Title: A Time Soaked with Blood
Author: Eric
Disclaimer: I don't hold responsibility for all the characters in and/or relating to the Harry Potter series by J. K. Rowling nor do I hold responsibility for the movies by Warner Brothers. So don't sue me. When a man needs dental floss, a man needs dental floss.
Notes: Wee, another chapter! And I so have to use the word "Clairvoyance" in this.. Such a cool word!
A rose without thorns– Thank you =D I love you sooo much. =P And you'll be surprised at what I have in store for this story...
I Love Sirius Black– One of my most faithful reviewers! And of course, everyone's life has meaning when I post up my fics. Hehe.
Ami-ImaTomLOVER–Draco/Ginny and Ginny/Remus both really scare me... But I guess that's because I don't really like Ginny. Only time shall tell.
-When time soaked with blood turns its back, I know it's hard to fall-
Chapter Two: Clairvoyant Disease
There's nowhere to run and hide when you're living to die. Stuck alone inside your head, better off dead.
Draco slumped down into the armchair placed in his room. There was nothing to do around this dump. It was old, smelly, and forbidding. It was a lot like Malfoy Manor, excepting the 'smelly' part. Draco let his head loll to the side as he rested his eyes. He didn't want to fall asleep, but it seemed that as soon as he had his eyelids shut, drowsiness overcame him. He shook his head many a time, trying to keep awake. His eyes felt like they were being pulled shut. He finally gave in to his instincts and fell asleep...
He didn't know how long he had been sleeping, but when he woke up, the sun was just beginning to set. He grumbled and leaned forward, finding it a tad bit painful because of the position he had slept in. He rubbed his neck and sighed. He hated sleeping in the afternoon. It made him feel so.. What was the word for it? Stiff. It made him feel so stiff. He didn't know why, maybe it was just the fact that he had slept in a chair of all places.
His eyes grazed the room, looking for something to occupy him and maybe even let him have some fun. Fun, right. Like that could be had in a place such as this. He had to get out. It had only been one day and he felt as if he was going to die. Maybe he'd get used to it. No.. No he wouldn't. First of all, Ron and Harry are always going to be there biting his head off for every little thing. Mrs. Weasley will always be there giving him little pity glances. And this house will still be here with damned House Elf heads on the wall.
There was a forest near this house. Or this little development of houses, anyway. It looked strange. Not like the Forbidden Forest at Hogwarts, but just strange. Draco thought maybe someone in this house might know a little about it. He decided he'd ask, curiosity getting the better of him.
He walked down the stairs, preferring not to give the heads a look this time. He stopped at the bottom of the stairs, wondering where they might be. His eyes set on a clock that was hanging on the wall. It seemed about dinner time, so he went to the kitchen. Lucky guess, they were all there. However, this was the normal time that people ate so he wasn't even a little astounded at his clairvoyance attitude. He sat down in a chair next to Remus. From what he understood, the werewolf had been the one to spend most of the time in the house, other than its other occupants that is. But how was Draco to ask him about the forest when he had never said two nice words to the guy? Remus shot him a look. Not exactly mean.. Just a wondering glance is all.
"Hello Draco." he said. Draco looked at the pitiful creature. He shivered slightly, not letting it show and replied.
"'lo." he said, nonchalantly. Remus gave Draco another look and tapped his finger on the table. He was probably uncomfortable. Draco held in a laugh at this. "What's that forest by this house? What's it all about?" Draco got straight to the point. Ask him as quick as he could and then get out. That was his plan. Remus took a drink before answering.
"Well, it's just a forest really. But no one's ever been in it. It's impossible with all the prickly bushes, trees, stumps, brambles... So I've never bothered with it. You could get really scratched up and beaten trying to get in there. Believe me, I've heard stories. You can't even apparate in there. I've heard other stories as well." he said, grinning slightly. Draco thought on this. If no one could get in there, then if Draco somehow found a way, no one would bother him. He could get in there whenever he felt like being alone and then leave whenever he wished. He'd get in there, one way or another. He had to ask Dumbledore though. Bah, that's the part he didn't want to do. If he could just sneak out... But even though he was a Malfoy, he knew he'd be caught. All these people in this house and most of them keeping one or two eyes on him.
