Demon's Calling

Chapter3: Astute Degradation

An: ok why are my reviews so little huh! Why!? cries It's okay I got over it after I shot myself heheh. Anyway personally I hate my summary for this story so if anyone can give me something better just like put it in the review box or something. My email is on my profile. Anyway, black dragon lady is still waiting for her chapter 19 which I must here must! Beta. Before I see her on Saturday or else I'm a dead woman heheh. Now I'm gonna shut up now.

Warnings: Draco and all his ostentatious glory. Harry well not much there but he's there anyway. Severus oh poor poor Severus. How cruel I am. Buwahahhahahaha.

Disclaimer: Must I repeat myself? Must I!?

I feel weak, it has been two weeks since that night of which I earned myself a nice hardy punishment for my insolence and in those two weeks my body I still healing, still bruised, still – weak.

Now, I sit at this massive table at the pedestal of this great embroidered hall and I am weary of my place for, though my senses have been dulled I can still discern the scornful looks and malicious smirks that grace my fellow professors. To the headmaster's right I see Klaith, a cruel man in my opinion. He bears a crop of light brown hair and light hazel eyes that should any other man possess them I would think them beautiful but, these eyes are cruel and contemptuous. He is the ring leader, besides the headmaster, of people that live to make me suffer in any way possible.

It saddens me, that, long ago I called these people friends and comrades, I basked in their normalcy until my foolhardy desires exposed me for what I am and labeled me a traitor. Oh, how quickly they turned on me, beat me, demeaned me, made me endure every last sin I had committed ten fold and what could I do – nothing. A shiver passes through me as I recall how they used my confidence against me, tied me down, bled me to the point where my strength was little more than that of an infant child, and did what they would with me.

All I can do is hug myself, a vain attempt at comfort from these horrific memories. I notice him, Klaith, staring at me, a wide grin on his face and a hateful look in his eyes. He winks at me and lifts his goblet to me, a silent gesture that he intends to have his fun later. Suddenly, we both tear our gazes from each other as a loud bang resonates through the hall. All the students stop their movements, curious as to who has arrived on this first day of school, after the traditional sorting of houses has already passed.

My gaze traveled slowly to the entry way, my mind really not caring who it was that had arrived but still, I am possessed by some inert curiosity. When my eyes landed on the two tall figures, I swore that if I were not already incapable of mortal death my heart would have imploding from the rapid beating it would have done. There before me stood two imposing men. One as tall as I but, boasting an imposing aura that commanded respect and adulation, his silver eyes were cold and barren having an aristocratic look of superiority and grace. His hair, blond and sleek like threaded gold, his skin pale and fair and I assumed it was soft like the feathers on a dove. However, his companion was what really had caught my attention. If it were not for the lack of wings I would have sworn I was staring into the emerald eyes of the winged man I had met not so long ago. Only, his eyes did not hold the fiery depth of crimson but were an intense emerald unlike any I have ever seen, by his stance I could tell he was more fool hardy than his companion and probably enjoyed causing trouble.

They strode gracefully and calmly down the hall stopping only mere feet from the head table, facing the headmaster. I could see their profiles from the side now since I always sat at the far end of the table furthest from everyone especially the headmaster and Klaith.

Both smiled at the headmaster and bowed their heads in respect, I could tell he was impressed by their courtesy as his eyes twinkled madly and a sloppy grin graced his features. Then just as suddenly he stood, he did not need to call the hall to calm for; every eye had stayed on the two new arrivals.

Dumbledore stood from his throne like chair and addressed the hall "Children, children! I am pleased to announce two new additions to the Hogwarts family. These two gentlemen come from Dranstrul Wizardry School in Romania. Mr. Draconis Malfoy will be your new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor and Mr. Harold Potter will be a new addition to you as an exchange student. Unfortunately because he is already a seventh year and not familiar with the sorting he will not be joining any house, however he will be attending classes with the Slytherins and Griffindors as per his request."

There was a collective silence for a few seconds before loud murmuring erupted all over the great hall. Both Draconis and Harold heard murmurs and whispers along the tables, all about Draconis.

"A Malfoy. I didn't know Lucius Malfoy had a son." whispered one girl at the Slytherin table.

"He can't be his son. He's too old, maybe his brother?" murmured a boy from the Ravenclaw table.

"Probably a death eater and a Slytherin" said a Griffindor, a sneer on his face as he began to snicker with his fellow housemates. However, all the snickering and giggling ceased immediately when they noticed a silver eye staring intently at them. Although Draconis had not moved, he was clearly viewing their interaction from the corner of his cold emotionless eyes. 

Draconis turned his gaze from the now silent Griffindors and settled it stonily on the ebony haired man at the far end of the table. Although he knew far well that Harold had also heard the insipid murmurs, he also knew that although Harold was easily angered he had far more self control than he portrayed thus, allowing the blond to inspect his brother's latest interest.

Harold stood rigid as he heard all the little malevolent comments, mostly from the Griffindors, but did not allow his anger to dwell. He could not remain angry with the ignorance of children that were ill informed yet partly correct in their scornful words. After all, his father had disgraced his kind and his mortal façade by serving under a lowly creature such as Lord Voldermort. The Black haired man smiled innocently at the old man before him as he spoke.

"Harold, you may sit where you like at meals and a professor will show you to your room after dinner." said Dumbledore's, his voice a sickeningly sweet tone of a gentle and wise old man.

