Not what it might seem.
Author: Culf Disclaimer: I don't own this, and I surly don't make any money on it. AN: I think I worked less on this one, though I wrote the chapter two times. A certain student was nicer in the first one, and I'm not sure if it turned out for the better. I would love your opinion on it! On to the story...
And they say that a hero can save us...
A student lost in thoughts was walking down a deserted corridor. He knew he should be in the common room, like they had all been ordered too, but he was a Malfoy, and Malfoy's didn't take orders from anyone. He was in a foul mood, but not for the reasons he should be. He should've been with his friends, celebrating the death of a mudblood who had never done him wrong. Or at least he thought so. He didn't know who had been taken, only that it was a poor fool of a girl. A first year, apparently, and a Gryffindor. He snarled at the thought of those do-good'ers. He didn't hate mudbloods, as he pretended to, nor did he truly hate Granger. He didn't love them. No, he despised the lot, but he didn't hate them. He only hated two people in his life. One was Harry Potter. He hated Potter for turning down his friendship. For being admired by everyone, and for being nothing but nice to his friends, and nothing but rude when it came to Slytherins. And second, he hated himself. Hated himself for being an actor who never let his mask slip, a puppet, who danced as his father pulled the treads attached to him. Hated what he was, when he could have been something else. Someone else. And now, his masked slipped. It slipped because he was alone. Because he finally was alone, with no one to see him. Every emotion he had ever locked up was plain on his face, and he did not know if he was ashamed of it, or proud.
Noise from around the corner made him put his mask back on. Someone was strolling in the hallway, and it didn't sound like a teacher. He stopped beside the sleeping picture of Wendelin the Weird, and listened. He heard sobbing, heavy panting and humming. Someone was humming a merry childs tune! He peeked carefully around the corner, and the assemblance of people seemed as strange as the noises. Weasley was carrying something. The one humming was their sorry excuse of a dark arts professor. A short, redheaded girl, the youngest Weasley, who sniffed loudly, was grasping sword and some other things whit trembling hands. But most importantly, they were heading straight against him, and he had no where to hide.Better come out and face them than trying to hide behind an old armor. He wondered what the Weasley girl was crying about. Maybe she knew the girl down in the Chamber. That made sense, as they had both been first years, and both gryffs. And what was Weasel boy carrying?
"Go away, Malfoy. Things are bad enough as it is." Weasley had spotted him, but the remark had startled him. Not because he had ever thought Weasley would be polite to him, but because the words lacked his usual energy, and the glint normally seen in his eyes was gone. What could do that? No matter that the boy was a prat, he knew that, but something about that flat tone in his voice raised an alarm in Draco's head. Then, as he made out what Weasley was holding, he knew. It was Potter, pale and lifeless, eyes closed and lips blue. He wasn't breathing.
"Shut up, Weasel." He bit his teeth. Probably not the best time to make remarks, but even if he regretted what he'd said, he wasn't going to apologize. Mafloys don't apologize. "What happened?"
"Just get lost, will you?" Still, the same flatness in his voice, as if nothing would be done no matter if Draco moved or not. But the girl had raised her head. Her eyes were red-brimmed and glazed too, and for a moment he saw that she was infact a rather pretty girl. Not his style, but there was no denying that she was pretty. He wondered for a brief moment what the Weasel would say if told that to his face. Usually, Draco would be expecting a fist right between the eyes, but now he wasn't too sure. The girl, Virginia, started talking in a trembling voice.
"Down in the chamber... They came to save me... Tom... A basilisk bit him. It bit Harry... It's too late now. Too late..." That was why she was trembling. She had been the one taken down in the chamber. Potter and the Weasel had followed to save the day, and now Potter was dead. In one way, it served him right, but Draco wondered what he had done, had it been his sister, or the sister of a friend as close as Weasley. He didn't know, as he had neither a sister, or a friend like that. Besides, he was a Slytherin. None of that foolish bravery would kill him. He was cunning.
If a basilisk had met his eyes, then Harry was as dead as Myrtle, but the girl said he'd been bit, and a basilisk's venom didn't work that quick.
"Weasley, let me have a look at him. It might not be to late."
"You're not gonna touch him, Malfoy. I'll have yo.." But Ron was cut of.
"Stop being a prat Ron. There's nothing we can do, and if Malfoy can, then let him. We got nothing more to lose, and all to gain." Virginia had pulled herself together for long enough to talk her older brother to sense, but now, she was sobbing again. Malfoy leaned over to check Potters pulse, while Ron was too startled to do anything. He could feel a puls. It was weak, but it was there.
