A/N: This is a fiction inspired by Dan Brown. I'll make it as well-plotted
as possible. So enjoy!
Rate: General
Disclaimer: I do not own any character or setting created by J K Rowling. Others are pure mine.
Background knowledge:
This was Draco Malfoy's sixth year at Hogwarts. He was the Prefect of Slytherin, and, therefore, owned a dormitory of his own, like other Prefects.
If anything else about this story confuses you, it'll probably be answered or explained in later updates. But feel free to review and tell me your opinion anyway. Thanks!
Prologue
"Shut your STUPID MOUTH UP, SNAKE! Don't you EVER say anything about Harry's godfather!" Hermione Granger screamed towards the blond now standing smugly in front of her. Harry Potter was right behind, his face lit with a mixture of anger and a strange light of fear. He's been trying to forget Sirius Black's death in vain for centuries.
"You're happy, aren't you Granger, to see that dog dead now that he can't prevent a Mudblood from touching his dearest Golden Boy. Take your chance, then." Draco Malfoy shot these out in a roll, a bit bored now that Granger had been using the same remark to offend him for a solid five years in vain and still showed no sign of giving it up. "And can you kindly think of other ways of calling me names apart from the 'snake'? I'm always taking this as a compliment if you really want to know."
Hermione bit her lips furiously. Ron had already dragged Harry away from the scene and now she was free to say it. "Sirius's dead and your father's sent to Azkaban. You know perfectly well that your father deserves what he got. And since you are in the dirty circle of Voldemort, so do you. Helping him break countless families. Now you come to haunt those who suffered from that. You are lucky that you've only got a father safely in Azkaban. You should suffer more than that." Hermione walked away the moment she finished her finest speech in all her life.
"Human sin."
She heard Draco whispering this from behind and turned, surprised at the bitterness in his voice. If she thought Draco Malfoy had been hating her for so many years, it was wrong. For his voice just now was filled with an emotion Hermione had never heard before. This was the Malfoy style of real hatred. But when she turned, the corridor was deserted except for herself.
............
Draco rushed to his bedroom with his face blank as a mask. He passed a badly molded stone goblet beside his bed and sat down to continue his reading as if nothing had happened.
i"The famous witch programmer Adrian Parphine mysteriously... ... ..."/i
Draco suddenly looked up from his oversized 'leisure reading'. He turned to the goblet now with a bright violet flame burning inside. The flame was dancing triumphantly. Draco eagerly stood up. "Ah yes!"
The flame was now jumping to a record high, turning green at the top. Draco quickly grabbed a parchment and, bit by bit, put it into the flame. Soon, the violet flame swallowed everything.
Draco waited patiently as the flame began to die down. Finally, as the night of a peaceful Friday fell upon Earth, the flame went out completely. Draco raised from his armchair and looked in. in front of him was only a normal bottom of a normal goblet, except for a almost burnt piece of parchment.
The parchment was burnt dark brown at the edge, getting lighter as it got closer to the center. But at the very center of the parchment, there was a shining mark of complete darkness.
"The Cup of Durarge." Draco whispered, amazed at the mark now shining with black glow in front of him. It looked just like a normal goblet to the others, though. He carefully landed his wand tip on the mark. Suddenly, everything became a wild blur.
Draco tried to see the parchment, but all he could see was his wand tip illuminated by a shining object with the shape of a goblet. He felt as if he was standing on water and was about to fall into the vast blue below. He saw the words "Enter and Flee" shining in golden lines before him. Draco touched it with his fingertip. Once. Twice. And the third time, he sank into the water.
............
Draco landed softly on vast grassland. He stood up and looked around, utterly confused. He marched a step forward. Suddenly, a screen popped up just before him, making him jump 1,000 feet above see level.
iDear Player,
You have entered the Cup of Durage. This is a survival game. Translation: you will rest in here forever or get out. You have one life and there is no game over, no time limit, and no one to race against except yourself.
At the beginning of each level, take a step forward and the last level is gone. No return. And at the same time, a new screen will appear in front of you to give you a task. Complete the task, and you can go on to the next level. If not, stay there forever.
There will be no other instructions.
Step forward to begin the game. Good luck!
Adrian Parphine /i
"Adrian Parphine." Draco repeated. He step forward and gasped at the scene before him. "Holy mother of Jesus."
