Smile to the death.
By L.S.T.P
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
A/N: hi, folks! Just writing this down to let you know that the letter on chapter 3 was completed, I just kind of mixed the two of them but now is corrected. With no more to say.... Enjoy!
Thanks to:
Alora: no girl Ron is not going to interfere between Harry and Draco he is just pretty close to Harry jeje, just that
Makalani Astral
Without permission: glad you like my story, (you really make me laugh while reading your review,) don't worry tough Draco is going to wake up, I am not capable to hurt him (not much that is) And for Sirius well he is dead sorry about that, but am trying to follow the book so....
Jaja thanks again for your lovely review and you are right Halloween is great. I love candies too!!!!
Anny Pervert Snape jaja me encanta tu nik y si soy la señora toda poderosa, me alegro que te haya gustado.
GaBo0: mhm no se porque hayas recibido mi historia. No, no es un Snape/Draco es un Harry/Draco pero tienes razon al principio parece que si. Aprovechando esto me encanta tu fic ("propiedad privada") es genial, cuando lo adelantas, di que es pronto me muero por ver que sigue jeje
4. - Smoking
You could see trough the window that this nigh was a silent one, you could see dark shadows dancing languidly on the ground. And if you paid enough attention you could see them laughing in the way only the dead could. Their laugh was soundless but it still make you shiver every time you sensed their corrupted cries.
Draco didn't like this. He didn't fear the dark, he feared the silent. In his early years Draco learnt that silent meant that something was wrong. If something was wrong it meant that his daddy was sad. Draco knew that his father often had bad dreams, really scaring nightmares. When his father was sad no one talked, the domestic elves disappeared, no sound was heard on home. He remembered that he had asked his mother why once, he also remembered the look on his mother eyes.
No hand had ever touched him in anger; no hand had ever touched him in anger before that. He didn't see it coming; it was as fast as a blink of eyes. She had slapped him. And he hadn't even actually see the movement of his mother hand, but he did feel the burning on his cheek. He felt surprise that became indignation, indignation that became anger. And then it happened, the walls seemed to close around theirs throats in that exact moment. Draco remembered himself climbing the stairs that leaded to his father's bedroom. He remembered seeing him sing an unforgettable song.
Forget wasn't an option, a Malfoy never forgets. Draco wishes he could as he rocks back and forth marking the tempo of his bittersweet song. With trembling lips he enchants his song, his father's song.
" Deep down the dark forest lays the light sprawled on the ground. Look at her crying form she is leaking tears and blood"
Flashes of a blond man with smoky eyes came to his mind. His long hair hid his face. Draco tried to get near but something told him that it was dangerous to get near his daddy now. Draco heard his father cry. Draco couldn't move the walls were trapping him again. Draco couldn't breathe.
" Can't you see the bruises on her arms? See how they glare back. No hero would come. She will burn for a night, she will burn for an entire life."
He didn't know why such a scaring song could bring him so much comfort now.
When he was a child he never questioned why his father sang that song or why Uncle Severus came running and got him away of his father. He never questioned before why his father continued to sing when their house was shaking. He never questioned why Severus had slapped his father or why his father hadn't t reacted and continued to sing. He never questioned why they stayed on Uncle Severus' house a season, they just said that his father was sick and that he needed time alone to recover. He wondered why his father never stopped singing or why he was trembling. Draco wondered why the house started to bleed when they left his father alone in the house. He never asked, but he hoped that someday he would know.
"She is being stabbed, she is being burned. Smell the rotting scent of her burned flesh. It's too late to regret, it's too early to finish. Because she will burn for a night, she will burn for an entire night.
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It was dark on Malfoy Manor, Snape considered why.
A part of him was screaming the answer the other didn't want to know. He rushed anyway walking an already walked hall. Severus feared the way the walls were crying. It was leaking, damping the entire place. It was haunting the way the tears of blood stained the floor. Severus walked faster as the Red Sea devoured the bottom of his robes. He opened a door already opened before.
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Harry was screaming Ron didn't know why. Harry was screaming and Ron couldn't stop him. He had been talking with him when the raved haired boy started to scream. Such a terrifying scream, Harry was screaming a never-ending scream. People ran around, someone was crying beside him, another was calling his name.
They were begging him to open his eyes. Harry refused; he could see trough closed eyes a figure that cracked on pain. Harry feel it for him. It was like the person's pain was so big that he couldn't take it and it was sharing it with him.
Harry didn't know why. Harry wondered why he was screaming another's pain. Harry realized that he had never tasted something so sweet, no, not sweet more than sweet... It just felt too real. Even more than his own.
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He had heard that before. And for all Severus' respected once it was more than in off. The resemble was too painful, seeing his best friend like this, looking at his godson like this. Severus wondered if the Malfoys were born cursed or if they cursed their lives themselves.
As he took the youth with him he guessed remorsefully that it was the later one.
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Harry gasped as he opened his eyes. All the stares were on him. Harry didn't cared, more like Harry didn't remembered that he should care. He ran, all his efforts in reaching.. What he didn't know. All was a blur on his eyes, flashes of color, sounds and voices that weren't so important as the pull that was making him run.
Ron ran behind him, wondering why he didn't manage to catch Harry. Harry was running so fast like his life depended on it. Ron wondered a lot of thinks. None were answered
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Snape took out his wand. Normally he would have done something so simple as open a door manually but now he couldn't. Many reason he had. The Main one was the blond that was practically over him, he had an arm around his neck, and Severus had his arm on his waist. The blond was silent, this worried Severus. Severus didn't have the time to open the door when the door opened itself revealing a breathless Potter.
The dark boy was sweating and he was gasping for air, Severus looked at him curiously before he snapped at him.
"Get out of the way Potter" He passed him no thinking it twice.
Harry stood there, not noticing the paper that Draco had just dropped. Ron found him like this, head down, lost.
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Draco woke up hours later in an estrange bed. He got up not noticing his lack of shoes or the way he looked on that moment. However he was sure where to go, he walked and found a bed, a none empty bed. He laid there not noticing opened green eyes.
Harry found this amusing, still he remained silent. He watched as the blond drifted to sleep. Harry didn't scream, he wasn't even shocked to see the blond in his bed. No other that Draco Malfoy himself. Maybe it was because the numb potion Mrs. Weasley gave him. Maybe this was because he had been dreaming this all his life .He didn't sleep that night although he knew that he should rest.
Tomorrow will be a hell of day. Harry tough nonchalantly as he took a fag out of his pocket slowly, not wanting to wake up a sleeping dragon.
And just to specify to what it owes the chapter the name...
It's for the marihuana that I must have been smoking to write it jajajajajaja, am just kidding this chapter even tough is weird it has a reason to be, if you got kind of confused in the middle of it don't worry what happened would be explained in the next chapters.
L.S.T.P