! REVIEW, PLZ!