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! Also I would just like to thank everyone who was reviewed so far. You guys are awsome!
Into the Darkness
Chapter 5
All creatures belong to a class. Rich or poor, powerful or weak, popular or less noticed, all creatures feel the need to belong. When one does not fit in, one does not feel complete. Half a human life is searching for that one spot where everything just feels right. The most amazing feeling is when you feel as though you have found 'home'. It is then that you see the world in a light, which, you never figured was possible. It is then that all old problems seem simple. It may be that one does not find their class until they can no longer stand to be alone or, it may be that they do not find acceptance as they find a feeling of contentment. There are many ways in which a person may find their 'home' but all of which take time and as life goes on humans tend to get desperate. Eventually, though 'home' does come and it is then that one feels happy.
Snape smirked as he watched me down the blood within seconds. He showed me where more was kept and I drank to my hearts content. I really did not want to think about what I was doing. It was not natural for a human to want blood. I was not about to think about what else that could mean. There was no way I was anything but human.
So I sat there drinking away a tube of blood. It was almost as good as any liquor I had ever experienced. Once I had enough I sat down at the end of the bed and waited for my professor to tell me what had happened to my body. I looked at him expectantly. My father and he had always seen eye to eye and he was the only person that I looked up to, well, other then my father.
I think he was rather impatient with me. I could see from the slight twitch in his eye that my arrogant way of dealing with everything that had just occurred was annoying past anything I had ever accomplished before. So I continued to sit. The best way to find out what you want is to wait for it.
"Do you have a napkin?" I asked politely "I seemed to have dripped."
His dark eyes widened in surprise. Whatever he thought I was going to say had obviously not been that. His response, in kind, was not what I was expecting "No sorry I seemed to be out of them right now!" This was delivered with a sarcastic undertone, which one could only pick up if one was looking for it. We continued to sit there, waiting for the other person to be the first to break the silence. I could smell the irritation on him. I knew I could out last him. I did not understand how I knew but I knew that he would be the first. Finally I could see that he was done with the silence.
"You may have found that your body has changed quite a bit since the last time you checked. The reason is simple; you are no longer human." He paused over the last part. I tried to understand what he meant.
"No longer human? As in...?" I looked at him questioningly. I tried to absorb the fact that I was no longer human. I failed miserably. It would like if someone was to say that my family was no longer Malfoy. It was just not possible. I decided to humour my poor professor. "Like I am some sort of beast. Wait am I a fairy? I could fly in circles around that annoying brat Potter. Oh tell me I am a fairy!" I smirked at my professor.
"DRACO! This is no laughing matter. Potter watched as one of those vile beasts you learned about in Defence Against the Dark Arts, ripped out your throat. You are lucky that Potter paid attention in class. Some how, he figured out a way to get you away from that creature without you dying on us. Do you understand what I am saying? Potter watch as a vampire ripped out your throat. He somehow got the beast off you. Draco you were going to die so he somehow changed you into a vampire. It is not supposed to be possible but Potter has always had some luck with the impossible. Draco, you owe him. He saved you." As Snape went on his voice slowly dropped in volume.
I stared at him with disbelief. Things slowly began to fit together. I drank blood, I could smell emotions on humans, and I could hear things that normal people would not be able to hear. "No, you're lying. There is no way I can be a ...a ...a vampire. NO! YOU'RE LYING" I yelled at him. He gave me a sad smile and I knew he was not." NO...no what am I going to do? I can't stay here. Potter will tell everyone and ... and... I will never again be safe. Please Professor! Help me!" I begged him. There was nothing more humiliating then begging but I was not thinking all that clearly. I could not get over the fact that I was a vampire.
"You needn't worry about that. Your mother is coming. She should be here in a couple of hours. She has been informed of your condition. In fact that is why I am here; I came to tell you that you must start getting ready. Professor Dumbledore is letting you go home to 'recover'" He put a slight empathizes on the word recover. There was nothing to recover from. I was being sent home to learn to control my newfound abilities. "Potter has been sworn to secrecy. I do not think he would be very eager to describe how your throat was ripped out by something that is not accepted in the wizarding world. I do believe you are safe from Potter."