"Weasley, you fool. He's not dead. Not yet, but he will be, if you don't do exactly what I tell you to." The dumbstruck look on the weasels face would have made him laugh any other day, but the situation was to grave.
"W-what? But..."
"Now listen. You stay here and wait for me. In the meantime, one of you, I think Potter might prefer you to do this," he pointed at Ginny. "must perform mouth to mouth. It is vital that he doesn't suffocate, and the poison weakens his lounges." Ginny's face turned into a bright red that clashed horribly with her hair, and nodded.
"Hey, where are you going?" Ron cried, but Malfoy had already turned the corner.
AN: Wow, that was a lot of thoughts, and little action. If you don't like it that way, and want me to cut the crap, tell me. As for my reviewers:
Mingo-iza-cutie: Thanks. I continued, didn't I?
Lord Dreadnault: Yes, I updated right behind your very back. You think I'm good at writing? Awww, thanks. BTW, for some reason I just love your name!
Kim: I really hadn't thought of the reactions of Mrs. Weasley and Dumbledore. I actually wrote it as a one post were Harry really died, but when you say it, I know that it is something that has to be dealt with. Thanks!
Neonfizz: Or you'll make me update? Well, there's no need for that, is it? I have updated.
Darcel: That's great! Do I have to log on to see it, or can I just type the address? And most importantly, do I get reviews?
Quoth the Raven: Your review was the best! I loved that you told me what you liked in the story, cause I was afraid you guys might think the things were crapy. Thank you so much! PS: If you want to be my beta-reader, then you're welcome!
Darcel: Well, what do you think now? You still don't know if it'll work. Come back to find out!
Englishgirl: Good to see you thought it was good. And the next installment is here!
Sailor Sol: I'm glad you think it's original, and that you think the story is good. I'm keeping up the work, now you keep up reviewing!
Lucil: Continued, it is. Will Harry really not return? Well what do you think? Find out in later chapters!
Silent Angle: I didn't leave him, did I? And I am working!
Next chapter coming up soon, on a computer near you!!! But only if you review!!! So push the magic button. It's not that often you can contact the author of a story you read, and get a reply, now is it?
Author: Culf Disclaimer: I don't own this, and I surly don't make any money on it. AN: I think I worked less on this one, though I wrote the chapter two times. A certain student was nicer in the first one, and I'm not sure if it turned out for the better. I would love your opinion on it! On to the story...
And they say that a hero can save us...
A student lost in thoughts was walking down a deserted corridor. He knew he should be in the common room, like they had all been ordered too, but he was a Malfoy, and Malfoy's didn't take orders from anyone. He was in a foul mood, but not for the reasons he should be. He should've been with his friends, celebrating the death of a mudblood who had never done him wrong. Or at least he thought so. He didn't know who had been taken, only that it was a poor fool of a girl. A first year, apparently, and a Gryffindor. He snarled at the thought of those do-good'ers. He didn't hate mudbloods, as he pretended to, nor did he truly hate Granger. He didn't love them. No, he despised the lot, but he didn't hate them. He only hated two people in his life. One was Harry Potter. He hated Potter for turning down his friendship. For being admired by everyone, and for being nothing but nice to his friends, and nothing but rude when it came to Slytherins. And second, he hated himself. Hated himself for being an actor who never let his mask slip, a puppet, who danced as his father pulled the treads attached to him. Hated what he was, when he could have been something else. Someone else. And now, his masked slipped. It slipped because he was alone. Because he finally was alone, with no one to see him. Every emotion he had ever locked up was plain on his face, and he did not know if he was ashamed of it, or proud.
Noise from around the corner made him put his mask back on. Someone was strolling in the hallway, and it didn't sound like a teacher. He stopped beside the sleeping picture of Wendelin the Weird, and listened. He heard sobbing, heavy panting and humming. Someone was humming a merry childs tune! He peeked carefully around the corner, and the assemblance of people seemed as strange as the noises. Weasley was carrying something. The one humming was their sorry excuse of a dark arts professor. A short, redheaded girl, the youngest Weasley, who sniffed loudly, was grasping sword and some other things whit trembling hands. But most importantly, they were heading straight against him, and he had no where to hide.Better come out and face them than trying to hide behind an old armor. He wondered what the Weasley girl was crying about. Maybe she knew the girl down in the Chamber. That made sense, as they had both been first years, and both gryffs. And what was Weasel boy carrying?