END PROLOGUE
A/N: Well? What do you think of it? The game is about to begin!
Rate: General
Disclaimer: I do not own any character or setting created by J K Rowling. Others are pure mine.
Background knowledge:
This was Draco Malfoy's sixth year at Hogwarts. He was the Prefect of Slytherin, and, therefore, owned a dormitory of his own, like other Prefects.
If anything else about this story confuses you, it'll probably be answered or explained in later updates. But feel free to review and tell me your opinion anyway. Thanks!
Prologue
"Shut your STUPID MOUTH UP, SNAKE! Don't you EVER say anything about Harry's godfather!" Hermione Granger screamed towards the blond now standing smugly in front of her. Harry Potter was right behind, his face lit with a mixture of anger and a strange light of fear. He's been trying to forget Sirius Black's death in vain for centuries.
"You're happy, aren't you Granger, to see that dog dead now that he can't prevent a Mudblood from touching his dearest Golden Boy. Take your chance, then." Draco Malfoy shot these out in a roll, a bit bored now that Granger had been using the same remark to offend him for a solid five years in vain and still showed no sign of giving it up. "And can you kindly think of other ways of calling me names apart from the 'snake'? I'm always taking this as a compliment if you really want to know."
Hermione bit her lips furiously. Ron had already dragged Harry away from the scene and now she was free to say it. "Sirius's dead and your father's sent to Azkaban. You know perfectly well that your father deserves what he got. And since you are in the dirty circle of Voldemort, so do you. Helping him break countless families. Now you come to haunt those who suffered from that. You are lucky that you've only got a father safely in Azkaban. You should suffer more than that." Hermione walked away the moment she finished her finest speech in all her life.
"Human sin."
She heard Draco whispering this from behind and turned, surprised at the bitterness in his voice. If she thought Draco Malfoy had been hating her for so many years, it was wrong. For his voice just now was filled with an emotion Hermione had never heard before. This was the Malfoy style of real hatred. But when she turned, the corridor was deserted except for herself.
............
Draco rushed to his bedroom with his face blank as a mask. He passed a badly molded stone goblet beside his bed and sat down to continue his reading as if nothing had happened.
i"The famous witch programmer Adrian Parphine mysteriously... ... ..."/i
Draco suddenly looked up from his oversized 'leisure reading'. He turned to the goblet now with a bright violet flame burning inside. The flame was dancing triumphantly. Draco eagerly stood up. "Ah yes!"
The flame was now jumping to a record high, turning green at the top. Draco quickly grabbed a parchment and, bit by bit, put it into the flame. Soon, the violet flame swallowed everything.
Draco waited patiently as the flame began to die down. Finally, as the night of a peaceful Friday fell upon Earth, the flame went out completely. Draco raised from his armchair and looked in. in front of him was only a normal bottom of a normal goblet, except for a almost burnt piece of parchment.
The parchment was burnt dark brown at the edge, getting lighter as it got closer to the center. But at the very center of the parchment, there was a shining mark of complete darkness.
"The Cup of Durarge." Draco whispered, amazed at the mark now shining with black glow in front of him. It looked just like a normal goblet to the others, though. He carefully landed his wand tip on the mark. Suddenly, everything became a wild blur.
Draco tried to see the parchment, but all he could see was his wand tip illuminated by a shining object with the shape of a goblet. He felt as if he was standing on water and was about to fall into the vast blue below. He saw the words "Enter and Flee" shining in golden lines before him. Draco touched it with his fingertip. Once. Twice. And the third time, he sank into the water.
............
Draco landed softly on vast grassland. He stood up and looked around, utterly confused. He marched a step forward. Suddenly, a screen popped up just before him, making him jump 1,000 feet above see level.
iDear Player,
You have entered the Cup of Durage. This is a survival game. Translation: you will rest in here forever or get out. You have one life and there is no game over, no time limit, and no one to race against except yourself.
At the beginning of each level, take a step forward and the last level is gone. No return. And at the same time, a new screen will appear in front of you to give you a task. Complete the task, and you can go on to the next level. If not, stay there forever.
There will be no other instructions.
Step forward to begin the game. Good luck!
Adrian Parphine /i
"Adrian Parphine." Draco repeated. He step forward and gasped at the scene before him. "Holy mother of Jesus."
END PROLOGUE
A/N: Well? What do you think of it? The game is about to begin!