I stared at the Professor. It was almost as though he had grown a second head. When had he changed his attitude towards Potter? I wonder if it was because Harry had risked his life to save my life or maybe it was because Snape was keeping something from me. Oh well! It was not important. What was important that I got ready to see my mother.
Snape got up to leave; he did not look at me as he left. I wondered if it was because he knew he was leaving me my mother, who was likely to devour me the instant she saw me with hugs and kisses. I wonder now if he left without looking back because if he did he would try to save me himself.
I tried to think of what I would to tell my mother when she arrived. I wondered how much she already knew. I wondered what her reaction would be. I shook my head. I really did not want to think about anything that had to do with my new predicament. I just wanted to curl up on my bed and die. Funny, I was already dead and I could not find any comfort in it. I tried not to think about how I was going to live from then on. There was never a moment in my life as then that I felt so helpless. Then I felt a presence just behind the door and it calmed me. I wondered what it was that calmed and was about to get up and check it out when the presence that I felt slowly drifted away.
My fears slowly resurfaced. I could not stay here where everyone would soon know what I was. I had to flee before my mother could see me. She would just make me weak and I could no afford be weak. I had to be strong so that I would survive. I was going to live. The thought hit me. I had to live. I had to show them all that I now held the power to live without fear and Icould do what I wanted. No one could control me now. I would show my father. I would show Potter. I would show the world what happens when a Malfoy gains the power to take over the world.
I grabbed everything I would need my wand, a cape and some floo powder. I ran to the door and hoped beyond hope that Snape had left the door unlocked. I reached the door knob just as I felt my mother's and Dumbledore's presence. It did not register that I could feel their presence. I was too absorbed in what I was doing. I would have to hurry if I was to escape. I ran for the door. I ignored that as I tried to pull the door doorknob open but it would not move. I stared at daring it to blast open.
'Think very hard about what you want to happen'. My concentration increased and I focused solely on blasting the door open. I watched in sheer fascination as the door obeyed my command. I felt the power flow through me as I have never before. I stood amazed. 'Now is not the time for that. You must run Draco. There is not much time.' I listened to the voice and quickly ran out of the room. I turned in the opposite direction from where I could feel Dumbledore and my mother's aura. I tried to formulate a plan but all I could come up with was to get out of Hogwarts as fast as I could. With that in mind my legs seemed to go twice as fast.
Behind me I could hear Dumbledore running after me with my mother on his heels. It never occurred to me to question how I could. I guess I just automatically assumed it was my new powers that gave me the power to do what ever I could not have done before. I took off hoping beyond hope that I could reach the out side doors before the two of them thought about using magic to stop me.
I turned left then right and then left again. I did not know where I was. I was letting my instincts guide me. I was no longer thinking in coherent thoughts. In fact the only thought that drifted through my head was I must get out of here. 'When you reach the next turn, go straight. It may look like a wall but it is the fastest way out of here.' I thought to myself, not bothering to question how I knew. So when I saw the wall I did not bother to slow down, knowing that if I did, I would not have the courage to go through.
Much like the wall at platform 9 and 3/4 I went through the wall instead of into it. I was very surprised when I got outside. 'Good-Luck' was the only thing I could say. I had gotten outside now but what was I to do now?
I pondered this question for a couple of minutes, and then decided that I should find someone who would help me. I admit that my next decision was the worse mistake I could have ever made. I decided that my father was my only option. I believed him to be strong and all knowing. I was naive enough to believe he would see me as his son and would help me. I guess that is what most people expect out of their fathers. I should have known that my father was not like the nice, kind, loving fathers that you see in movies. I had seen enough evidence form his behaviour toward both my mother and myself. All the same, I used my new found running abilities to bring me to the gates of Azkaban in record time.
I tried to think of a way to get through the gates without being conspicuous. My first though was to go through the wall mush like I had at Hogwarts. So thinking there was nothing I could not do, I ploughed right into the walls. I am sure that if Dementors could feel anything they would feel amused at my inability to walk through walls. I cannot say I was amused. It hurt and I still have a scar on my right shoulder from where a nail was sticking out.