"Go away, Malfoy. Things are bad enough as it is." Weasley had spotted him, but the remark had startled him. Not because he had ever thought Weasley would be polite to him, but because the words lacked his usual energy, and the glint normally seen in his eyes was gone. What could do that? No matter that the boy was a prat, he knew that, but something about that flat tone in his voice raised an alarm in Draco's head. Then, as he made out what Weasley was holding, he knew. It was Potter, pale and lifeless, eyes closed and lips blue. He wasn't breathing.
"Shut up, Weasel." He bit his teeth. Probably not the best time to make remarks, but even if he regretted what he'd said, he wasn't going to apologize. Mafloys don't apologize. "What happened?"
"Just get lost, will you?" Still, the same flatness in his voice, as if nothing would be done no matter if Draco moved or not. But the girl had raised her head. Her eyes were red-brimmed and glazed too, and for a moment he saw that she was infact a rather pretty girl. Not his style, but there was no denying that she was pretty. He wondered for a brief moment what the Weasel would say if told that to his face. Usually, Draco would be expecting a fist right between the eyes, but now he wasn't too sure. The girl, Virginia, started talking in a trembling voice.
"Down in the chamber... They came to save me... Tom... A basilisk bit him. It bit Harry... It's too late now. Too late..." That was why she was trembling. She had been the one taken down in the chamber. Potter and the Weasel had followed to save the day, and now Potter was dead. In one way, it served him right, but Draco wondered what he had done, had it been his sister, or the sister of a friend as close as Weasley. He didn't know, as he had neither a sister, or a friend like that. Besides, he was a Slytherin. None of that foolish bravery would kill him. He was cunning.
If a basilisk had met his eyes, then Harry was as dead as Myrtle, but the girl said he'd been bit, and a basilisk's venom didn't work that quick.
"Weasley, let me have a look at him. It might not be to late."
"You're not gonna touch him, Malfoy. I'll have yo.." But Ron was cut of.
"Stop being a prat Ron. There's nothing we can do, and if Malfoy can, then let him. We got nothing more to lose, and all to gain." Virginia had pulled herself together for long enough to talk her older brother to sense, but now, she was sobbing again. Malfoy leaned over to check Potters pulse, while Ron was too startled to do anything. He could feel a puls. It was weak, but it was there.
"Weasley, you fool. He's not dead. Not yet, but he will be, if you don't do exactly what I tell you to." The dumbstruck look on the weasels face would have made him laugh any other day, but the situation was to grave.
"W-what? But..."
"Now listen. You stay here and wait for me. In the meantime, one of you, I think Potter might prefer you to do this," he pointed at Ginny. "must perform mouth to mouth. It is vital that he doesn't suffocate, and the poison weakens his lounges." Ginny's face turned into a bright red that clashed horribly with her hair, and nodded.
"Hey, where are you going?" Ron cried, but Malfoy had already turned the corner.
AN: Wow, that was a lot of thoughts, and little action. If you don't like it that way, and want me to cut the crap, tell me. As for my reviewers:
Mingo-iza-cutie: Thanks. I continued, didn't I?
Lord Dreadnault: Yes, I updated right behind your very back. You think I'm good at writing? Awww, thanks. BTW, for some reason I just love your name!
Kim: I really hadn't thought of the reactions of Mrs. Weasley and Dumbledore. I actually wrote it as a one post were Harry really died, but when you say it, I know that it is something that has to be dealt with. Thanks!
Neonfizz: Or you'll make me update? Well, there's no need for that, is it? I have updated.
Darcel: That's great! Do I have to log on to see it, or can I just type the address? And most importantly, do I get reviews?
Quoth the Raven: Your review was the best! I loved that you told me what you liked in the story, cause I was afraid you guys might think the things were crapy. Thank you so much! PS: If you want to be my beta-reader, then you're welcome!
Darcel: Well, what do you think now? You still don't know if it'll work. Come back to find out!
Englishgirl: Good to see you thought it was good. And the next installment is here!
Sailor Sol: I'm glad you think it's original, and that you think the story is good. I'm keeping up the work, now you keep up reviewing!
Lucil: Continued, it is. Will Harry really not return? Well what do you think? Find out in later chapters!
Silent Angle: I didn't leave him, did I? And I am working!
Next chapter coming up soon, on a computer near you!!! But only if you review!!! So push the magic button. It's not that often you can contact the author of a story you read, and get a reply, now is it?