Author: Daisy

Rating: PG although some parts might be rated higher.

Summary: This is Draco's story. It has no clear beginning and it has not clear end. Each chapter is another part of his history. Each part details his journey through the darkness that each person holds inside.

Disclaimer: I hold no authority over any of J.K Rowling's books. I most definitely do not own any of the Harry Potter books.

Author's notes: This will (eventually) be slash. If you don't like that sort of thing perhaps it would best not to get attached to this story!

Into the Darkness

By: Daisy

People see their lives as something that belongs to them. They think that it's their right to decide when important dates should be and when certain events are going to take place. What they don't realize is that, in reality, they have absolutely no power over their lives. They can not stop the inevitable. They can not avoid feeling emotions or getting attached to others and they sure as hell can not avoid death. It's something that happens, yet each and every time death comes to the door, each and every human looks so surprised that death would actually visit. It's not like they actually have a say in when and where events take place. How can humans think that their lives are theirs? Life has been predetermined for these pawns. What would they do differently if they did control everything? Power corrupts.

I would never have thought any of that before my incident in the Forbidden Forest. As I said before, that night changed me and with those changes came new ideas. I guess I am getting ahead of myself though.

I don't really remember exactly what happened that night. It became a blur once I reached the forest. So I shall give you the version of my story that was told to me by Dumbledore. I am sure the story is incomplete as Dumbledore only tells what one needs to know, but it is the only thing I have and there are no holes that I can spot. I figure it must be pretty close to the truth anyway.

It seems that after I left Harry, he recovered from the injury that I had given him. Instead of running to the teachers like a good boy, Harry decided to get his own revenge. Dumbledore did not seem too pleased with Harry when he told this part but that is beside the point. Harry had watched me exit the school and he had seen me enter the Forbidden Forest. For some odd reason he figured he should go after me. This part was weird because the forest would have been better revenge then anything else. He knew how much I hated that place so I do not understand why he came after me. Perhaps it was his hero complexion that forced him to come after his rival or perhaps it was because he wanted to be the one who brought me down. I can only speculate reasons.

I guess it's a good thing he did. It seemed I was popular among the creatures in that deadly place. My blood was like gold among those who lived in blackness. When I entered that place, many different beings attacked me. I must have tripped somehow while trying to fight them all off. I was knocked unconscious. After I fell into the sweet abyss, Harry arrived. He was just in time to watch as the very nightmares from children's dreams came out to play with what was left of me. Potter had the best seats in the house to watch as I was slowly drained of my blood.

Somehow Harry regained his sense in time to realize that I would die if they continued to suck my blood. Wonder boy being himself somehow saved me. No one is sure how he did it because he never told anyone. He had some how managed to save my life and keep his own in the process. Nothing is ever without a cost though and as I watched Dumbledore explain all this to me, I knew he was keeping something from me. How I knew was a mystery to me but I had to find out just what he was keeping.

I had always been brought up that the elders were to be respected and so I asked as politely as I dared. His only answer was 'Look in the mirror' and with that he left me to ponder what that could mean.

It was later that I actually got up the courage to look. Since I had been knocked out cold, I was laying in the Hospital room when Dumbledore had come in. The only mirror was on the other side of the room. I had just lost more then half my blood to those beasts of the night and I was still very weak. I could hardly move as it was, but I wanted to know what cost I had paid to stay alive. 'Yes that's it. Be brave and take the strength you have left in you' I said to myself. I took that mirror and I looked in it.

I let out a shrill high-pitched girly scream. My head of house came running into my room. "So I see you have found out just what happened" He murmured in a drawl. I turned to look at him in surprise.

"What?" I screamed because I can't see my hair. My hair must look a mess. Oh God, What am I going to do about my hair? If can't see it, how am I going to live? People look up to me to see how I do my hair. Who will they look up to now? I mean no one has hair like mine? Professor, do you have a comb and some hairspray and maybe some conditioner?" I looked at Snape expecting him to give me what I wanted. He always had before, now should be no different! He looked relatively surprised and I wonder just what I was supposed to have found in the mirror and then it hit me. I had no reflection. My head started to spin as I realized what I was missing. I could not see myself. That thought went around and around. What could have possibly happened to me?

"Who did it?" I asked as I thought about what kind of potion would make me invisible. I sure hoped it was curable. Not being able to look in the mirror was hell for me. It would have to have been Potter. He was the only one who would do something that cruel.

"Well your sire would be the likely candidate," he replied. Apparently we were not thinking along the same lines.

"What?" I was now officially confused. The only thing that had a sire was a vampire, a horse, and maybe a werewolf. What was Snape talking about? ' Hmm… maybe Harry had put a spell on me when he 'rescued' me from the forest? Wait the forest, vampires, and werewolves. Oh God! I quickly checked my teeth. No fangs or anything! Good! Phew I though for sure I was dead. Ha dead!'

Snape just smirked at my 'display'. Suddenly I felt very hungry. I had never felt this way before. It was like the hunger was eating at me, controlling me. I looked around the room for something to munch on. Nothing really stood out as munchable. Then I saw the perfect snack. It was just sitting there like it was waiting for me to bite into it and suck the blood out of it.

Wait blood? What the hell was I thinking? I tried to sit back down, I really did but that hunger kept gnawing on me and I finally let myself go. I was rewarded with such sensations as I have never felt. I would stay here and eat to my hearts content.

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