At about quarter past eleven that night Draco crept silently back to his
dormitory. He didn't suspect that Harry, as naïve and foolish as he is,
would never know that Draco was still seeing Ginny. Draco's heart was
telling him what to do and Draco's heart wasn't very nice. Deep inside he
thought maybe this could end badly and he would lose two people that he
loved equally. But then he thought again and he knew how easy it would be
to get them back. Malfoys had 'a way' with people.
Draco knew that if his father found out about either of his relationships he would go mad. I mean firstly, there was Ginny. From the Weasly family! Lucius Malfoy would not see the romantic side to the relationship as the two families have drifted further apart as the stars themselves dimmed. And then, obviously, there is Draco's relationship with Harry Potter. The child famous for destroying Lucius's lord and master, Lord Voldemort. And also there is that other tiny little snag that Harry is a boy and is, in Lucius's opinion, a complete bastard. Draco felt doomed to live a secret love life.
Slowly Draco mooched back to his bed and closed his eyes ready for the nightmares that had been visiting him for the past few days.
Draco did dream that night. He was walking in the forest late at night. There was no one else around even though Draco could here the sounds of thousands of men and women in the trees. Draco was terrified that he could not see these people. No one hid from a Malfoy. In anger Draco ran towards the nearest tree and grabbed at its branch. He swung himself round expecting to see one of the whisperers, but, alas he found none. Draco found himself staring at what you or I would see if we stared at an oak tree. Bark. Dirt. Filth. Especially though Draco saw darkness. A darkness that continued to grow and grow until the whole tree was as black as the enchanted night itself. Such a black night would drive a wise man mad. Such darkness that could bring a God to create a plague of death. And also such evil. Such evil that could murder and evilly torture the hearts of one million children. Such evil that could silence any known voice. And fill so many good minds with hate for men, and hate for all. Suddenly the voices grew louder and louder until Draco could almost see the noise in front of his very face. The screams were piercing Draco's ears. Even the tiny whispers were plunging themselves deep into Draco's mind. Draco did not know whether his mind was playing tricks on him but he could have sworn that then, as he was lying on the floor in such pain and agony, he saw a black figure immerge from the tree. Draco recognized the figure immediately. He was a death eater, and not the only one. In a space of two minutes there had been sixteen death eaters climbed out of the tree. Then Draco watched as they formed a circle. Many gaps were missing though, like a puzzle with forgotten or lost pieces. The death eaters seemed to know what they were doing as the all formed this circle with out a word, leaving the correct places for extra people. Then Draco, still lying on the floor began to feel sad. This had seemed impossible before as Draco was so upset to begin with. But now Draco could feel his heart collapse from unhappy thoughts. He forgot all memories and began to think of murder. Almost like a fantasy, Draco watched a film of murder scroll in front of his pale eyes and with absurd reason he began to desire these things. He desired stabbing and slitting the throats of many innocent people. All of a sudden he fantasized of rape and hate and curses so bad that even the wizards from beginning of time couldn't tell him where they started and what they were. Draco then began to feel mad and angry. He felt anger so bad that he heard it pumping round his veins and pulsing through his own heart. Why was he feeling these hateful things? Why were so many terrible emotions suddenly upon him? Why did he want to crawl into a ball and die, here and now? Then, as a new figure immerged from the enchanted tree, Draco realized why. For as the hooded creature stared at him though his eyes, Draco found an answer to all his absurd questions. The dementors were here. And Draco's heart skipped a beat when he realized what was next to come. His fathers master. Lord Voldemort himself had risen again.
Draco knew that if his father found out about either of his relationships he would go mad. I mean firstly, there was Ginny. From the Weasly family! Lucius Malfoy would not see the romantic side to the relationship as the two families have drifted further apart as the stars themselves dimmed. And then, obviously, there is Draco's relationship with Harry Potter. The child famous for destroying Lucius's lord and master, Lord Voldemort. And also there is that other tiny little snag that Harry is a boy and is, in Lucius's opinion, a complete bastard. Draco felt doomed to live a secret love life.
Slowly Draco mooched back to his bed and closed his eyes ready for the nightmares that had been visiting him for the past few days.
Draco did dream that night. He was walking in the forest late at night. There was no one else around even though Draco could here the sounds of thousands of men and women in the trees. Draco was terrified that he could not see these people. No one hid from a Malfoy. In anger Draco ran towards the nearest tree and grabbed at its branch. He swung himself round expecting to see one of the whisperers, but, alas he found none. Draco found himself staring at what you or I would see if we stared at an oak tree. Bark. Dirt. Filth. Especially though Draco saw darkness. A darkness that continued to grow and grow until the whole tree was as black as the enchanted night itself. Such a black night would drive a wise man mad. Such darkness that could bring a God to create a plague of death. And also such evil. Such evil that could murder and evilly torture the hearts of one million children. Such evil that could silence any known voice. And fill so many good minds with hate for men, and hate for all. Suddenly the voices grew louder and louder until Draco could almost see the noise in front of his very face. The screams were piercing Draco's ears. Even the tiny whispers were plunging themselves deep into Draco's mind. Draco did not know whether his mind was playing tricks on him but he could have sworn that then, as he was lying on the floor in such pain and agony, he saw a black figure immerge from the tree. Draco recognized the figure immediately. He was a death eater, and not the only one. In a space of two minutes there had been sixteen death eaters climbed out of the tree. Then Draco watched as they formed a circle. Many gaps were missing though, like a puzzle with forgotten or lost pieces. The death eaters seemed to know what they were doing as the all formed this circle with out a word, leaving the correct places for extra people. Then Draco, still lying on the floor began to feel sad. This had seemed impossible before as Draco was so upset to begin with. But now Draco could feel his heart collapse from unhappy thoughts. He forgot all memories and began to think of murder. Almost like a fantasy, Draco watched a film of murder scroll in front of his pale eyes and with absurd reason he began to desire these things. He desired stabbing and slitting the throats of many innocent people. All of a sudden he fantasized of rape and hate and curses so bad that even the wizards from beginning of time couldn't tell him where they started and what they were. Draco then began to feel mad and angry. He felt anger so bad that he heard it pumping round his veins and pulsing through his own heart. Why was he feeling these hateful things? Why were so many terrible emotions suddenly upon him? Why did he want to crawl into a ball and die, here and now? Then, as a new figure immerged from the enchanted tree, Draco realized why. For as the hooded creature stared at him though his eyes, Draco found an answer to all his absurd questions. The dementors were here. And Draco's heart skipped a beat when he realized what was next to come. His fathers master. Lord Voldemort himself had risen again.