Disclaimer: Oh yes, of course they're mine. Just as the sun is made of ice
and money grows on trees. Miss Rowling? If you wish to sue please find
someone else, I can't even afford a lawyer let alone a settlement.
Warnings: Little bit of blood play. :)
Golden Daffodils
--------- I wandered lonely as a cloud.
Part 24
On the following Monday, Draco wasn't thrilled that it was his turn to help supervise the seventh year Astronomy class. He hadn't spoken to many people since Selena's illness because he'd been too busy checking at she was really okay. It got to the point when she, so sick of his mollycoddling, had taken off to go spend some time with the Centaurs.
But now he had to go and help with the seventh years, and that meant being near Harry. Draco still got the sick feeling of guilt when he thought about what he'd done, but he tried to push it aside
The only thing that had happened was that Sirius had turned up once again to rant and rave about Draco not being fit to be near the students let alone teach them, but Draco had tolerated it fairly well, infuriating the man by saying that Sev should have killed him, every now and then. Harry hadn't said anything, just told Sirius to sit down and be quiet. Draco had been a little disturbed by this, as he had expected much more.
But he nodded to the students politely as he walked through the door to arrive at the very top of the new Astronomy Tower, nicknamed Astro-Tow. He'd heard it was named after a shop in some muggle cartoon, but it was obviously a program he wasn't familiar with. Something about travelling in space and having your craft break down. He didn't keep in touch with television anymore, even if he had grown up with it.
Harry even managed a polite nod back, which was surprising as well as a vast improvement. Draco took a seat, ready to help with any questions as he looked at the stars. He couldn't read them as strongly as the Centaurs could, but he could usually get the basic feelings. He rubbed the bead that still lay under the skin of his hand as he read of something unpleasant, something sad and unwelcome. He tried to focus, remembering every thing he had been taught, but Star Reading had always been a bit of challenge for him.
/Obviously don't have enough Centaur blood in me. I can't make out what that means. Bloody Jupiter, also had problems with it. Let's see, it's travelling across, it's high, that means something is impending, something's coming. Maybe it's Lucius? That would be nice. Then I could rip the skin from him and let him bleed out./
"Draco?"
He looked away from the stars, blinking as his eyes refocused. "Hello, Sev. Why are you here?" He smiled but it froze as he took in the other's appearance.
"I thought you might like to know. I only just received it." Sev held out a piece of paper which Draco took automatically, despite the fact that he should be more careful, what with the whispers of Lucius growing and the rumours starting to circulate of his sightings. /Lucius would love to get his hands on me. Well, I wish for just the same./ He flicked the letter open and began to read.
-
Severus Snape,
We regret to inform you that the lifeless body of your mother was discovered in her temporary home at Barcelona.
-
Draco looked up, disbelief and shock covering his face. Sev made no comment so he looked back down at the paper.
-
We believe foul play has occurred but at this time we still have no leads as to her attackers. We believe it to be the work of dark witches or wizards unknown.
-
/I think I have a fair idea. No, this can't be true, not real. Not Nanna, she can't be dead. She never did anything wrong./ The thoughts all whirled around as he tried to focus.
-
Please accept our deepest sympathies and rest assured that a full investigation is being launched due to the fact you have given your services so freely to us in times of need and may be suffering now because of that.
-
Draco's knuckles were going white and few knew the only reason the page wasn't ripping was because it was enchanted. Such notices from the Ministry always were. He absently registered in his mind that the entire Tower was very quiet and that the students were probably all staring at him. He felt a tear slip from his left eye and down his cheek. A small drop of clear moisture landed on the page.
-
All we have been able to deduct so far was that she did not suffer before her death as no signs of the traces that the various pain inducing curses have been found.
-
Draco knew that knowledge would give him some relief later, but right now, it didn't matter at all. He cringed inwardly as he felt a tear make it's way down the right side of his face and hoped the students wouldn't notice. A drop of red, thick liquid hit the page and he could feel the blood trail start to dry on his cheek.