"Ok." Draco said, walking back to his room without even thanking Remus for the information. Why did he have to thank him? It wasn't like he bloody well saved his life or anything. He got to his room and lit a fire in the fireplace. He took some Floo Power from a cup on the wall and tossed it in shouting, "Dumbledore!" As quick as he had thrown the powder in, Dumbledore's head appeared in the fireplace.
"You rang, Mr. Malfoy?" he said. 'Mr. Malfoy is my father..' Draco thought, but didn't say it aloud and just got to the point, as he had done with Lupin.
"Can I go to that forest? The one beside this house." Draco said. Dumbledore smiled.
"If you wish, but I don't believe you'll accomplish getting in there. Just be careful." Dumbledore said, "Now if that's all you needed me for, I have a date with a cup of tea to get to." And with that, he was gone. Draco hated that man's humor. A date with a cup of tea? Draco shook his head, not even wanting to think on that statement anymore. He looked out the window, the last of the sun's rays shown up over the forest. He decided he'd go tomorrow. As of right now, he was losing too much daylight to go. He sat in his room, watching the rays touch the top of the forest and then disappear. He heard someone open the door to his room, checking on him but he didn't look at them and rather just stared at the forest, wondering what might be in there.
He played around with thoughts inside his head. Those places muggles called "Theme parks." Yeah, one of them was in there. He smirked. His eyes glazed over, as he thought about the forest and it's contents. A couple hours later, he finally moved. It had been as if he were a statue. He stood up, stretching his arms and laying down in the bed. He couldn't fall asleep so he just lay there, looking at the ceiling and thinking about the war, the forest, his father..
He yawned and rolled to his side, closing his eyes. He should just try to sleep, he needed his energy for tomorrow. He drew the blanket over him and fell slowly to slumber.
Author: Eric
Disclaimer: I don't hold responsibility for all the characters in and/or relating to the Harry Potter series by J. K. Rowling nor do I hold responsibility for the movies by Warner Brothers. So don't sue me. When a man needs dental floss, a man needs dental floss.
Notes: Wee, another chapter! And I so have to use the word "Clairvoyance" in this.. Such a cool word!
A rose without thorns– Thank you =D I love you sooo much. =P And you'll be surprised at what I have in store for this story...
I Love Sirius Black– One of my most faithful reviewers! And of course, everyone's life has meaning when I post up my fics. Hehe.
Ami-ImaTomLOVER–Draco/Ginny and Ginny/Remus both really scare me... But I guess that's because I don't really like Ginny. Only time shall tell.
-When time soaked with blood turns its back, I know it's hard to fall-
Chapter Two: Clairvoyant Disease
There's nowhere to run and hide when you're living to die. Stuck alone inside your head, better off dead.
Draco slumped down into the armchair placed in his room. There was nothing to do around this dump. It was old, smelly, and forbidding. It was a lot like Malfoy Manor, excepting the 'smelly' part. Draco let his head loll to the side as he rested his eyes. He didn't want to fall asleep, but it seemed that as soon as he had his eyelids shut, drowsiness overcame him. He shook his head many a time, trying to keep awake. His eyes felt like they were being pulled shut. He finally gave in to his instincts and fell asleep...
He didn't know how long he had been sleeping, but when he woke up, the sun was just beginning to set. He grumbled and leaned forward, finding it a tad bit painful because of the position he had slept in. He rubbed his neck and sighed. He hated sleeping in the afternoon. It made him feel so.. What was the word for it? Stiff. It made him feel so stiff. He didn't know why, maybe it was just the fact that he had slept in a chair of all places.
