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Many thanks to Niamh, my beta reader. Her own stories, To the Honour of the
Mother and, I Will Follow Thee are well worth reading.
Draco IV
Two nights later.
I can hear the voices of the dead in my dreams. They keep telling me their secrets, my secrets.
I don't know whose secrets they are anymore.
I want.I need to be able to sleep. I just want some rest and I don't know how to get it. I think I need to ask Snape for some Dreamless Sleep Potion. I think a lot of things in the quiet hours.
I think I'm losing my mind and it scares me.
Father sent me a message yesterday. He wanted to know if any of the 'bereaved' had done the decent thing and killed themselves; said it'd save him a hell of a lot of grief if they'd just kill themselves.and me by proxy. I have to try and finish the job. Riddle wants them all gone inside the next two weeks.
But they didn't tell me how I'm supposed to achieve that now that they are all in their own wing of the school. Under lock and key, guarded and watched at all times of the day and night. The Bloody Baron should be easy to neutralise, but that stupid Gryffindor ghost isn't really as stupid as I need him to be. The bloody Friar would have been a better choice. He'd be a pushover to bribe, but he's not in control of himself, let alone anyone else, so he's no use to me whatsoever.
I wonder if Snape will help me?
Near Dawn.
The voices are getting clearer.and they're frightening me. I don't like this feeling; in fact I hate this feeling. It's like I've got the weight of their deaths crushing me, making me feel small and inconsequential and they're laughing at me too!
Pansy has taken to sleeping in her own bed again. She said I was raving and thrashing too much last night and that whatever was up my arse was likely to ruin her complexion if I managed to smack her in the face. Might have been an improvement, but I was never likely to be that lucky.
Pansy was easy enough to scare though - said I might use her to practise my fucking on.for Granger. Told her I wouldn't use the knife on her though, unless she really pissed me off. That shut her up. It shut her up so well, she won't talk to me now.
I'm expecting a Howler from her papa this morning and probably mine as well.
I have to try and get some sleep. If I skip breakfast, I might be okay by the time Potions starts at 10am. Snape will be all right with that.
If I'm lucky, he might just let me sleep through the class, not that he has before, but maybe given our joint links to the 'brethren' he might see his way clear to giving me some leeway.and I've got as much chance of that happening as I have of a unicorn letting me get within ten metres of it too.
This is ridiculous - I have to get some sleep!
Just after lunch.
The bloody fucking bastard told me my potion was too thin; that it was vapid and uninteresting. I'll bloody kill him. Fuck Granger and the others - he's first.
My potion was the same colour as the Mudblood's, but he didn't pull her up. Well, he did, but I copped the worst of it and then when I tried to point out why Granger's was wrong, he just cut me off. He cut me off!
He made me look like an idiot, like I was a little first year that didn't know the difference between valerian and hyssop, so when I tried to tell him, he made the comment to the whole class that the know-it-all had competition.
They all laughed at me. No one laughs at me and gets away with it.
Snape just waved his wand and cleaned my cauldron instantly, turned his back on me and walked to the podium. He didn't even say anything, just walked. When he got back up on his crow-like perch he told me I had to start again and if I got it wrong this time, he'd make me keep doing it until I got it to a level he felt I was capable of attaining.
Wait until I tell my father about the mongrel and his tactics. Father will defend me - he isn't a school governor for nothing.
Snape wants to see me at the end of classes today. He said we had much to discuss. He's not bloody wrong about that. I need to stop writing now and go and owl father so that I have him for backup.
He can persuade Snape to talk about why I'm the new target. There are eight Gryffindors in the class. Why didn't he pick on any of them?
About 9 o'clock that evening.
McGonagall must owe Snape big time judging by the looks the pair of them were giving each other in the Potions Classroom this evening. Granger was there too, mucking around with some potion. I had to be careful I didn't smirk too much near Snape. Seems the Mudblood must have gotten detention for some reason. I'll have to find out why.
Anyway, back to McGonagall. The old witch always looks at me strangely - like she's seen a ghost or something. Stupid old bag; she must be losing her mind. She looked really pale, like she was going to pass out or something when Father walked into the room. Even Granger looked at the pair of them oddly. McGonagall gave a large bottle of something to Snape, then nodded towards Father and crossed her arms in front of herself.
Neither of them said anything, but McGonagall's back was straight and she looked strained. Father had his 'predatory' look on, the one he always has when he's about to kill someone.
I have no idea what's going on, but Snape dismissed Granger and told her she could come back in an hour and finish her punishment. Then McGonagall put her arm around the Mudblood, turned and nodded to Snape and left the classroom without a backwards glance.
There's something going on with those two - McGonagall and Father that is; and I'm going to find out what it is. Surely Lucius would have better taste than to fuck a stuck up old Gryffindor bitch and let her live.
