AN: AH! What's with the double lines not showing up! I know that must of made some of the story really annoying to read, so now I have these dumb thingy's to indicate it instead.. Oh yeah, sorry for the late update.. though I don't know who I'm apologizing to b/c few ppl were reading it before and now with this late update I probably lost the few reader's I had.

A Rough Routine

Every night it was executed like a well planned dance and its presence and intentions were made clear to him during the day.

It was a routine of pain, desecration, and ridicule that he could expect every day oh his life at Hogwarts.

The founders idea behind each houses common room was that the room was to be a haven of safety. A place to receive total acceptance while being in the midst of people you shared something in common with.

For him it was a place to receive sneering and jeering, words that meant to mince ones being, and physical pain.

The hallways had became places where he never knew what sting or bite awaited him around the corner.

He came to realization that the person who said 'hate is better than indifference' had lied.

Blaise wished nothing more than to be left to his previous life of solitude and escape the nights and days that had became his life.

Unfortunately for him tonight was one of those nights.

Lying in his bed with its heavy serpent green curtains drawn, Blaise thought that he had perhaps found a place of peace. Even if he was in the lair of the snakes that bit him day to day and night to night, even snakes had to take time and rest.

His eyelids began to feel as if they had weights tied to them and despite the torment and fear that he had been basking in for the past week, he began to fall into a slumber.

But before he could fall into his slumber completely he felt an oh so familiar tightening of his collar. Bewildered, he looked down at his neck to see a fat hand gripping it haphazardly and although the arm was seemingly connected to nothing, he didn't have to guess twice whose arm it was.

Gregory Goyle yanked Blaise out of his bed and stuffed him under Draco Malfoy's invisibility cloak where the tormenting trio were waiting with perverse glee.

Blaise realized that he was a fool to think that he would be safe anywhere ever again. Hadn't Voldemort warned, no promised, this?

Either Goyle or perhaps it was Crabbe, Blaise couldn't tell as they both had the anatomy of a gorilla, clasped a hand over his mouth, silencing any cries he may have bellowed. It wouldn't have made a difference if Blaise had bellowed though. His other housemates wouldn't have had any qualms to what was about to happened to it and wouldn't have tried to put any stop to it. Rather, they would have joined in on the 'fun'.

Blaise was dragged like a rag doll into a dark corridor somewhere in the school. He couldn't tell exactly where it was in relation to the Slytherin Common room, the tormenting trio made sure of this.

Without warning, one of the two gorilla's of he trio threw him into a hard brick wall and he felt his body crumple beneath him.

The ferret stepped out of his invisibility cloak and made his first appearance for the night.

'Hello Zabini. Your looking like hell tonight.'

Draco Malfoy made sure to step up as close as possible to Blaise so he could literally look down on him as much as possible.

His two goons chuckled in the back round as if he had said the most clever thing ever.

Blaise looked up from his crumpled position and dared to look into the eyes of his tormentor. The eyes that he loathed with a passion. Cold, icy, and cruel. They reminded him of his parents.

The point of Draco Malfoy's sharp boot contacted with Blaises ribcage sending more sharp shooting pains throughout his body.

'When I, your superior, says hello to you Zabini you, my inferior, are to say hello back," snarled Draco. "Now let's try that again. Hello Zabini you peice of scum who isn't fit to lick the shit of my shoe.'

'Hello Malfoy who has to wait until his two goons bloody me up good before he takes a shot because he's such a damn whi-'

'WHACK!'

Draco plummeted his hand his hand into Blaise cheek and sent his head flying backwards into the wall behind him.

Draco smiled and alligator-toothed smile, looking ready to chew Blaise up and spit him out as he hissed menacingly, 'Now Zabini, you don't want to make me gouge out-'

Draco suddenly stopped. A pitter patter of footsteps could be heard from far away. He spun around to Blaise and whispered darkly, 'Remember Zabini this will all stop once you take your proper place amongst the Death Eater's. Until then, don't even think about opening your mouth unless you want more to deal with then just me.'

'And the rest of the rest of the Slytherin house' added Blaise mentally.

Blaise listened to the echoing footsteps. No wonder Draco and his goons had fled as the did. The footsteps were approaching closer, and rapidly.

He couldn't explain to whatever teacher it was why he was here and who had done this physical damage to him. He did not want to have to have more torturers to answer to.

He looked around him and noticed a small nook that he didn't remember being there before in the otherwise solid brick wall.

With the last of his strength he shoved himself into the nook and curiously peaked around the corner to see who it was.

A darkly-clad figure stepped into the hallway. He or she was wearing a completely black attire with sleeves past his or her arms and a drawn hood casting a shadow over his of her entire face. The hem of the figures robes went past there feet so that it hid their feet entirely and made them look as if they were floating.

Only one group of people dressed this way, but could it be? Was it possible that they or one of them was in Hogwarts.

Blaise strained his eyes, hoping with desperation that his eyes were only playing some sick morbid trick on him.

The figure stepped closer into the hallway and Blaise realized that it was. One of the devil's had found their way into Hogwarts.

Years ago it had been Sirius Black and this year it was some other Death Eater or maybe it was just Sirius Black again. Apparently, no walls could withhold Death Eater's.

Of course he had already known that. Draco Malfoy was a Death Eater and he went to school here, but Draco Malfoy was a rookie. Only a pro could be here in the depths of the night clad in devil's attire.

Was it a coincidence that the Death Eater was in the same hall that Blaise was in? Or did Voldemort mean more than Blaise knew when he had told Blaise that he had eyes looking out for him everywhere?

Whichever it was, Blaise did not want to stick around to find out.

He looked around him urgently. Wanting a door to be somewhere badly. Than he saw a Door in the corner of the nook that he hadn't noticed before. That was curious. His power's of observation were usually superb, yet he had failed to notice first the nook itself and then the door.

He reached for the doorknob and found that it was unlocked. He crawled inside the room and closed the door.

Blaise had know been waiting a long time in the luckily found room in the hallway. He had been paralyzed with fear a long time now. Not daring to move and not even letting himself breathe very much.

The fear had finally began to somewhat dissolve, or at least to the point so that he could start functioning again, and he began to notice his surroundings.

Oddly enough, the room was filled with things of medical magic. Potions, magical slaves, magical pills, magical bandages, and even a little bed. It was as efficiently stocked as the Madam Pomfrey's wards and everything was labeled neatly with a title and a description of what it was for. It was as if the room was created expressly for Blaise.

Too tired and beat to wonder about it much, Blaise proceeded to heal himself.

When his physical appearance was restored to almost it's usual self he slid himself in the small, but comfy bed and fell asleep with the thoughts that perhaps it would be better to give into life as a Death Eater. It was better than this day to day night to night agony and pain that was no life, but a permanent walk in hell. He couldn't make himself completely willing to this idea. There was still a voice in the back of his head telling him to hold out and that Voldemort may one day be vanquished. That and the final memories of his Aunt Belle.

TBC...

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