His eyes grazed the room, looking for something to occupy him and maybe even let him have some fun. Fun, right. Like that could be had in a place such as this. He had to get out. It had only been one day and he felt as if he was going to die. Maybe he'd get used to it. No.. No he wouldn't. First of all, Ron and Harry are always going to be there biting his head off for every little thing. Mrs. Weasley will always be there giving him little pity glances. And this house will still be here with damned House Elf heads on the wall.
There was a forest near this house. Or this little development of houses, anyway. It looked strange. Not like the Forbidden Forest at Hogwarts, but just strange. Draco thought maybe someone in this house might know a little about it. He decided he'd ask, curiosity getting the better of him.
He walked down the stairs, preferring not to give the heads a look this time. He stopped at the bottom of the stairs, wondering where they might be. His eyes set on a clock that was hanging on the wall. It seemed about dinner time, so he went to the kitchen. Lucky guess, they were all there. However, this was the normal time that people ate so he wasn't even a little astounded at his clairvoyance attitude. He sat down in a chair next to Remus. From what he understood, the werewolf had been the one to spend most of the time in the house, other than its other occupants that is. But how was Draco to ask him about the forest when he had never said two nice words to the guy? Remus shot him a look. Not exactly mean.. Just a wondering glance is all.
"Hello Draco." he said. Draco looked at the pitiful creature. He shivered slightly, not letting it show and replied.
"'lo." he said, nonchalantly. Remus gave Draco another look and tapped his finger on the table. He was probably uncomfortable. Draco held in a laugh at this. "What's that forest by this house? What's it all about?" Draco got straight to the point. Ask him as quick as he could and then get out. That was his plan. Remus took a drink before answering.
"Well, it's just a forest really. But no one's ever been in it. It's impossible with all the prickly bushes, trees, stumps, brambles... So I've never bothered with it. You could get really scratched up and beaten trying to get in there. Believe me, I've heard stories. You can't even apparate in there. I've heard other stories as well." he said, grinning slightly. Draco thought on this. If no one could get in there, then if Draco somehow found a way, no one would bother him. He could get in there whenever he felt like being alone and then leave whenever he wished. He'd get in there, one way or another. He had to ask Dumbledore though. Bah, that's the part he didn't want to do. If he could just sneak out... But even though he was a Malfoy, he knew he'd be caught. All these people in this house and most of them keeping one or two eyes on him.
"Ok." Draco said, walking back to his room without even thanking Remus for the information. Why did he have to thank him? It wasn't like he bloody well saved his life or anything. He got to his room and lit a fire in the fireplace. He took some Floo Power from a cup on the wall and tossed it in shouting, "Dumbledore!" As quick as he had thrown the powder in, Dumbledore's head appeared in the fireplace.
"You rang, Mr. Malfoy?" he said. 'Mr. Malfoy is my father..' Draco thought, but didn't say it aloud and just got to the point, as he had done with Lupin.
"Can I go to that forest? The one beside this house." Draco said. Dumbledore smiled.
"If you wish, but I don't believe you'll accomplish getting in there. Just be careful." Dumbledore said, "Now if that's all you needed me for, I have a date with a cup of tea to get to." And with that, he was gone. Draco hated that man's humor. A date with a cup of tea? Draco shook his head, not even wanting to think on that statement anymore. He looked out the window, the last of the sun's rays shown up over the forest. He decided he'd go tomorrow. As of right now, he was losing too much daylight to go. He sat in his room, watching the rays touch the top of the forest and then disappear. He heard someone open the door to his room, checking on him but he didn't look at them and rather just stared at the forest, wondering what might be in there.
He played around with thoughts inside his head. Those places muggles called "Theme parks." Yeah, one of them was in there. He smirked. His eyes glazed over, as he thought about the forest and it's contents. A couple hours later, he finally moved. It had been as if he were a statue. He stood up, stretching his arms and laying down in the bed. He couldn't fall asleep so he just lay there, looking at the ceiling and thinking about the war, the forest, his father..
He yawned and rolled to his side, closing his eyes. He should just try to sleep, he needed his energy for tomorrow. He drew the blanket over him and fell slowly to slumber.