-
We are unsure how she was discovered as, by your request, she was
We shall keep you inform, should any further information come to light.
Sincerely,
Patrick Aldson.
-
He didn't mean to, but he looked up, therefore giving everyone the opportunity to see his face. He vaguely heard some muttered gasps at the sight of the blood on his face but all Sev did was reach out and wipe it off. /No, no, no, no, no. FUCKING LUCIUS!/
"FUCKING LUCIUS!" He jumped to his feet and his sad, pained face slipped away to be replace with an enraged look. "Now that is just too fucking much!"
"Draco ... "
"NO! NO FUCKING WAY!" He looked Sev straight in the eye and smiled. It was not a pleasant smile. "He is NOT getting away with this one." Draco could feel his skin heat and knew that he was starting to glow as the only light for the tower came from the door, making it quite murky. Some of the seventh years were backing away to the safety wall. "He pays for this one, and he pays for it now." Draco let out a snarl, the students jumped and Sev looked concerned.
The teacher's boot caught fire but he extinguished it quickly. "You can't leave the grounds, and you know I wouldn't let you, even if you could. Fudge is just looking for an excuse to lock you away, don't give it to him."
Draco's smiled widened, but didn't become any less nasty. "I'm not going to leave the grounds. I can't go to him, he won't come to me, but neither of us have to go anywhere."
Sev frowned kicking his boot as it still smouldered a little. "What are you talking about?"
Draco looked straight down, through the floor and all the way down to the dungeons. He waved his hand four times in a left to right motion and then looked up. "It's all in the blood." He said sweetly, his eyes taking on a crazed look. "All in the blood."
Sev took a step back as he was startled when jars and bottles started floating through the floor. He recognised them as his own, from his lab and looked to Draco, confused. "What are you doing?"
"Blood. Such a beautiful thing. I have a lot of it, not all human, hell most of it isn't human, I don't even qualify." Draco held his hand out, palm facing up wards.
"Draco, you're rambling. Stop it!"
"Blood, blood, blood. Yes, that's what I need. Lucius pays, pays for it in blood." A small fire broke out of his palm, the flame was blue.
"Draco? Can you even hear me? Calm down!"
Draco felt the fury overtake him and quickly used the last of his good sense to take measures to protect Sev and the students. In the distance, the entire Quidditch pitch burst into flames causing the students to gasp and mutter. /I feel so alive, haven't felt this good in months, so angry, so angry. Lucius won't get away with this one, it just wouldn't be fair. All Nanna ever did was love me, that isn't a crime, you don't die for that. I'll kill him, kill him, kill, kill. But not today, can't to it this way. But I can get just as good. Can make him bleed, make him scream./
As Draco stood there, thinking dangerous things, the jars and bottles had opened, the ingredients were mixing together on their own as his hand heated them. He could hear the pounding of blood in his ears and the whistling of power as it hummed through him.
The ingredients stopped moving, stopped mixing and just lay there quietly in the air. A large pool of yellow liquid hanging in mid-air. Draco opened his mouth and the still boiling hot mass flowed down his throat into his stomach and started to seep into his circulatory system. He could feel it going into his blood, then his bones and then into his flesh. He held his hands out wide to each side, lifting his arms.
The dagger in his boot levitated itself out and up to float in front of his chest as a sudden breeze ripped his shirt off, leaving him naked form the waist up. He didn't even care that anyone might see the new mark he had on his arm. That didn't matter right now. All that mattered to him was that Lucius had to be hurt. He just heard what Sev was yelling at him. He must have caught on to what Draco was planning.
"DRACO! YOU COULD GO TO AZKABAN FOR THIS! STOP IT! DAMN YOU, BOY!"
His feet left the ground easily as he returned his concentration to the task at hand. The knife started to dance around, cutting him here, cutting him there, making small little incisions all over his torso. The blood that should have dripped from there arched away, like tiny threads and started to form a pool only a few feet away from his face.
