Chapter One
Death and Decay
Some months later, at the Potter household...
Sirius Potter awoke with a start. Scared out of his mind for a moment, he heaved. He waited for another moment and heaved again. Covered in vomit, he grabbed his wand.
"Qeuk'Thelos!" he managed, his lips pressed into a thin white line. All the body fluid on him disappeared. He sat upright, and rubbing his eyes, groaning. This was starting to happen more often then not. The heaving, and the dreams.
He had started having wild and violent nightmares after the school year ended. He supposed it was because, against his judgement, his mind was sickened with him, having killed eight people four months ago, one of them his sweetheart, Mary Addser.
Then this voice appeared in his head, asking him questions he don't not have answers to. Telling him secrets, and giving him dark thoughts. The voice, he suspected, never activated unless he was despressed, sad or angry.
One day, Sirius had asked his father for a new cauldron, for his was outdated and thinning. His father, who had lost all his money years ago, (that is another story for another time), barely had enough for food. He, politly, said no. Sirius exploded, feeling more rage then ever.
"Don't listen to him." A voice had mysteriously surfaced from the depths of his mind. "He is weak, and you don't have to take no for an answer from weak mortals like him."
"Shut up. I don't take orders from psychotic voices inside my own mind," Sirius thought back.
Then the voice answered suddenly. "Kill him."
Sirius was so shocked, he barred himself in his room for the rest of the day, ignoring his fathers pleas for him to come out.
And the dreams. Sirius never, ever remembered what they were about. When he wakes up, he is automaticly afriad, and strangly violent.
Sirius swung his feet over the bed and put them down. He could hear the snores coming from his fathers room, feeling angry at him for no reason at all.
He heaved, so violently and so suddenly, that he collasped off the bed, hitting the floor hard. He was losing consiousness fast, and even while he was throwing up.
* * *
Somewhere in England...
He stood on the balcony of the manor, watching the few wizards and witches who walked by, at dusk. His breath was visible in the coldness of the dark, which excited him. Darkness was always his passion, second only to his wife.
"Oh Draco, dear," his wife called.
"Over here, Hermione, my love!" Draco spoke loudly. He heard her moving towards the balcony door. She appeared next to him. and grabbed his shoulder. He bent down, to lovingly embrace her in a very passionate kiss. Eventually, she came up for air. They stopped, and stared at the now raising blood red sun.
"Draco, honey." Hermione said, attractivly. "Whats wrong?"
He stared a while longer, then said, in a low voice,"Oh nothing. I was just thinking about how I...how I could have killed him, once and for all. To get him back, for all hes done to me. But, I didn't. I let him go. I can't live with that, in the name of my father."
Draco's eyes went misty. He bowed his head low, and wiped angrily at his eyes. Hermione hugged him, and said, "We'll get him back, don't worry..."
* * *
Death and Decay
Some months later, at the Potter household...
Sirius Potter awoke with a start. Scared out of his mind for a moment, he heaved. He waited for another moment and heaved again. Covered in vomit, he grabbed his wand.
"Qeuk'Thelos!" he managed, his lips pressed into a thin white line. All the body fluid on him disappeared. He sat upright, and rubbing his eyes, groaning. This was starting to happen more often then not. The heaving, and the dreams.
He had started having wild and violent nightmares after the school year ended. He supposed it was because, against his judgement, his mind was sickened with him, having killed eight people four months ago, one of them his sweetheart, Mary Addser.
Then this voice appeared in his head, asking him questions he don't not have answers to. Telling him secrets, and giving him dark thoughts. The voice, he suspected, never activated unless he was despressed, sad or angry.
One day, Sirius had asked his father for a new cauldron, for his was outdated and thinning. His father, who had lost all his money years ago, (that is another story for another time), barely had enough for food. He, politly, said no. Sirius exploded, feeling more rage then ever.
"Don't listen to him." A voice had mysteriously surfaced from the depths of his mind. "He is weak, and you don't have to take no for an answer from weak mortals like him."
"Shut up. I don't take orders from psychotic voices inside my own mind," Sirius thought back.
Then the voice answered suddenly. "Kill him."
Sirius was so shocked, he barred himself in his room for the rest of the day, ignoring his fathers pleas for him to come out.
And the dreams. Sirius never, ever remembered what they were about. When he wakes up, he is automaticly afriad, and strangly violent.
Sirius swung his feet over the bed and put them down. He could hear the snores coming from his fathers room, feeling angry at him for no reason at all.
He heaved, so violently and so suddenly, that he collasped off the bed, hitting the floor hard. He was losing consiousness fast, and even while he was throwing up.
* * *
Somewhere in England...
He stood on the balcony of the manor, watching the few wizards and witches who walked by, at dusk. His breath was visible in the coldness of the dark, which excited him. Darkness was always his passion, second only to his wife.
"Oh Draco, dear," his wife called.
"Over here, Hermione, my love!" Draco spoke loudly. He heard her moving towards the balcony door. She appeared next to him. and grabbed his shoulder. He bent down, to lovingly embrace her in a very passionate kiss. Eventually, she came up for air. They stopped, and stared at the now raising blood red sun.
"Draco, honey." Hermione said, attractivly. "Whats wrong?"
He stared a while longer, then said, in a low voice,"Oh nothing. I was just thinking about how I...how I could have killed him, once and for all. To get him back, for all hes done to me. But, I didn't. I let him go. I can't live with that, in the name of my father."
Draco's eyes went misty. He bowed his head low, and wiped angrily at his eyes. Hermione hugged him, and said, "We'll get him back, don't worry..."
* * *