I want to know what their grotty, grubby little secret is.
Draco IV
Two nights later.
I can hear the voices of the dead in my dreams. They keep telling me their secrets, my secrets.
I don't know whose secrets they are anymore.
I want.I need to be able to sleep. I just want some rest and I don't know how to get it. I think I need to ask Snape for some Dreamless Sleep Potion. I think a lot of things in the quiet hours.
I think I'm losing my mind and it scares me.
Father sent me a message yesterday. He wanted to know if any of the 'bereaved' had done the decent thing and killed themselves; said it'd save him a hell of a lot of grief if they'd just kill themselves.and me by proxy. I have to try and finish the job. Riddle wants them all gone inside the next two weeks.
But they didn't tell me how I'm supposed to achieve that now that they are all in their own wing of the school. Under lock and key, guarded and watched at all times of the day and night. The Bloody Baron should be easy to neutralise, but that stupid Gryffindor ghost isn't really as stupid as I need him to be. The bloody Friar would have been a better choice. He'd be a pushover to bribe, but he's not in control of himself, let alone anyone else, so he's no use to me whatsoever.
I wonder if Snape will help me?
Near Dawn.
The voices are getting clearer.and they're frightening me. I don't like this feeling; in fact I hate this feeling. It's like I've got the weight of their deaths crushing me, making me feel small and inconsequential and they're laughing at me too!
Pansy has taken to sleeping in her own bed again. She said I was raving and thrashing too much last night and that whatever was up my arse was likely to ruin her complexion if I managed to smack her in the face. Might have been an improvement, but I was never likely to be that lucky.
Pansy was easy enough to scare though - said I might use her to practise my fucking on.for Granger. Told her I wouldn't use the knife on her though, unless she really pissed me off. That shut her up. It shut her up so well, she won't talk to me now.
I'm expecting a Howler from her papa this morning and probably mine as well.
I have to try and get some sleep. If I skip breakfast, I might be okay by the time Potions starts at 10am. Snape will be all right with that.
If I'm lucky, he might just let me sleep through the class, not that he has before, but maybe given our joint links to the 'brethren' he might see his way clear to giving me some leeway.and I've got as much chance of that happening as I have of a unicorn letting me get within ten metres of it too.
This is ridiculous - I have to get some sleep!
Just after lunch.
The bloody fucking bastard told me my potion was too thin; that it was vapid and uninteresting. I'll bloody kill him. Fuck Granger and the others - he's first.
My potion was the same colour as the Mudblood's, but he didn't pull her up. Well, he did, but I copped the worst of it and then when I tried to point out why Granger's was wrong, he just cut me off. He cut me off!
He made me look like an idiot, like I was a little first year that didn't know the difference between valerian and hyssop, so when I tried to tell him, he made the comment to the whole class that the know-it-all had competition.
They all laughed at me. No one laughs at me and gets away with it.
Snape just waved his wand and cleaned my cauldron instantly, turned his back on me and walked to the podium. He didn't even say anything, just walked. When he got back up on his crow-like perch he told me I had to start again and if I got it wrong this time, he'd make me keep doing it until I got it to a level he felt I was capable of attaining.
Wait until I tell my father about the mongrel and his tactics. Father will defend me - he isn't a school governor for nothing.
Snape wants to see me at the end of classes today. He said we had much to discuss. He's not bloody wrong about that. I need to stop writing now and go and owl father so that I have him for backup.
He can persuade Snape to talk about why I'm the new target. There are eight Gryffindors in the class. Why didn't he pick on any of them?
About 9 o'clock that evening.
McGonagall must owe Snape big time judging by the looks the pair of them were giving each other in the Potions Classroom this evening. Granger was there too, mucking around with some potion. I had to be careful I didn't smirk too much near Snape. Seems the Mudblood must have gotten detention for some reason. I'll have to find out why.
Anyway, back to McGonagall. The old witch always looks at me strangely - like she's seen a ghost or something. Stupid old bag; she must be losing her mind. She looked really pale, like she was going to pass out or something when Father walked into the room. Even Granger looked at the pair of them oddly. McGonagall gave a large bottle of something to Snape, then nodded towards Father and crossed her arms in front of herself.
Neither of them said anything, but McGonagall's back was straight and she looked strained. Father had his 'predatory' look on, the one he always has when he's about to kill someone.
I have no idea what's going on, but Snape dismissed Granger and told her she could come back in an hour and finish her punishment. Then McGonagall put her arm around the Mudblood, turned and nodded to Snape and left the classroom without a backwards glance.
There's something going on with those two - McGonagall and Father that is; and I'm going to find out what it is. Surely Lucius would have better taste than to fuck a stuck up old Gryffindor bitch and let her live.
I want to know what their grotty, grubby little secret is.