Draco knew that the students were all now huddled on the floor and he was sorry he was scaring them, but he had to do this while the fury was still burning hot or it wouldn't work. He started to mutter the necessary incantation under his breath. His lips never stopped moving as the pool of blood floating before him started to grow and shimmer.
The tiny threads of blood stopped flowing to the pool, as it was now fully formed. The surface glistened once more before a bright light started in the middle and expanded out. As the image of light expanded Draco saw Lucius, saw the man turn and give a quizzical look. He couldn't see where he was or what he was doing, but he did see the look of recognition and arrogance of the elder wizard's face as Lucius looked back at him. The lips moved, but the temporary mirror could not be used to convey sound.
Draco lowered his left arm and grasped the dagger. /Have to be quick, not much time, time too fleeting./ His eyes narrowed and his face turned to one of only fury. Without even thinking about what he was doing he slammed the blade of the knife right through his right hand and watched victoriously as Lucius let out a silent scream, clutching as his own hand.
Instead of just pulling it straight out again, Draco dragged the blade upwards, causing it to exit by way of cutting through the flesh between his first and second finger. Lucius was lying on the ground now. He pushed the dagger back in, roughly the same place as the first puncture, but dragged it out between his thumb and first finger.
Draco smiled cruelly as he saw the Lucius had tears of pain dripping down his face. /Yes, hope it hurts, hope it kills./ He looked at the blood that was covering his father's robe. /Blood, always the blood./ Draco harshly grabbed his forefinger at the first knuckle and with a sickening, tearing noise, ripped it right off his own hand.
Lucius screamed again and Draco wished he could hear it, but took comfort in the look of pain. He blinked as he felt his head go dizzy. He was still three feet in the air. He blinked again, this time much more slowly and with one last smile of triumph he passed out.
His body hit the stone floor as the pool of blood stopped floating and splashed down, getting the few nearest people much to their displeasure. Draco was out cold in a magic induced coma and didn't notice any of it.
He also didn't notice that Harry had passed out too.
To Be Continued.
Warnings: Little bit of blood play. :)
Golden Daffodils
--------- I wandered lonely as a cloud.
Part 24
On the following Monday, Draco wasn't thrilled that it was his turn to help supervise the seventh year Astronomy class. He hadn't spoken to many people since Selena's illness because he'd been too busy checking at she was really okay. It got to the point when she, so sick of his mollycoddling, had taken off to go spend some time with the Centaurs.
But now he had to go and help with the seventh years, and that meant being near Harry. Draco still got the sick feeling of guilt when he thought about what he'd done, but he tried to push it aside
The only thing that had happened was that Sirius had turned up once again to rant and rave about Draco not being fit to be near the students let alone teach them, but Draco had tolerated it fairly well, infuriating the man by saying that Sev should have killed him, every now and then. Harry hadn't said anything, just told Sirius to sit down and be quiet. Draco had been a little disturbed by this, as he had expected much more.
But he nodded to the students politely as he walked through the door to arrive at the very top of the new Astronomy Tower, nicknamed Astro-Tow. He'd heard it was named after a shop in some muggle cartoon, but it was obviously a program he wasn't familiar with. Something about travelling in space and having your craft break down. He didn't keep in touch with television anymore, even if he had grown up with it.
Harry even managed a polite nod back, which was surprising as well as a vast improvement. Draco took a seat, ready to help with any questions as he looked at the stars. He couldn't read them as strongly as the Centaurs could, but he could usually get the basic feelings. He rubbed the bead that still lay under the skin of his hand as he read of something unpleasant, something sad and unwelcome. He tried to focus, remembering every thing he had been taught, but Star Reading had always been a bit of challenge for him.
/Obviously don't have enough Centaur blood in me. I can't make out what that means. Bloody Jupiter, also had problems with it. Let's see, it's travelling across, it's high, that means something is impending, something's coming. Maybe it's Lucius? That would be nice. Then I could rip the skin from him and let him bleed out./
"Draco?"