I decided to rethink my plan of action. I sat down on a rock near me and rethought everything over. I think it then that everything really clicked. I was vampire. I sucked people's blood. I believed I was now completely evil. I did not feel any different though. I had always thought that a villain or a hero, a monster or an angel, always felt different from a human but now that I was no longer human, it did not seem to make a difference. I was still me and I still felt the same way I always had. I took a pledge then, that I would never show other people that I had still retained some humanity. I would never let anyone scare me or love me or order me to do anything. I would pretend that I was fearless and emotionless.
Sitting outside Azkaban, I built up a mask for myself. I made sure to hide everything that was once Draco Malfoy. I was now my own fake person. This person was the one I would use to get into Azkaban and past all of the Dementors. If I had no fear, there was no way fear could scare me. So I stood up and entered through the front doors of Azkaban. I walked straight up to the first Dementor I saw and demanded to see my father. I was not really sure the Dementor had heard me but I walked right on by it. It was my first sign that my mask was working but I was not thinking about that. My only thought was that I had to get my father out of here. He was the only one who could help me with what I wanted to do.
I began searching the cells. I could not find him though. I tried this way and that. Then I got the bright idea to ask the prisoners if they knew. So I stopped at the next cell I came to. The person inside was a pathetic looking muck. I could not even tell if it was a female or a male. I decide that to get what I wanted I would have to use one of my father's tricks.
"Excuse me?" I said in my most adult voice. "Excuse me but if you could tell me where my father is I would be most thankful.
The thing inside looked at me and started to laugh. "Yeah, boy well I would like to know where my father is too but seeing as he's dead in that cell over there..." He, at least I believed it to be a he from the sound of his voice, pointed across the hall to where I could see a corpse rotting. Suddenly my heightened sense caught the smell of the corpse and I almost vomited before I reminded myself of the pledge. I wrinkled my nose and turned back to the only person who might be able to help me. "Ha, I can see your disgust. Why are you here boy? Did you come to taunt those of us who still have our mind intact?" He spat at me. I was slowly losing my patience. His constant 'boy' thing was driving me up the wall. I could not stand being called a boy.
"If you could just tell me where Lucius Malfoy is, I will leave you to your lonely cell and be on my way" I tried to say that calmly and surely but it came out more like a growl then anything.
"So then you're a Malfoy. Figures, you have the arrogance and that proud chin. Well sorry boy but it's time for my nap. Maybe if your here when I wake up I will help you." That was it I lost it. I don't remember exactly what happened next. I know that I just let my new instincts lead me to where I knew I wanted to be. Somehow I made his body come to me. He was stuck against the bars of the cell. I could tell from the look in his eyes he was afraid. This was the first time I had ever seen that kind of fear in someone. He was so afraid that I knew he would do whatever I wanted.
"What is your name?" I asked casually. He stared with fear in his eyes. I knew that if I reached out and stroked his chin he would answer whatever question I wanted. I reached out and glided my hand across his rough almost scaly chin. It sent shivers down his back. At that point I felt power that I had never know to exist inside start to grow. "Answer me." I said in a quite voice.
"La Laur...Lawrence sir" He said in a shaky voice. I released my power over him and he fell to the ground clutching his arms close to him. He looked up at me then. "What are you?" His eyes were full of fear and awe. I felt as though I had died and gone to heaven.
Instead of answering him I asked my own question. "Where is my father?" I stared at him unblinking. I watched as he shivered yet again. "I haven't all day." The fear within his eyes grew.
" Jus...Just do...down th-the hall." He whimpered. I nodded. Then I realized that if I took him with me he would be a perfect follower 'and if he really annoys you, you can always eat him.' That thought disgusted me and I fought the urge to vomit as a mental image conjured in my head.
"If I were to free you, would you lead me to his cell?" I already knew the answer. This man had no choice but to do as I said.
"Of...Of course sir." It almost sounded as though he had the hiccups. It was starting to annoy me but I would let it slid for now until I got what I wanted. I thought about what it was I wanted to do now. I thought about how I wanted this guide out of his cage and I knew instantly how to do it. I threw out my hand and spoke the incantation that would release the man. The doors of his cell flew off and the man jumped as he saw what I had done.
"Come on! I don't have all night" I expressed my displeasure and he jumped to do as I said. He sort of bowed towards me as he passed. I guess he thought I was saving him. Some humans don't use the brains they are given.