"Very well sir. If you will excuse me." Harold bowed his head slightly in acknowledgement and strode over, much to everyone else's surprise, to the Slytherin table and sat next to a dark haired boy of fair complexion and bright eyes.

I could not believe what I had just heard, Draconis Malfoy, Malfoy – I had never known. Surely he could not be Lucius' son, a brother – no but how could he of remained hidden for so long. I could not help but stare then, there it was as cold as ice and a fury from hell itself. His eyes bore into me just like that night. A shill ran down my spine and I could no help the shiver that went through me as he continued to stare into my very soul, his stance never wavering, his eyes never blinking or diverting.

I did not hear the headmaster's words nor did I notice the sinister look on Klaith's face. It was not until the raven haired man had moved away from the front table that I broke off my gaze from Draconis. Again, my mind began to wonder and as Draconis made himself comfortable next to Klaith, to my great displeasure, my thoughts fell upon the raven night that I had met and had now encountered the closest thing to his double.

The rest of dinner came and went in this fashion, my thoughts away from the vexing notions of the real world. I had noticed that Draconis had begun a lengthy conversation about Klaith and I could not dispel the feeling of dread that crept into my soul because of it. I knew Klaith had seen my inadvertent interest in Draconis and surely he would use that weakness against me.

I also observed Harold talking adamantly with the Slytherins. His demeanor was much gentler than that of Draconis, his laughter rang through my ears like a sweet melody and I wondered if his voice was not a gift from the Sirens. Harold Potter, oddly enough it reminded me of James Potter, this Harold reminded me of one of the only true friends I ever had. Of course he had been killed long ago, so why would this man have his name, as far as I knew James Potter had not born a son in his life. As quickly as it began, dinner ended and everyone began to scatter to their respective chambers, quickly I made my way out trying to keep all attention away from myself. If I could reach my chambers I would be safe, at least for tonight. However, in a lone hallway devoid of childish life and curious eyes I felt a hand on my back and stopped dead in my tracks. The hand caressed my spine with a sweetness that almost made me sick and I tried valiantly to suppress the shudder that threatened to engulf me.

"Sevvie, Sevvie, Sevvie, trying to runaway again are we?" came the soft his across my ear as Klaith leaned in closer to me but I remained silent.

"Don't feel much for conversation tonight? Well I can remedy that now can't I?" I more sensed than actually felt the slickness of the dark wooden mahogany of his wand press into my spine painfully before a powerful jolt coursed through my body.

If such pain were possible for a vampire, in my weakened state it would surely kill me if over exposed. And as I slid to my knees, his chilling chuckles mocked me as again he pressed his wand to my vertebrae, this time near the base of my neck, and jolted me once again.

"Poor little Sevvie. Did you not think I would not notice your gawking at the new guy? You disgusting dog! Do you really believe someone of his stature would even speak to you? You seem to forget your place here Sevvie, more so than usual. Shall I teach you again?"

I knew my face encompassed that of a terrified child but, at the moment I could not careless. My only thought was to get away from him before, before.........

"Mmph!" I groaned as I hit the wall, this time face first. I could feel him grab the collar of my robes and literally drag me, for I weight that little, into an old classroom. I wanted so much to fight, to run, anything to have him stop but 'they had made sure to keep me suitably weak.  

He had me hanging limping from the ground, a tight vice on my collar, when the door creaked open and the same man as before, the same piercing silver eyes poked through it. I wanted to cry in the relief that had spread throughout my body as Klaith let go and allowed me to gather whatever shred of dignity I might still retain.

"Professor Klaith is it?" asked the blond savior calmly,his tone never betraying his emotions and his eyes unreadable.

"How can I help you Mr. Malfoy?" asked Klaith with an appalling sweetness that almost made me retch.  

"Yes. Headmaster Dumbledore suggested that I find you so that you may direct me to my quarters."

"Ah yes, I almost forgot. You wanted one on a high tower with a large window correct?"

"Yes."

"Sure, sure, just follow me and I'll show you where it is. Good night Severus." Klaith said with a pompous air about him that only made me cringe. However, it was neither his gesture nor the thought that the deities had favored me this night by sending me a savior in disguise but the pure undiluted disgust that I saw in those silver moon eyes that shocked me beyond life itself.

I had never felt more like petty garbage than at that moment and I could not help but pull my knees to my chest and weep. Weep for all the despair that could no longer linger in my heart and longed for release. Weep for the pathetic existence of my life and the fact that I would never be free of it.

An: well there you go. Chapter 3 in a nut shell. I know I know not as much angst as I would of liked but I just hate doing the sorting and coming to Hogwarts thing it's like you know that little part in the story that you don't really want to do but you have to in order to have it flow so yeah. Oh and yes I made up klaith and I hate him with a passion. Funny how that works huh. Lmao.

An2: oh yeah for anyone who does not know mythology very well. It is said that the sirens' voices enchanted many men on sea and their longing to find the song would have them crash amongst the jagged rocks of an island or something or other. I really should brush up on my mythology but you get my point. So there sticks out tongue

Ok. Listen I'm only going to say this once k so QUIET! Now ………REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!! Or you make me cry and I write no more. Nah I wouldn't do that that would just be cruel. Plus I'm liking the way this story is progressing way too much to stop buwahhahah.