He looked away from the stars, blinking as his eyes refocused. "Hello, Sev. Why are you here?" He smiled but it froze as he took in the other's appearance.
"I thought you might like to know. I only just received it." Sev held out a piece of paper which Draco took automatically, despite the fact that he should be more careful, what with the whispers of Lucius growing and the rumours starting to circulate of his sightings. /Lucius would love to get his hands on me. Well, I wish for just the same./ He flicked the letter open and began to read.
-
Severus Snape,
We regret to inform you that the lifeless body of your mother was discovered in her temporary home at Barcelona.
-
Draco looked up, disbelief and shock covering his face. Sev made no comment so he looked back down at the paper.
-
We believe foul play has occurred but at this time we still have no leads as to her attackers. We believe it to be the work of dark witches or wizards unknown.
-
/I think I have a fair idea. No, this can't be true, not real. Not Nanna, she can't be dead. She never did anything wrong./ The thoughts all whirled around as he tried to focus.
-
Please accept our deepest sympathies and rest assured that a full investigation is being launched due to the fact you have given your services so freely to us in times of need and may be suffering now because of that.
-
Draco's knuckles were going white and few knew the only reason the page wasn't ripping was because it was enchanted. Such notices from the Ministry always were. He absently registered in his mind that the entire Tower was very quiet and that the students were probably all staring at him. He felt a tear slip from his left eye and down his cheek. A small drop of clear moisture landed on the page.
-
All we have been able to deduct so far was that she did not suffer before her death as no signs of the traces that the various pain inducing curses have been found.
-
Draco knew that knowledge would give him some relief later, but right now, it didn't matter at all. He cringed inwardly as he felt a tear make it's way down the right side of his face and hoped the students wouldn't notice. A drop of red, thick liquid hit the page and he could feel the blood trail start to dry on his cheek.
-
We are unsure how she was discovered as, by your request, she was
We shall keep you inform, should any further information come to light.
Sincerely,
Patrick Aldson.
-
He didn't mean to, but he looked up, therefore giving everyone the opportunity to see his face. He vaguely heard some muttered gasps at the sight of the blood on his face but all Sev did was reach out and wipe it off. /No, no, no, no, no. FUCKING LUCIUS!/
"FUCKING LUCIUS!" He jumped to his feet and his sad, pained face slipped away to be replace with an enraged look. "Now that is just too fucking much!"
"Draco ... "
"NO! NO FUCKING WAY!" He looked Sev straight in the eye and smiled. It was not a pleasant smile. "He is NOT getting away with this one." Draco could feel his skin heat and knew that he was starting to glow as the only light for the tower came from the door, making it quite murky. Some of the seventh years were backing away to the safety wall. "He pays for this one, and he pays for it now." Draco let out a snarl, the students jumped and Sev looked concerned.
The teacher's boot caught fire but he extinguished it quickly. "You can't leave the grounds, and you know I wouldn't let you, even if you could. Fudge is just looking for an excuse to lock you away, don't give it to him."
Draco's smiled widened, but didn't become any less nasty. "I'm not going to leave the grounds. I can't go to him, he won't come to me, but neither of us have to go anywhere."
Sev frowned kicking his boot as it still smouldered a little. "What are you talking about?"
Draco looked straight down, through the floor and all the way down to the dungeons. He waved his hand four times in a left to right motion and then looked up. "It's all in the blood." He said sweetly, his eyes taking on a crazed look. "All in the blood."
Sev took a step back as he was startled when jars and bottles started floating through the floor. He recognised them as his own, from his lab and looked to Draco, confused. "What are you doing?"
"Blood. Such a beautiful thing. I have a lot of it, not all human, hell most of it isn't human, I don't even qualify." Draco held his hand out, palm facing up wards.
"Draco, you're rambling. Stop it!"