I followed him as he led me to my father. I smirked at his back as I though about what I was going to do to him to show him I was no boy. Then I realized just what I was thinking and my smirk was gone instantly. I could not believe that I had even thought of that. I almost walked right into him when he suddenly stopped in terror. I looked up to see what he was so afraid of. There in front of us were two Dementors. I guess I had set off the alarm. I glared at them. They were going to wreck my plans. I wanted them gone. I wanted them to burn and disappear. If they wrecked my plans, I was not sure if there would be anything left for the investigation that was sure to happen. With that they suddenly did blow up. It was like just because I thought it could happen it did.
Lawrence stared at me in complete amazement. I tried not to show that I too was awed by my own powers. "Well lead on." I said in a calm voice. I was surprised to see that my mask held up even through perilous times. And so he led on. Just when I thought the hall way would never end he stopped and pointed toward one of the cells. I stepped up to the cell and peaked inside. I say peaked because I was afraid that he might look mush like the corpse I had seen earlier. But there was my father in all his glory. His hair was still perfectly in place and his eye still held the coldness that I had always remembered being there.
"Hello Father." I said respectably after all it was my father. He looked at me and sneered.
"What are you here for, boy?" That day was a really bad day for being called boy. I felt my patience grow very thin. I smirked at him. I would show him just how much I had learnt in the past few hours.
"Why 'father,'" I put as much spite into his names as I could. "Don't you know that I quit school?" His eyes opened wide. I had never before seen surprise in my father's eyes but that was not going to stop me. I had many more surprises in store. "Actually I think Dumbledore is a little upset with me along with mother. I kind of tricked them. They thought they could keep me locked in a cage but well I am a little smarted then the average kid. I am, after all, a Malfoy. As for why I am here. I came to see you, dear 'old' father. I came to see if you needed any help escaping. See Lawrence here was nice enough to help me so I rewarded his generosity with his freedom." I watched as my words had the desired affect on my father. He was growing angrier by the second. I was letting my instincts guide me and so far it was going wonderfully.
"Why, dear 'boy', do you think I need help. I am; after all, better off in all areas of experience." His voice was soft and dangerous. I loved it.
"Well father, that's not quite true anymore. You see my powers have grown a bit. If you really do want to stay and wait for your master though I suppose I could just stay with you. At least until he comes." With that sentence I had just said that everything he believed in was pointless and that he had made a bad decision. I knew he was going to blow any second and I was thriving on it.
His eyes got very small. I had only seen him angry like this once before and that was when He- Who- Should- not -Be-Named told my father that he thought he was a spy. No Malfoy would stoop as low as spying. "Why you! Draco you have stepped over a line. You have never been a good son. I put up with you because I had hoped one day you would amount to something. Even now you have disobeyed my orders. I told you, you were to stay in school and learn everything they taught so that you could have a good life. What have you done? NOTHING. I have no son. You were never a worthy Malfoy anyway."
I had not expected him to react like that. As I listened to what he was saying I grew angry. I had done everything I could to make him proud. I had even come to get him out and he still did not care. Well I was going to show him. I stood tall and I looked at him in his.
"So, that is what you think. Well, father, let me tell you something. The reason mother and Dumbledore wanted me to stay in a cage was because of this..." I released my power. I felt my front teeth grow in. I felt everything become clearer. In this state of mind, I found it hard to think straight. I remembered what Snape had said about being hungry all the time. I looked for a likely food source and my eyes came to rest on Lawrence. I threw myself at him and ate to my hearts content, no pun intended. When I began to fell the life slip out of his body I let my teeth retract. I realized what I had done. This time I felt myself gag but I could not let my father see weakness. Not now.
I turned to face my father. I saw the revulsion in his eyes. I saw the fear. He quickly recovered. "Maybe you are meant to be a Malfoy after all." Was all he said. With that I knew that I had been forgiven. I let myself smirk, for a Malfoy would never smile. On the outside I was calm and clear headed but what I really wanted to do was strangle my father. I hated him but he was what I had to use to get to Voldemort, for with Voldemort came true power.
I blew open the door to my father's cell and he climbed out. We walked out of Azkaban together. No Dementors followed and I wondered vaguely if I had scared them.
"Where are we going?" I asked. Father looked surprised.
"Why home of course. Your mother will be anxious to see you." He replied.
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