"Blood, blood, blood. Yes, that's what I need. Lucius pays, pays for it in blood." A small fire broke out of his palm, the flame was blue.
"Draco? Can you even hear me? Calm down!"
Draco felt the fury overtake him and quickly used the last of his good sense to take measures to protect Sev and the students. In the distance, the entire Quidditch pitch burst into flames causing the students to gasp and mutter. /I feel so alive, haven't felt this good in months, so angry, so angry. Lucius won't get away with this one, it just wouldn't be fair. All Nanna ever did was love me, that isn't a crime, you don't die for that. I'll kill him, kill him, kill, kill. But not today, can't to it this way. But I can get just as good. Can make him bleed, make him scream./
As Draco stood there, thinking dangerous things, the jars and bottles had opened, the ingredients were mixing together on their own as his hand heated them. He could hear the pounding of blood in his ears and the whistling of power as it hummed through him.
The ingredients stopped moving, stopped mixing and just lay there quietly in the air. A large pool of yellow liquid hanging in mid-air. Draco opened his mouth and the still boiling hot mass flowed down his throat into his stomach and started to seep into his circulatory system. He could feel it going into his blood, then his bones and then into his flesh. He held his hands out wide to each side, lifting his arms.
The dagger in his boot levitated itself out and up to float in front of his chest as a sudden breeze ripped his shirt off, leaving him naked form the waist up. He didn't even care that anyone might see the new mark he had on his arm. That didn't matter right now. All that mattered to him was that Lucius had to be hurt. He just heard what Sev was yelling at him. He must have caught on to what Draco was planning.
"DRACO! YOU COULD GO TO AZKABAN FOR THIS! STOP IT! DAMN YOU, BOY!"
His feet left the ground easily as he returned his concentration to the task at hand. The knife started to dance around, cutting him here, cutting him there, making small little incisions all over his torso. The blood that should have dripped from there arched away, like tiny threads and started to form a pool only a few feet away from his face.
Draco knew that the students were all now huddled on the floor and he was sorry he was scaring them, but he had to do this while the fury was still burning hot or it wouldn't work. He started to mutter the necessary incantation under his breath. His lips never stopped moving as the pool of blood floating before him started to grow and shimmer.
The tiny threads of blood stopped flowing to the pool, as it was now fully formed. The surface glistened once more before a bright light started in the middle and expanded out. As the image of light expanded Draco saw Lucius, saw the man turn and give a quizzical look. He couldn't see where he was or what he was doing, but he did see the look of recognition and arrogance of the elder wizard's face as Lucius looked back at him. The lips moved, but the temporary mirror could not be used to convey sound.
Draco lowered his left arm and grasped the dagger. /Have to be quick, not much time, time too fleeting./ His eyes narrowed and his face turned to one of only fury. Without even thinking about what he was doing he slammed the blade of the knife right through his right hand and watched victoriously as Lucius let out a silent scream, clutching as his own hand.
Instead of just pulling it straight out again, Draco dragged the blade upwards, causing it to exit by way of cutting through the flesh between his first and second finger. Lucius was lying on the ground now. He pushed the dagger back in, roughly the same place as the first puncture, but dragged it out between his thumb and first finger.
Draco smiled cruelly as he saw the Lucius had tears of pain dripping down his face. /Yes, hope it hurts, hope it kills./ He looked at the blood that was covering his father's robe. /Blood, always the blood./ Draco harshly grabbed his forefinger at the first knuckle and with a sickening, tearing noise, ripped it right off his own hand.
Lucius screamed again and Draco wished he could hear it, but took comfort in the look of pain. He blinked as he felt his head go dizzy. He was still three feet in the air. He blinked again, this time much more slowly and with one last smile of triumph he passed out.
His body hit the stone floor as the pool of blood stopped floating and splashed down, getting the few nearest people much to their displeasure. Draco was out cold in a magic induced coma and didn't notice any of it.
He also didn't notice that Harry had passed out too.
To Be Continued.